We didn’t hang out. He didn’t call. I didn’t text. I’d say that I didn’t wait by the phone, but it's the 21st century; it stayed glued to my hand as I doomscrolled Twitter and compared myself to people on Instagram. Was I putting myself in a good place mentally? No. Was I going to do something about that? Also no. In the spirit of making bad choices while being emotional, I decided to go to Roy’s. Not to get laid. Just to...

I never expected to be a barfly, but it turned out to be a pretty good life choice. Six-year-old Sarah expected to be a Disney princess. Hell, I looked like one; Snow White, to be specific: black hair, pale complexion, rosy cheeks, ruby lips. My eyes are green, but outside of that? We could have been twins. Unfortunately, my prince turned out to be moonlighting in a whole library of other women's stories. So there I was,...

On Sunday, forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver's mind was in even more turmoil. Her feelings of guilt had never disappeared, but now they were at the forefront again. She could not go on like this. The sex with twenty-year-old Tyrone McMorris had been sensational, and even the very unexpected lesbian sex with fifty-three-year-old Sheila Towers had been wonderful in its own way, but Louise had decided that it had to stop. Te...

It was Wednesday afternoon in the office of a company that sold glazing materials, and for three people in the office, it had been quite an eventful day so far. Two of the people, forty-nine-year-old married white woman Louise Carver and twenty-year-old black young man Tyrone McMorris, had had sex the previous Saturday, and a third person, fifty-three-year-old Sheila Towers had found out about it that morning. Sheila did...

It was Monday morning and forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver was in the office where she worked. She was feeling several emotions including exhilaration and guilt. The exhilaration was because she had spent Saturday afternoon getting well-fucked by twenty-year-old Tyrone McMorris, the guilt was because she had spent Saturday afternoon getting well-fucked by twenty-year-old Tyrone McMorris. Louise was married, and she would...

Forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver had changed her mind at least a dozen times this Saturday morning, and twice she had had her mobile in her hand to call Tyrone McMorris to tell him that she could not go through with it. So far, she had not made that call. Tyrone McMorris was a twenty-year-old black male who worked for the same company as Louise, and what she kept changing her mind about was the arrangement to meet Tyrone...

Nigel was a problem for Jenny Smith. Her black nineteen-year-old houseguest from the UK had an unexpected effect on her. Nigel was staying with her family because he was participating in a water polo exchange program that her nineteen-year-old son participated in. Nigel was staying with her for a month, playing on her son’s team, and then, afterward, her son, Jason, would go to England and do the same with Nigel’s family....

Fifty-five-year-old Pakistani Muslim Shazia Shah had recently placed an advertisement on a sex dating site seeking young males to cure her sexual frustration, and she had met and been well fucked by two young men, so far, as a result. She had just got home from her fucking by the second of those young men, twenty-five-year-old Adam when she received a text from her first young lover, twenty-year-old Nathan. The text was s...