I headed downstairs, where Adam had also seen our flying friend before it disappeared somewhere in the house. We cautiously looked around, but couldn’t find it! Adam asked if I was sure it was a bird; I told him I was certain, despite a sneaking suspicion setting in. Identified FlyingObject Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel Remember that day that I received those flowers? Well, that night Alex came to visit me and well, things got out of hand. The last thing on my mind at the moment was birth control. What am I going to do?" I wanted to come to the city to make something of myself. And I have. I am not one to be barefoot and pregnant while he is out roping his precious cows. I am very happy with my job." Charlotte said with vigor in her tone. "I am the head of my department at TY Ad Agency. I have my own life now. I gave him five years and what did I get in return? Nothing. I just couldn't stay at home and wait all day for him to return from the field. I felt trapped." Just as Charlotte put down the receiver, the doorbell rang. It was Alex. He was standing in the doorway with his Stetson Hat in hand. He looked almost dangerous. He was standing there in his tight jeans, white muscle bound t-shirt, and work boots. He was quite breath taking.

I won the next hand and Sherri was the loser and I bounce all around as I joyfully removed her bra. Having c-cup tits she still looked good and athletic sitting there topless. Barry and Dave lost several hands and both of them were down to their boxers, both of which had obvious bulges. I couldn’t tell which was bigger, but I figured that I would find out soon enough. The woman seated next to me during a long flight gave me a handjob beneath a blanket. I could feel the wedding ring sliding against my skin as she did it.” — Julian, 28 If the mums at the school gate knew the truth about our relationship I’m not sure they’d be so keen on play dates. I hope in the future that ‘openness’ will be less taboo and I won’t have to feel guilty about my life choice, but for now, I’m keeping my swinging hobby firmly under wraps. Unless, of course, you’re interested? Swinging is a bit like Communism. Great as an ideal, frequently sh*t in practise. The reason? HUMAN BEINGS!I know I should be. But I have this empty feeling in my stomach." It was a mixture of sadness and a feeling of losing a part of her. My wife and I are a typical heterosexual couple, but we have a dirty secret: We're swingers. No, we don't twirl and flip to music from the 1940s; we meet other couples and have sex with each other's partners. Due to our conservative careers and even more conservative families, we keep our sexual practices to ourselves. Only a few close vanilla friends know what we're into ("vanilla" is the term swingers use to refer to anyone who isn't a swinger ... and also other swingers who happen to be covered in vanilla). How it impacted her relationship:“I’ve never been tempted to stray outside of my relationship by having an affair. Swinging takes care of all of my sex needs. I really feel that it strengthens every relationship. I don’t view sex as something that you only have with someone you love. Sex is recreational. I think every boyfriend I’ve had has felt the same way. Along the way, I started filming myself with various people and decided to take my swinging/exhibitionist/kinky lifestyle and make it full time. I guess you could say that swinging has enriched my relationships and also enriched my life.” Jill noticed her friend did not sound as happy as she should. Was there a hint of regret, Jill thought with a slight smile. "What is wrong, Charlie? You should be happy."

Eliza recounts a story from her first year in college. “I was with my boyfriend in his dorm room. His roommate was away for the weekend (or so we thought). I’m under the covers giving him a blow job and having a good time. I don’t even hear the key turn in the door or anything— all of a sudden I just hear his roommate talking.” My ex showed up at my apartment in tears, crying her eyes out about how her husband cheated on her. She wanted revenge. So she got it with me.” — Shane, 29 This put me in a great mood as we returned to the ship, which must have turned on some kind of sex magnet.

So, what are sex parties actually like?

My partner and I saw a small, empty room containing one small bed and looked at each other and shrugged. “Why the hell not?” we thought. I am getting out. You are never home. I rarely see you any more," Charlotte said with tears in her eyes.