It is a spring evening in 2000.   I am twenty-two years old. We sit across from one another in a restaurant booth.  Meg’s black hair comes just past her chin.  It’s the shortest it’s been since high school.  She’s wearing a white salwar kameez with a green pattern.  Her style is always evolving.   In high school, she was thrift shop chic.  In college she became preppy.  She used to hate traditional clothing. It’s the firs...

“The first time I cheated I was in my twenties,” Stela told me.   We were in a quiet cafe in the middle of the afternoon.  It was the first time we’d met in person after connecting on a dating app. “I hadn’t been married long and I wasn’t very experienced when I met my husband.  I was a good Puerto Rican Catholic girl if you can believe it. Sex wasn’t a priority for him.  Even as newlyweds, it was only a couple of times a...

April’s marriage was a complete failure.  She had married young because that’s what girls did in west Texas. Carl was a few years older and well-respected in their community and church. He was industrious and devout.  Her parents liked him. He was never a romantic, but he’d treated her with respect when they were dating. That ended not long after the wedding. She told me everything sitting on the sofa in my living room. ...

“Why don’t we meet at a hotel?” I asked Jennifer. It was a weeknight and we were talking on the phone. Her husband was at work.  He was going out of town on a fishing trip in a few days. After months of flirting and trying to deny the attraction between us, Jennifer had given in to temptation.  She wanted to spend the night with me. “A hotel?” she asked. “That seems so cheap and cliche.” “I don’t mean the Holiday Inn up t...

Like most young men, I wasted years of my life obsessed with small waists and small asses.  It wasn’t until I was in my mid-twenties that I learned to appreciate a woman with curves. Unfortunately, the woman I appreciated was off the market. Jennifer and I met online on a blogging site.  The idea seems absurd today, but this was 2004 and the whole world wasn’t on the internet yet.  It was easy for people in their twenties...

It was a melancholy fuck; if there can be such a thing.  It was also intense and passionate. Ivy was on her back in her bed.  The little white silk robe she’d put on after her shower was wide open.  There was nothing modest about it anyway. The fabric couldn’t hide her big, bouncing tits as walked about the kitchen making breakfast.  I was amazed I had patience enough to finish my coffee and a bagel. It was Sunday morning...

Gail was the first granny I ever fucked.  If you’re single in your forties you expect that to happen at some point.  But I was twenty-seven.   I’d been in Dallas for less than a week the first time I saw Gail.  It was my first day at a new job. I’d spent eight hours in orientation before my new manager showed me my office.  A handful of people were helping me settle in, but it was the director’s administrative assistant w...

I doubt any single women under 40 read erotica online today.  Amazon has cornered the market on limitless reading at a low price.  And people who are just looking to connect with others are more likely to use a dating app or Reddit. But that wasn’t the case in the early 2000s.  Before the social networks took over, there were places online where people would go to write and share their interests with like-minded strangers...

Deanna wasn’t a likable person. She wasn’t outgoing or friendly. When she spoke, it was almost always a complaint or catty remark. She was superficial and crass  But she was also attractive. She wasn’t a model, but pretty enough to get by with a bad attitude.  Her face was heart-shaped. She had big brown eyes and flawless skin. Her auburn hair was thick and always styled to draw attention.  She was short and fit with the...

When I'm traveling alone I talk to women at the airport.  You can't do that if you're afraid of failure. It’s a low yield proposition.  Maybe five percent of the time it goes somewhere. And even then it’s rarely sex.  But sometimes it does.  Occasionally you find a business traveler looking to blow off steam.  Or a vacationer looking to cut loose. Or the rare woman who just likes a no-strings fuck.   There isn’t a rhyme o...

I had never even seen a picture of Alex before I got on a plane to meet her. We had emailed and chatted, mostly about writing and sex.  Every now and then the conversations would get flirty, but they never turned into anything promising. Believe it or not, there was a time when just writing on the internet could lead to a meaningful relationship. This was in the early 2000s.  I was posting erotica on a blogging site and h...

I used to get laid from writing erotica. It probably seems impossible to believe now. But this was the early 2000s. There were no smartphones or dating apps. Personals sites existed, but mostly they were filled with people who were lonely and curious but not willing to actually meet someone. Nobody imagined a future where literally everyone was willing to date someone they met online. Amazon also existed, but there wasn’t...

I've always fantasized about it, Neena wrote.  Meeting a man in a bar. Going back to my place.  And discovering that he's wearing panties. It’s so taboo. We were texting one another.  A few days earlier, she'd responded to a simple ad that I'd placed online.  There wasn't much text--just a picture of my hard bulge barely contained in panties.  She was the only woman to reply. Have you ever been with a man in panties? I as...