My husband and I have been married for ten years. I’d never cheat on him, but sometimes I feel as if he takes me for granted.

Last weekend, while he was out of town, I took a leisurely bath, and while I masturbated, I thought about how thrilling it would be if I seduced a stranger and took total control.

I see myself dressed only in a long coat and scarf, and high heels. I purchase a round-trip ticket and board the late-night train into the city. The car is practically empty, but I claim a seat in the back next to a well-built man. As I mentally undress him, I picture myself binding his wrists behind his head with my satin scarf. I imagine sucking his neck, slowly making my way down past his nipples, continuing down along the tapered strip of hair that disappears below his belt. The bulge behind the zipper... Read More