Dear Reader:
This will be a new, ongoing series that I've dubbed The Sex Diaries. I was an investigative reporter living in NYC. In the Fall of 2018 I decided to write a piece on the darker side of the American sex life. I posted on Craigslist with a request to interview people in regards to this topic. I got over three hundred responses. In the end I chose forty two people, emailed them and closed the request on Craigslist.
I chose twenty one people that were already in some kind of sex related industry and twenty one of them plain citizens. I then spent the next six weeks interviewing those people, all from different backgrounds, all pertaining to the taboo side of sex. I spoke with prostitutes, high class escorts, BDSM and Swinger's Club patrons, and even your average citizen. I learned a lot about what really happens during porn shoots and behind the closed doors of your average home, even the unbelievable truth about the fabled gloryhole.
In the end I never ran the piece, my boss said it was too edgy and shut me down. I have never told anyone about any of this, until now. So, going forward you'll be exposed to stories that I've heard about, spoken by real people that have opened up to me and told me about their deepest secrets-- and some from reliable sources. I'll of course change their names and such as a way to protect their identity, but I'll keep everything they told to me in regards to the actual sex act exactly as they told it to me (well, minus some artistic freedom that I'll take to keep the story as viable as I can.)
I hope you all enjoy these sultry tales,
Sinwriter.
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It was a beautifully warm day in July. It was almost noon, the birds were chirping and the sound of children's laughter mixed with a slight breeze, adding to the peaceful sounds the rustling of leaves. In here, every house looked exactly the same, everyone kind of knew each other and most people that grew up within those hallowed streets now had kids of their own, never having left the sacred cul-de-sac.
It was American suburbia at its best, and even in here there are sex stories, and man you'd be surprised just how many there are, and of all kinds. As thus, here begins our first venture into the foray of the eclectic American sex life.
A Mother's Love
The bleachers had its normal array of people sitting on its wooden benches. They were called parents and they sat watching as their kids played in organised sport. In this particular case, soccer. As the sun lay overhead and brought its warm light for all to enjoy, not a single cloud could be seen. The azure sky stood as an omnipotent being over Hyde Park as the cheers of onlookers continued to inspire the next generation.
A whistle blew, causing parents to look around, among them were three women, all of them friends. They sat in those bleachers just as they had for the last few weeks, they sat and watched as children continued to play. While the hour passed, they laughed, joked and encouraged the team with clapping and loud gestures.
Another whistle blew from the referee as a penalty was called, causing the three women to stand up and see what was going on, they looked at each other before sitting again.
Kathryn Smith, a mother and the protagonist of this tale sat down after fixing her light blue summer dress. She then looked at her two closest friends, Daphne and Barbara. They had been friends since they were in High School. Ironically, in the path of life, none of them chose to leave their little hamlet and now their own kids were growing up together.
"So, did you guys hear about what happened to the Peterson's?" Asked Daphne.
"No, I didn't, what happened?" asked Kathryn, despite the fact that she did know what had happened, but she also knew that her friend liked to divulge gossip and pretended that she didn't know.
"Richard was caught in bed with another woman. I believe it was someone from the faculty staff." she said vibrantly. "Oh, and guess what, she was in her late twenties."
"Wait, Richard Peterson? You mean, the balding, out of shape, middle-aged man was banging a twenty year old?" Barbara said interjecting. "No way that's true."
"It is! I heard it from Chantelle, Sheila threw all his clothes out and changed the locks." Daphne continued to say.
"I feel sorry for those kids, having to deal with all that." Barbara added and stopped talking.
"Never would've guessed." Kathryn said almost instinctively as she sat there suddenly lost in thought, her mind was a million miles away when suddenly a phone rang. Barbara took out her phone and excused herself.
With Barbara now gone Daphne continued to talk about the incident and then some, before finally saying that she was thirsty and went to go buy something to drink. After a few minutes Barbara returned and sat down.
"It was Zac, he was telling me that he'll be stopping by to spend time with me this weekend." Barbara said, putting her phone away.
"How did you do it, Barbs?" Kathryn asked Barbara.
"Hmm?" her friend replied.
"You know, how did you fix Zac? I've seen how much he's turned around. It's like he's a completely new person. When was it, it was like two years ago that he was on the verge of getting sent to juvie"
"Oh, that." Barbara said, looking at the playing field. "I told you, I talked with him, gave him chores. Taught him the value of respect and hard work and all that." Barbara continued to say, never looking at Kathryn.
"No seriously. Look at me." Kathryn said as she sat there and seriously looked at her friend. "We've known each other for what, thirty years?" she asked and waited for her friend to nod her head. "I'm desperate, things with Kyle aren't going so well. The sheriff's department dropped him off at two in the morning on Saturday. I don't know what else to do, and before you ask, yes I have spoken to him and his father, and yes I did all that you said you did with Zac."
"I see, how bad is it?"
"It's bad, you know that he turned eighteen in April. The only reason he didn't spend the night at the station was because Frank was the one that caught him."
"Oh, lucky you huh?"
"And he has to repeat his senior year due to bad grades."
