The day had finally arrived. When I came home from work to find the big legal-size envelope, I knew exactly what it was. My divorce was finally over. Now it was time to party. My buddy told me he would help me celebrate once I received the papers that finalized my divorce. I called him to go out for drinks. We met at the bar around 10 pm, and I told him about it. He was married and tried talking me out of the divorce when...
It started two years ago. We were happily married for eight years. Originally from Dhaka, Bangladesh we were living just outside of London city. My wife Sanjana, a beautiful 32-year-old woman, was a bit introverted and shy about her sexuality, opening up only to me about her desires. She was very pretty, lustful, hot, and loved sex very much. We had great chemistry in bed. I was crazy about Sanjana and adored every inch o...
I am the ghost of another woman’s life, an interloper, a study in contradictions. Anonymity comes for all of us. We reach a certain age and go unnoticed. This is my act of rebellion. My attire is stylish and not ostentatious; the contrast is stark with this dour iron chair. I wear my hair down, yet a wide-brimmed hat keeps my eyes in the shade. My discarded sunglasses lay beside my untouched coffee. Feminine in flowing co...
For the last couple of months, for reasons I’m not going into much detail about, I have lost my mojo. Actually, let’s stop right there and change that word because I hate it. Mojo? It sounds like a toy, a gadget. I have lost much more than a playful little thing. What I have lost is my shine, my spirit. If I wanted to be completely honest, I’d say I have pretty much lost my will to live. Adulting, but particularly parenti...
I was relieved that I had finally found a place to live for the school year. I was about to begin my first year of graduate school in a new city, and because of a housing arrangement that had fallen through, I was struggling to find a place to live near campus as classes were rapidly approaching. Most of the nearby apartments had long since been leased to other students, and as I didn’t know anyone in the new town, I didn...
It had been a few weeks since we had been to the Pineapple Lounge, and we were excited to have fun tonight. Unfortunately, we got stuck in traffic, so the party was in full effect by the time we got there. "I'm going to go change real quickly. I'll meet you in the lounge," I told John. John and I started swinging when our daughter, Cassie, left for college. Four years later, we are still very active in our local swinger's...
The music seems to slow, and my drink goes down the wrong way as She enters the warm, cosy lounge booked exclusively for our event. A winter cloak covering the rest, I’m first treated only to Her wonderful, shapely legs that end in a pair of blood-red, mid-heeled pumps. If She’s nervous, She’s hiding it well, and a mysterious smile plays on Her small lips whose colour matches the shoes. Her short chestnut curls bounce as...
