Life retains the quality of theater and personal philosophy – from real to surreal. We are on stage each day. We are in part natural actors and stage directors at the same moment. A single performance can be intimate, intense, passionate, memorable, and singular. This is a sampling of the philosophical woman’s one-night stands, based on an NPJ global survey.

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The sky was partly cloudy. Not too much traffic. I wasn’t looking or expecting anything special that day. I was married but separated – c’est la vie. I was driving from Omaha to Cleveland in my Jeep. A cute guy in a red SUV import passed me by and then I passed him by. It was a game of tag. Mile after mile. We eventually pulled alongside each other, grinned, and he pointed to the exit ahead. We both pulled into a service station that also had a restaurant. I wasn’t sure of my expectations. Until up close. We made brief introductions, asked a few questions, and spontaneously climbed into the back seat of his SUV. I slipped off my panties and unzipped his slacks, reached in, pulled his “toy” out and then rode him. It was intense, sweaty, and needed. Within an hour we were both back on the interstate. And I had a fresh cup of ice coffee from the restaurant. I never saw him again. I felt the wetness and relived the moment until reaching my destination.  Cleveland, Ohio

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I live outside Mumbai. I was at an academic conference and met a man originally from Perth, Australia at one workshop. We talked for a long time. We were both married and spending the last night at the hotel where the conference occurred. We went to his room, slowly took each other’s clothes off and slept together naked. We did not have intercourse or oral sex. We masturbated each other until we climaxed. Few words were exchanged. We kissed and fell asleep. In the morning we showered together, washed each other while kissing, and drying each other with oversized towels. We got dressed and thanked each other and went our separate ways in the morning. Mumbai, India

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My favorite one-night stand was someone I met on Craig’s List–dating this adventure a few years back to when Craig’s List personal ads were a form of entertainment. This man advertised he was in town for work and simply wanted to have dinner with someone with no strings attached. I answered that I was free for evening and didn’t care to dine alone. So, we met at the restaurant of my choosing. He was a nice man, married, but his wife had received a devastating diagnosis during the process of their divorce. They stayed together so she could continue her medical care under his insurance, but that was the extent of the marriage. (His story, I believed him.) We had dinner, then moved somewhere else for drinks and dancing, then a nightcap and then I went back to his room for the night. He was eager, attentive, and insatiable. I only got to sleep when we ran out of condoms. Atlanta, Georgia

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Melbourne has a wonderful art scene and great restaurants. I met a visiting artist from Japan at a gallery. We were both physically and emotionally attracted to each other. We had some wine at the gallery showing and then walked around. It was late. We were near the wharf. No one seemed to be around. I was not wearing panties under my skirt. It was surreal. We fucked standing up next to a building and across from a large yacht. We could hear people talking. It was over too quickly. Yet it was enough. We kissed and he walked me to my car. Melbourne, Australia.

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Every Christmas the Ad Agency in London held a splendid Christmas party—fancy dress. One year I went as a cave woman in a scanty animal skin over my silky tights. I think I wore a cape too which I flashed open from time to time as we walked to the banquet hall in Chelsea. I was high on enjoyment and parading my sexuality. My attributes were a fit with a sexy man from the Paris office and we danced flirtatiously on the dance floor then back for the one-night love making…All that’s a blur but I assume was great with a French man…. the main memory is buying a new dress on the way into work so no one would know I never got home!  

The Masquerade

C’est magnifique!              

London, England

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It was a hot sticky night in Lexington, Kentucky, the year was 2007……and I am from Jersey.  I was captivated by my surroundings, as I walked the streets of this city.  I saw the monument known as “The Whipping Post”, and I remember taking a step back.  I actually thought The Whipping Post was a song by the Allman Brothers!  This shit was real!  This was history! I was there for my work.  I am a Registered Professional Nurse, working with a law firm as the project manager for a large healthcare system that spreads through southeastern Kentucky and a small part of West Virginia. Upon arrival I received a call from the project boss. He was well-known and very hot looking labor law attorney. He took me to a very cool southern restaurant, where I ordered the best shrimp and grits, I have ever tasted…to this date! We ate and we drank and discussed the upcoming project. I learned he was engaged (his fourth), I was married (my third). We decided to experience the town. It was my first taste of Bourbon. When I shared that with him, he told me he could teach me how to drink this southern favorite like a lady. He took a sip, swirled it around his mouth, pulled me close, and much to my surprise, tongue kissed me passionately while filling my mouth with the drink.  “Now that’s how you drink bourbon”!!!!!  We practiced a few more times, until I finally suggested, in a very low sultry voice, why not practice this exercise somewhere more private. We did in his room and fucked until we were spent. He had a 2 pm flight to make the next day, and when I dropped him off at the airport, we both smiled at each other, His parting words were “we make a beautiful team”.  Lexington, Kentucky

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I’m an architect and had celebrated my fifty-seventh birthday the day before. I was also a widow. I was staying at the luxurious Mandarin Oriental München for a seminar. During one of the breakout sessions a younger man sat at a table across from me. We made eye contact. There was something there. I watched him leave the table to speak with someone at another table. I asked the person seated next to me if he knew the man. He didn’t. I got up from the table to intercept him as he was about to return. I introduced myself. We agreed to meet after the meeting at which point, we walked and chatted about everything except our families. I knew before he did, what was happening. Neither of us could take our eyes off each other. I suggested we take a break and go my room for some wine that I kept there. Once in the room, wine was poured, we smiled, talked, kissed and then I asked him to strip for me. He blinked and agreed. He was a bit shy but still confident. He was physically average. I liked that. He did as I requested. We laughed. We listened to music and danced. He was naked. I was dressed. At the end of the song, I sat on the couch while he stood and asked him to come closer. I gave him head until his body quivered. I then lifted my skirt, removed my panties, keeping my high heels on. I asked him to kneel. He did and returned the favor. Afterwards I requested he wear my lacy panties under his business suit and leave his silk boxer shorts for me. It would be our memory. He did with a chuckle. I then wished him the best as we kissed at the door.  He departed, and I bathed, put on a robe, listened to music, and sipped some wine. Munich, Germany

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One of my favorite games is to go dancing, somewhere that it is okay to dance alone if you want to.  When you walk into the room you can survey it, you know who the hottest bodies are, and you start dancing.  It is like fishing, there is a certain amount of patience involved.  And the person I picked will be there dancing in front of me, getting my attention.  We dance. Drink, dance, our energy circling.  The exchange when it comes is madness, just pulling off clothes, and sweating, smelly, sex in the air, hot fucking. It was better to leave right away.  Just leave it in that bubble of hotness. And it doesn’t matter if there is an actual copulation.  It could just be passionate body humping and kissing in the parking lot and saying goodbye if I wanted to.  Tease and denial can be satisfying.  Or grabbing their member with my hands and sending my sexual energy through it and watching it explode.  It’s all good.  The experience desired is the random fishing and catching, that is what is thrilling. Los Angeles, California