Anonymous stories of a secret love
In the mid-1990s, I moved out on my own. It was a nice rental place—a portiekflat in a neighborhood that felt way too new and modern. Far too distant from the city center. My niece, her husband, and their kids lived on the same street. I'd drop by now and then for a...
My wife has always had a strong appetite for sex, a passion that's burned brightly since her teenage years. You could call her a slut, past and present, and that's precisely what I love most about her. It's thrilling, arousing in the deepest way. Our marriage is open,...
When I was younger, I was wild and full of energy, especially when it came to romance. The more attention I got, the better I felt. I even made it a game to flirt with my friends’ dads. And honestly, I was pretty good at it. Those men knew to keep their hands off...
It was getting late in the evening. I was at the gym, working out a little. Just a little, because I wasn’t super motivated. I usually go in the late afternoon, but work got in the way that day. Still, I wanted to exercise, so I decided to go at night. I’m 53, so I...
This story is from about 30 years ago. I was 51, working as an international truck driver, and I drove a lot to Poland. I was married and had a reasonably good sex life. At home, but also on the road, because yeah, when you're away from home for six days, something...
Key Characters: Kevin, 47 years old, short black hair starting to grey, 190 cm tall, about 80 kg. Sarah, 46 years old, long brunette hair, about 170 cm tall, around 65 kg. Vanessa, 21 years old, long blonde hair, about 160 cm tall, slim, around 55 kg (70C bra size)....
It was a sultry summer afternoon in our quiet suburb. The sun streamed brightly through the lace curtains of our bedroom, where Emma and I, Henry, shared our lives in a comfortable house with a spacious garden. Emma, my wife of fifty-six, was a woman with a vibrant...
Let me introduce myself. My name is Antonio, I’m 37 years old, and I have a wonderfully sexy wife. Even though I lack for nothing, my sexual fantasies constantly push the boundaries of what’s imaginable and acceptable. Sometimes, it can’t get extreme enough. Recently,...
It’s a scorching day. I’m lying in my backyard, wearing just my swim trunks, soaking up the sun. For weeks, the weather’s been perfect—clear skies, warm air. I let my eyes wander over my tanned, muscular chest, feeling pretty good about myself. Glancing up at my...
I had arranged to meet a friend of mine for a drink and a catch-up. When I mentioned that I write...