Office Retreat- Office crushes make the world go round. When sitting around in a grey cubicle under florescent lighting feels soul crushing, having a conversation with that one person, sharing that inside joke, gossiping about who did what, it can make it all all seem more bearable. The best part is they're mostly harmless. it can be fun to flirt and fantasize a little, but at the end of the day, there's just no opportunity for it to be anything more, not without effort. So you get to flirt during the day and come home to your husband, and all is good. I did say MOSTLY harmless though. Because every once and a while, opportunity does strike, and that's when it's all put to the test. We were at the office retreat at some swanky hotel out of town. The first night there, everyone got drinks at the hotel bar, and went outside to sit by some gas firepits. As the night went on, the crowds wore thin. People wanting to rest before days of strategic planning and trust exercises, people who decided they see enough of you all during the week. Slowly they dwindled down, as you and I keep drinking and keep chatting, until before we know it, it's last call, and we're the only people left. I sit next to you on the bench in the autumn air. A cool breeze blows through, and for a moment we're silent. Are we thinking the same thing? After years of flirting, after harmless jokes and compliments, all of the sudden opportunity is here. Your husband wouldn't have to know. My girlfriend is at home with some friends. The bar is about to close, but neither of us are ready to sleep. We can't stay here, so where should we go? (TL;DR: Flirting, Cheating, Our only chance)

Playing with Toys- It took you a few minutes to answer. The cop was just about to knock again when you finally open the door. He's a young officer, relatively new on the force, not used to all the shit you see around town. He looks flustered when he sees you. "Ahem. Um... Good evening ma'am," he says, trying not to look as you stand in the doorway in your lacey red slip, with the over-poured glass of pinot noir in your hand. You look directly at him, as if you were going to eat him alive. You probably could, if you wanted to. You smile, and he blushes. "Um, sorry to bother you, we're canvasing the neighborhood looking for a missing man. Late 20's, broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair. You haven't seen anyone fitting his description, have you?" He hands you a photo of me. You take it, letting your finger trace against the back of his hand ever so briefly. "Oh goodness, how terrible. I hope everyone's ok." A small bump comes from the house. The officer notices. "Sorry miss, is there anyone else at home with you? We're asking everyone..." A small sigh. A sip of wine. "No, it's just me. If you MUST know, I was just playing with my... well... my toy." you wink at him. He swallows. "Can I keep this?" you ask, holding the photo up. "Just incase I see him?" He nods. "Yes ma'am, And uh- please let us know if you see anything. Enjoy your um... evening." You turn back into the house, as you close the door. "Oh, I will." You walk back through the hall, your footsteps thumping on the floor. You open the door down into the basement, taking each step slowly, savoring it as you sip your wine. "Some one's looking for you, my little toy." You say, slowly, confidently, as you reach the bottom of the stairs. I look over at you, barely able to mutter a whimper. I sit naked, arms and legs tied to the chair, gagged by a strip of cloth as the mechanical pocket stroker whirs and pumps, up and down. You throw my photo on the ground in front of me. I struggle to make eye contact as you lean forward in front of me. I can smell the wine on your breath as you trace a finger down my bare chest. "I told him you and I were going to have all kinds of fun." (TL;DR: FemDom, MSub, Bondage, keeping me in your basement)

Hypnotherapy- I lay on the couch, arms by my sides, looking at the tile on the ceiling painted to look like a cloudy sky. I turn over toward you. "Are you sure this is working?" I ask, "Last time when I got home I felt a little... I don't know." You scribble something in your notepad, listening intently. Your tone is calm and soothing. "Of course," you tell me. "It's normal to feel discomfort after 'losing time' to hypnosis, but I promise the results are worth it." I swallow. I do want to feel better. "Ok. Let's begin." I take a deep breath, looking up. I hear the words you say, the sounds are comforting and pleasant, but I cannot seem to attach meaning to them. I feel myself melting into the couch, floating through the painted sky. I feel everything, and nothing, like my senses have been taken away from me and dialed to 11. Is there a second voice joining hers? I can't understand what they are saying. I feel- something. Sensation on my cock, pressure on my ass. Is that normal? Do I like it? I think I do. Pressure. Pressure on my skin. Pressure from within. Warm pressure, wet pressure, It's building and growing, it's overtaking me, it's all encompassing, and just when I don't think I can last any longer- release. A deep breath. Was it mine? Or someone else? Then, cutting through the floating bliss- a word. "Return." I tense. My muscles feel like mine again, the sky recedes back into a tile. My clothes feel weird, like they're not quite in the right place. "Ahem." You say, as if catching your breath. You wipe something off your lips, something I can't see. "That was a very productive session, but I accidently went over time." I look at the clock. 90 minutes later. What happened? The buttons on your shirt are less carefully placed than before, and- is that a bra on the floor? I start to question it, but your voice makes noises I can't understand, and suddenly I forgot what I was going to ask. "See you in a couple weeks," you smile at me. I stand up, feeling oddly sore, and... sticky? "Yeah," I respond. "See you then." (TLDR: Hypnosis, Femdom, Pegging, Threesome or Moresome? Hynpotherapist puts me under to make me a fuck toy for her and her friends)

Dating a Couple- "How's date night going?" I text my wife, as I head into the bar to meet up with some friends. She responds with a selfie, the two of you at the restaurant. She's wearing an one shoulder green dress, her red hair pulled back behind her shoulders. "I think I might get lucky ;)" she jokes. I smile as I respond. "Looks fancy, have fun and keep me updated!" I put my phone down, and order a beer. We met you a few months ago. At first it was a one night fling, a married couple experimenting with a younger woman. But one night turned to two, and two nights turned to one on one time, and one on one time turned into weekly date nights. Nothing is perfect, but this feels pretty good. An hour later, another photo. The two of you sharing a chocolate lava cake, the half empty glass of red wine next to you. "A sweet evening." She says. Another hour later, a video. I almost press play before remembering I'm in public. I excuse myself to the bathroom. It's a POV from my wife, stretched out naked on our bed, your face nestled between her legs. She moans as she gently pushes your hair back behind your ear. "Oh fuck," she whispers. Her text says "Proof I can have fun without you ;)" I smile. I'm glad you're having fun. Maybe I'll take you both out on a date next week. (TLDR: Polyamory, Unicorn, Loving and supportive couple date a slightly younger woman.)

The Music Festival- You've been waiting. You saved your cash, you chose your outfits and got stocked up on drugs. Now it's finally here. The music festival of the summer. The forecast looks amazing, the line up is everything you could hope for. You and your friends pitch your tent in the field with everyone else. You do your makeup with strangers, take photos in the security line, and pass through for the best fucking weekend of your life. Or, should I say, the best weekend of fucking? What happens at your dream festival? Does the weather change, raining you in with your friends? Do you find the orgy tent? Get invited back to a musican's tour van? Do you join that older couple you met who's looking for a third? Or fuck that guy begin the portajohns for some extra weed? It's going to be a long weekend. Might as well get started. (TL;DR: Music festival shenanigans)