On Sunday, Rebel woke and faced the mirror, hardly recognizing herself. As she turned, it all clicked. She saw faint marks on her ass, reminders of what had happened the day before. Sleep had eluded her; her mind buzzed with memories, reliving it in flashes. The blindfold, the brush, the way she had to describe each feeling. One word. She felt her body’s eager response, to the pleasure, but also the pain. The focus. The w...

Sunlight streamed through the large windows of the art studio, illuminating splashes of color on the walls. Canvases leaned haphazardly, some half-finished, others left in frustration. Laughter and chatter filled the air as students scrambled to meet looming deadlines, their stress palpable with end-of-school-year pressure mounting. Rebel hunched over her messy work station, trying, without success, to ignore it all. She...

I looked over at my wife Mary of nearly 20 years as I was driving. She looked good. We were heading to an annual Christmas party being held my long-time friends of ours which we almost always attended. She was wearing a green dress which was sexy but not slutty and black high heels which accentuated her calves and her perfume smelled great. I reached over and slid my hand up her thigh which started causing her dress to li...

From my back porch, I saw Maeve drifting like a ghost across the field behind her folks' house. The full moon's glow illuminated her white nightgown in a scene so eerie that I had to fight back a shiver. Now where was she off to at just past midnight? The dwelling she'd left was completely dark; in this rural area, most people went to bed before ten. A lot of nights, I was up into the early morning hours. Those first few...

In 1995, I was 43 years old and feeling just a twinge of mid-life crisis. Just a twinge though, as I had never really matured enough for it to hit me like I was seeing in most of my peers. Though I had been married a couple of times, I never had any kids to slow me down or make me aware of the passage of time. I spent my whole life as a beach lifeguard in an endless Summer. At my age, I was now in a supervisory role and h...

In 1985 I was 33 and still working as a rather long-in-the-tooth beach lifeguard. I never had much ambition and most lifeguards my age had either moved on to real jobs or were in supervisory positions. I still enjoyed the red trunks, white towers, blue ocean, and looking at all the brown 'Beach Betties', aka hot chicks in bikinis. I had saved a few people in my time and had built up some job security, with my experience a...

The bathroom is warm, mist curling into every corner as the hot water pours over me. I stand beneath the spray, my forehead pressed lightly to the cool tile as the water trickles down my spine, washing away the sweat and morning chill. Yet no amount of heat can dissolve the memory of last night. Vivica. The Admiral. Me. I close my eyes, letting the images drift through my mind—Vivica’s hands on me, soft and confident; the...

The warm evening breeze kissed my bare skin as I stepped out of my house, my 36C breasts bouncing slightly with each confident stride. The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in orange and pink, and the world felt alive and electric. I took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill my lungs and send a rush of freedom through my veins. This is it. I thought, This is living. I didn’t need clothes to feel complete—my nudity...