Years ago, just after my divorce, I was stuck working the night shift at a microfilm-production company in Atlanta.

I’d bought some swingers’ magazines through mail order, and answered a few ads.

One day I received a letter from a girl who lived in a town just south of Atlanta. Her name was Amy, and she said she was looking for “fun and love, no strings.”She said she’d got my name from a mailing list she had bought from a club she had joined.

In her second letter she enclosed a nude photo of herself, sitting on a toilet and masturbating. She said that she loved oral sex, and asked if I did as well. I replied that I did. After a few letters back and forth, she asked if we could get together, saying, “I wish I were there with you, nude and sucking your hot cock until... Read More