Message Received

"Husband waits in the hotel bar for his wife and her lover to finish."

She left the hotel bar with him, heading up to our room. I waited in the corner, nursing my beer as I trawled cuckold porn, imagining them in the scenes, my cock hard and leaking precum.After a couple of hours,...

It’s Just Drinks

"Can a married man, trapped in a sexless marriage, meet a woman from an online app for just drinks without succumbing to forbidden desires?"

Last Christmas, I did something that still does not quite fit with how I see myself.I am a married man in what I have quietly come to accept is a sexless relationship.Intimacy has not ended with a bang or a...

Dating Miss Jossey

"In a world of quiet deceit and unspoken truths, how far will they go to keep the fire burning?"

For those unfamiliar, Kate and I share an adventurous and deeply fulfilling sex life. Our connection took root one day, when I visited her home for a photographic assignment. We are both unattached, at least in spirit. She’s divorced, and...

The Rainbow’s Edge: Part III

"In the aftermath of being forced into an act he never signed up for, Steve desperately awaits the invitation to finish the job, fully crossing the rainbow's edge"

The evening felt like a twisted dream, maybe even a full-blown nightmare. I pushed the door closed behind me as I entered my musty room, still on the phone with Amy. I had called her midway between Tony’s room and...

The Rainbow’s Edge: Part II

"As the moment of truth unfolds, pursuing a decade-long impossible fantasy proves to be more complicated than Steve anticipated"

"Need to get that?" Tony asked, his smile razor-sharp as the soft vibration buzzed from my pocket, cutting through the worn hallway. We were running out of doors to pass, and with each vibration, he squeezed my clammy hand harder....

The Rainbow’s Edge: Part I

"An impossible search, designed to yield no result, unexpectedly forces a bi-curious military veteran to confront the biggest decision of his life, literally."

My heart raced as I walked through the dimly lit, desolate third-floor corridor of the rundown Hampton Inn, a place so shabby that Hilton’s name felt out of place. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, amplifying my guilt and anxiety....