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Warm Impermanence (true story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

I’m not always the brightest sandwich in the toolbox, but there’s something I’ve come to understand over the years — something that has intensified in the month or so that I’ve been writing these stories. (Has it been that long? Seems like yesterday and forever ago.)

The lesson is that there can be — and should be — value in every encounter, no matter how fleeting. Whatever came before, or after, for a moment two people came together and met a primal human need. That’s worth recognizing and remembering, even honoring.

In Japanese aesthetics, there’s a phrase — “wabi-sabi” that loosely translates to celebrating the beauty of the imperfect, incomplete and transient. It’s not that something is beautiful even though it is imperfect and doesn’t last — it’s beautiful because of those things, because life itself is imperfect and impermanent. I oversimplify from an outsider’s understanding, but I think I grasp the gist of it.

Early March, 2006: Warm for late winter, conditions which will come into play later in the tale. It was 1 a.m., everyone else in the house was asleep and I was just home from work and wide awake. So I hopped on Yahoo chat, figuring that I might at least find some stimulating conversation. Read more »

Hot Desking (True story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

Surprise! Two posts in as many days. I just figured that since so few people read these on Sunday, I’d do one today and then just try to keep to a schedule of 3-4 per week instead of a strict regimen of posting every other day.

There are a lot of things I like. If you’ve been reading for a while, you might recall that one of those things is office sex. Another one is upskirt play. So here’s a true little tale that combines those things — but not at my office, nor hers.

Some years back — ten, I’m guessing, which would put me in my mid-40s — I had a show of photographs in a real estate office here in the city. I had an opening and closing reception, and the photos were up for two months in between and could be seen by appointment. Because the people in the office were hardly ever there, they gave me the code to the lockbox on the front door. Dial in the numbers, pop out the key and I was in.

The system worked well, and I made a few sales. I also had some fun. Read more »

Her Gentle Arts (True story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

This is a day late, because yesterday was the Fourth of July and I was engaged in celebrating freedom by eating hot dogs and watermelon and blowing stuff up.

It’s the First Friday of the month. Like a lot of cities, mine has an art walk every first Friday — gallery openings, street performances and the like. I make most months — sometimes in company, sometimes alone.

I started this one flying solo, but ended up — not so alone, let’s say.

I’m placing this in fall 2008, most likely — again, giving the timing of other events that preceded and followed it, to the best of my recollection.

It was later in the evening, and I was checking off the last few galleries on my list when we met. I was 45 at the time. She was about to turn 50, though I was surprised to learn that later on. Now that I’m in my 50s, I shouldn’t have been. She was just extremely youthful in her attitude and that made me peg her for my age or younger. Read more »

Chardonnay Kisses (true-story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

Someone asked me today to rate my 10 favorite partners (out of more than 140) from more than two decades of illicit adventure. It’s not a hard and fast list. My mood changes, seasons change, something will trigger an especially vivid memory — you know how it works.

But for today, this one was in the top 10 — not for any risky scenario, or because it involves some kind of kink. This was just a short-term situation — we only got together four times, always at her place — but it was still extremely memorable.

I place this one about a decade ago, making me in my mid-40s and her in her mid-30s. We’d talked off and on for a couple of years before that, though, after making each other’s acquaintance in a Yahoo chatroom. She had shortish curly dark blonde hair, great curves (especially her hips) — and she was a nurse. I don’t fixate on any one occupation, but I do have a thing for nurses. Always have. Read more »

Don’t Hang Up, Please (true story, X-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

There are no new human activities, only more efficient ways of accomplishing them on a larger scale. Take, for example, how the smartphone has revolutionized the sexual liaison.

It wasn’t always so, though, kids. And that presented some challenges, back in that relative Stone Age.

There were cell phones, of course, in the early 2000s — but if you didn’t have someone’s number, it was a challenge to reach them in case of an emergency. All those messaging apps were still years away.

This was late spring, in a year I can’t quite pin down. The emergency was that I got called in to work on a day that I was supposed to meet a new friend from out of town for some playtime.

To set the stage: I’d have been late 30s, or maybe 40. She was late 20s: long blonde hair, big blue eyes, fair skin, long legs that looked (and felt) amazing in thigh highs. She could pull off a great mix of innocence and sultriness, and that’s not easy to do. Read more »

In the Conference Room (true story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

As you can probably guess from the fact that this post is a day late, yesterday’s meeting went even better than I had imagined. No, that’s not today’s post, for two reasons: One, I want to take the time to do it justice; and two, the story isn’t over yet.

This story starts more than a few years back — almost a few decades back, if I recall correctly. Would have been the early 2000s, most likely 2000 or the first part of 2001. That would put me in my late 30s. She was 24: Dark short curly hair, lots of curves and a wicked smile that made you think she’d be a lot of fun to be alone with.

You’d be right.

The year means this started on Yahoo Chat, where we struck up a conversation one night in a regional room. She lived about four hours away, but said she came to my city from time to time. As one does, I gave her my email address and said she should hit me up if she ever came to town. She said she might, and we left it at that and continued to chat from time to time. Read more »

Like Music, Like a Dance (True Story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

Oh, look, another car sex story! Or is it another story about a college student?

Yes. Exactly.

Early 2000s — 2002, let’s say, give or take a year. That would make me almost 40, and her 21.

We met in Yahoo chat, as so often used to happen before that went away. She was a student at one of the local community colleges. She’d already finished her RN during the fall semester and was taking some additional classes during the spring before transferring to a four-year school. Still, I like to think of her as a nursing student because I’ve always had a bit of a thing for nurses.

(No, she didn’t wear her scrubs when we got together. That was another nurse, another time and place.)

It was close to finals time — late April, early May — and her classes were stressing her out. I asked her if she needed some stress relief and she said that actually sounded like a good idea. Her finals were a week away, so we made plans to meet up before then, after her last class of the day, and take a drive out into the country. Read more »

Laundry Pickup (True story, xpost from r/sluttyconfessions)

It probably seems so far as though all of these confessions are going to start with some sort of online interaction.

This is not, however, the case. This one starts with an across-the-street interaction.

Stitching together the peripheral details into a sort of whole, I can reasonably place this one in 2004 or 2005, most likely the latter. That would put me in my early 40s and her in her late 20s.

This one wouldn’t have happened but for my family’s shit luck in clothes dryers. I don’t care how much we spend on one, it will inevitably turn into a big damn paperweight a few years into what should be a long lifespan. And, of course, this always happens just after the warranty expires.

So I hauled a carful of wet clothes to a late-night laundromat in an older, kind of artsy neighborhood maybe 15 minutes from home. I loaded up the dryers, stuffed them with enough quarters to stun a moose if you put them all in a tube sock, and decided to go for a walk to the bar up the street for a beer.

I never made it. Read more »

For the Night is Only Mostly Dark, and Full of Delicious Terrors (true story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

Some people reading these stories have asked why I would take the risk of having illicit sex at all, much less heighten that risk by playing in public or semi-public places.

Same reason people skydive, folks. Same reason they get in shark cages and hang out with great whites.

It’s a fucking, pardon the pun, rush. If you’ve done it, you know what I mean.

Even so, sometimes I look back at an encounter and think, *I have no idea in* ***hell*** *how I got away with that*.

So, to set the stage (and warning, this is kind of a longer one):

This would have been the late 1990s, or maybe the early 2000s. Dates around the turn of the millennium tend to sort of run together, two decades on, and while my memory’s good, it isn’t photographic where the calendar is concerned.

This was back when Yahoo Chat was the connecting point of choice for a lot of people, me included. In addition to the regular chatrooms — grouped by age, state, that sort of thing — there were user-created chatrooms that were supposedly reserved for grownups. Read more »