I got an invite to a fetish party on a boat in the canal of Brussels a few years back. It turned out a night to remember for an exhibitionist like me. Whenever I recall it I feel the urge to masturbate and I'm typing this with a hard-on. The dress code was leather, BDSM and such and I went in tight leather pants, a black shirt and the tiniest of underpants that I could find in my drawer. I went out at midnight with trepid...

There's this guy, Simon, whom I met at a bar, I guess maybe he is in his fifties. He's a businessman and quite high profile in the city council he works at or something like that. I was in a bar with two girlfriends from Uni, it was early evening on a Saturday, and it was a packed bar, even that early, because it is a cheap place well known for students starting their night out; also they were showing a rugby match so loa...

Dear Diary, The subway! It's a world unto itself - a combo of sweaty armpits, stale air, and regrettable cologne choices. I'm shaking as I write this. My heart is pounding just like those uncertain moments I had in school playing goalkeeper and we had the decisive penalty kicks back during the conference finals. I’m still thinking of those touches. Damn! The electricity of the unexpected is etched into my consciousness. I...

Janine and Marcus were dancing by the table when Frank returned. “Oh hi!” she said, a little too quickly, “This is my boyfriend, Marcus.” Frank stepped forward as he grasped Marcus’s hand in greeting, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Hi, Frank, pleased to meet you.” “Hi, er, yeah, Marcus.” As the three of them took their seats, Janine made sure that Frank was between her and Marcus. “So, um, are you a regular?” Marc...

It was a twenty-minute drive on the highway before turning onto a more desolate road that led to several small communities and farms. Her family lived on seventy acres of land with a creek that ran through their property. We had once talked about grabbing her dad’s boat one day and paddling up to the main river. Her house up on a hill had a spectacular view of other ranches, hills, and small mountains on the horizon. We a...

I was just finishing up some schoolwork early before the weekend officially began. I was a freshman in college, majoring in psychology. The city that housed the college was only an hour’s drive away from my small hometown. I opted to stay home instead of moving into a cramped dorm. I had a feeling that my dorm neighbors probably weren’t going to accept me walking down to the cafeteria sans clothes for some morning food an...