I was in town for a conference. I stayed at this very nice hotel for five nights. I had just dropped my luggage off in my room. There was an exclusive bar/restaurant that was attached to the hotel, so I decided to have a bite to eat and a couple of drinks before returning to my room. No doubt, when I got up to my room, I would start to play as I always do. My name is Roxy. I am a male, and I have been dressing as a woman...

You wounded me deeply, finding some kind of perverse pleasure in it, and I was thinking of all the things I wanted to say - do, while you stood there in the doorway lazily smoking your cigarette. There was a self-satisfied smirk twisting your lips, and I closed my eyes, picturing me slapping it from your face, hearing the resounding crack, letting it echo through the halls of my mind, and feeling the fulfillment of my han...

It's so nice that it's not cold anymore. I'm sitting in a sundress on the patio, the midnight breeze a cool caress on my skin. I take another sip of sparkling wine while looking at my phone; I'm so focused on the screen that I don't notice the sound of footsteps behind me until I feel a surprise squeeze on my ribs. I let out a small yelp, half fright, half tickle. How is it that you always catch me off guard? And you alwa...

This is a true story and one I never thought would happen to me or what I would become. I am a happily married woman, being married to my second husband. He was in construction and I was in customer service. I had three children from a previous marriage and he had one child from his first marriage. We had a great marriage, or so I thought. To give a quick review of my past and upbringing, I was just eighteen when I had my...

My brother had a girlfriend. Always talked about her tits like they proved he had life figured out. He acted straight like it was in his bones. Confident, laid-back, always the loudest laugh in the room. Twenty-six, worked construction, drove a truck that rattled the windows, never missed a gym day. He was that kind of guy. The kind you figured out in five seconds. At least I thought so. I’m twenty-three. I work retail. M...

In the 90s, when I was twenty-seven and married for seven years, my first husband and I entered the swinger lifestyle. We were swingers for about two years and members of two swinger clubs. While in the swinger lifestyle, I was involved in orgies and was consensually gang-banged more than once. While I am no longer in that lifestyle for many years and have no desire to go back, I admit it was exciting, fun, and sexually f...

I’m getting annoyed. I’ve been ready to pay for my hot chocolate for ten minutes now, but still no waiter in sight. It’s the first day with good weather during my vacation and I do not want to waste any more sunlight in this café, as cozy as it may be. I grab the empty mug in front of me that still exudes the aroma of delicious chocolate. I head towards the counter, done waiting for someone to come to my table. Well, they...

He’s in his office, lights low, one hand around a glass of bourbon, the other lazily flipping through emails he doesn’t care about. Tie undone. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Completely relaxed. That lasts about ten more seconds. Because I walk in. No knock. No warning. Just lingerie—black, barely-there. One strap falling off my shoulder. Skin glowing. Confidence dripping from every step. I cross the room like it’s mine, becaus...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography, answering questions I see posted on the Lush forums with a true story! And this poster asks, Is sex in the car awesome or awkward? I’d love to be able to tell you that I have been ravished on the backseat of a car. I really like the idea of making passionate love in a limo or a millionaire’s super-car, my hands desperately grasping steam-soaked windows as I succumb to orgasm, perha...