The Stall

"My home away from home."

It's comfortable, almost like home. Its worn gray walls, a shield from the casual observer, in reality hides little from the determined voyeur willing to gawk through the gaps. A glance at the mirror opposite the stall reveals the number...

Doing It For My Husband

"Does this mean I'm a hotwife?"

My husband thought for a moment. “Well, yes, I guess I’ve thought about that. As a pure fantasy, I mean.” I’d asked him if he fantasized, or maybe dreamed, about watching other men having sex with me. I was pretty certain he had...