The 3 Pt. 01

True to her word, Crystal moved out that weekend, moving back into the apartment she had shared with a friend before meeting me. Donna wanted to move in, which I refused, wanting to spend some time trying to figure life out first. Just what did I want? With Crystal gone, I found that I missed her much more than I would have thought. In those few months we had grown closer than even I realized. In the weeks that followed, she still came by frequently, but always refused to spend the night, saying that she didn't want to go back to that unless we were going to be serious again and not just play. It was just too difficult for her otherwise. I couldn't blame her because even though I still invited her, I knew that in the morning it would be hard to say goodbye. Marge stopped by frequently as well, occasionally for sex, but mostly just to "hang out" as she put it, trying to help me find some direction to my life. In some ways she was like a mother, in others a lover. She...

Alfred the Great Seymour's friend from school came to visit us one Saturday, and stayed until the Monday. After leaving school they lost touch with each other when Alfred left home and joined the army. It was only a few years ago when my husband, Seymour opened a Facebook account and they got in touch with each other again. With our kids, Mylene at university and Justin away with his friends, we had the weekend to ourselves. On the Saturday morning of Alfred's visit I got up early to give the house a thorough cleaning. I vacuumed all the floors, paying particular attention to the guest bedroom, dusted around and put clean new towels in the bathroom. When I had finished I got in the shower. I had just picked out what I was going to wear and put it on when the doorbell rang. Seymour was still in the shower so I answered the door. "Hi, I'm Alfred," a tall, muscular man said. "Yes, we are expecting you. Welcome," I said as I moved back so he could come ins...

One night, during the wet Spring of 2013, I felt frustrated in some areas of my life: job, study and sex. I was between partners, and the online scene was not yielding any results in terms of the latter. Online porn was doing nothing to satisfy my growing urges. The two bars close to where I lived had no possibilities, and I gave serious consideration to visiting a local brothel but could not summon the courage. Bored at home, I decided to jump on the train and traipse around the city for a few hours. As I stepped out the door, I distinctly smelled rain in the air and saw the ominous thunderheads above me. By the time I reached the station, the first rain bombs were falling. It was going to be a wet Saturday evening in the CBD. During the fifteen-minute journey to Flinders Street Station, the rain picked up in ferocity, and an entire storm was raging by the time I arrived. This development added an extra degree of funk to the way I felt. Given that it was October, I expected the weat...

Exhibition Girl Part 3 The next day, Jessica woke late, with a terrific hangover. As a special treat, Daddy delivered breakfast to her in bed: orange juice, a Tylenol for her headache, hot buttered toast, a fluffy omelet, and an apple sliced thin, just the way she liked it. She kissed him in gratitude and propped herself up, the tray balanced on her lap. "It's going to be a strenuous evening, Baby Girl." Daddy threw open the curtains, letting in sunlight. "I want you to rest as much as possible." "What will happen this evening?" she asked, popping the pill and gulping it down with the juice. She was never drinking hard alcohol again. "Nothing you cannot bear," he answered. "I'll brief you before our guests arrive. Meanwhile, you're to take it easy. Rest, read, write, take a long bath -- whatever you want, except giving yourself an orgasm." His eyes gleamed. "Come evening, you will be on trial, honey." He refused ...

Steve got up early as he usually does on workdays, showered, and left for work, at the hospital, he is a surgeon. I got up about an hour later and got ready to head in also. I am a doctor too, but I do research, so I can go in later than Steve. As I showered, I noticed the queen of spades tattoo on my ankle. It brought a smile to my face. There is only one thing I love more than Steve, that is, fucking with his mind. As a sex researcher, I learned years ago that sex is 5% physical and 95% mental. The mind fuck is the thing that makes the sexual act exciting and amazing. Anyone can rub themselves to orgasm and get a physical release, but nothing is like getting the mental release also. Normally, I would have removed my tattoo in the shower, but instead, today, it was going to stay on. I got dressed in a skirt and nice blouse. I popped on some ankle high booties, that make my legs look sexy. I looked down to find the just the top of the tattoo peaked out from the top of my boots. If I...

Gina was doing the walk of shame, heading to her dorm. She was barefoot, and her black mini-dress was stained with alcohol and possibly semen. Her light brown hair was now in a ponytail. She remembered that the night before, her roommate Rachel had commented on how perfectly set it had been, as if she had it done in town by one of those frightful attitude-ladies that gobbled candy all day. "What did I even do? With whom?" Gina said, checking to see if she was wearing panties - her hand feeling a bare bottom. The college freshman stopped before entering the building, readied her greeting for the RA, then turned around, thinking maybe she should go back to the empty car she woke up in; a nondescript car parked on a hill overlooking the football field. She wondered about the football team and recalled they had lost. Was it a bet she lost, Gina thought as she looked down to her dirty feet. At least her ankle bracelet was still on, but her designer heels were not anywhere near h...