Old longings nomadic leap,
Chafing at custom’s chain;
Again from its brumal sleep
Wakens the ferine strain.

Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tidewater dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal, and because steamship and transportation companies were booming the find, thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost.

Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. Judge Miller’s place, it was called. It stood back from the road, half-hidden among the trees, through which glimpses could be caught of the wide cool veranda that ran around its four sides. The house was approached by graveled driveways which wound about through wide-spreading lawns and under the interlacing boughs of tall poplars. At the rear things were on even a more spacious scale than at the front. There were great stables, where a dozen grooms and boys held forth, rows of vine-clad servants’ cottages, an endless and orderly array of outhouses, long grape arbors, green pastures, orchards, and berry patches. Then there was the pumping plant for the artesian well, and the big cement tank where Judge Miler’s boys took their morning plunge and kept cool in the hot afternoon.

This is not the story of how I became a slut, but rather that of my re-awakening.

Last spring, I divorced my husband of 5years and immediately set forth to make up for lost time. It just so happens that since I was dating last, things have gotten simpler – KiK is a fantastic way to meet people for hook-ups. Tinder I found to be hit and miss. The city I’m in also has a handful of different Adult Clubs – some more sex focused and others more kink focused. There were so many options:

I started with KiK, found some local groups, and started meeting people.

My first fuck was with a guy we’ll call ‘Lincoln.’ He was a fairly active person on KiK and was clearly looking to get laid (sharing dick pics as often as he could), but his lure caught my interest. He had a Nice cock and it was much bigger than my ex’s (then again – most people are bigger than him). He looked good, talked a nice game, and so we finally wrangled our schedules to be able to meet. Read more »

My husband and I have spent many drunken nights with our best friend, Riley. At first there was nothing but then I began to notice small glances between Riley and me. I tried as hard as I could to ignore the flutters I got when he would look at me and bite the tip of his tongue.

Things escalated one night when we all decided to do molly together. After the molly started to kick in, I began kissing my husband, a little too sloppy for company. At first, Riley looked away but then he began to watch intently. Enough to start my heart to pound. I stopped kissing my husband and instead, my husband started cupping one of my breasts in his hand. He let out a noise and said, “Hey Riley, you should feel this.” Read more »