Connie Black has only ever known one lover: her young husband Dean. The two have been sweethearts since college and saved themselves for marriage, but their faltering sex life leaves Connie with a yearning that Dean just can't seem to fulfil.

In a last-ditch attempt to save their marriage, Connie takes the advice of a friend, but this one seemingly innocent suggestion leads her deep into a world of murky anonymous encounters and brave new sexual awakenings ...

The Changing Room is Part One in the Connie Black Trilogy.

WARNING: This 7,300+ word novella contains scenes of graphic language, skimpy underwear, exhibitionism, masturbation, oral sex, anal play, gloryholes, and culminates in a sizzling hot MMF threesome. Intended Only for Mature Audiences 18+.

EXCERPT: The little changing room was dusty and dimly lit, and there were two mirrors placed at angles so that I could see myself from the front and side as I began gingerly unbuttoning my blouse. I looked around the cubicle as I did so, at first unable to locate the hole in the wall that Clara had warned me about. It was only as I was bending down a little, to lay my folded up blouse carefully on the little stool in the corner, that I saw it: a large circular hole, about the size of a saucer, at waist height. It didn't look like it'd been made accidentally though; its edges had been sanded smooth and it was perfectly spherical. I leaned down and peered through, but all I could see was blackness. I stepped out of my flat sensible shoes, then unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I looked at myself hard in the mirrors: I looked just like a schoolgirl; thin and pale, dressed in my plain cotton panties and my conservative white bra, all shy and innocent. Not for long, I thought, as I unclasped the bra and let that drop to the floor too. There was a slight chill in the changing room, and maybe that was what had gotten my little nipples standing to attention … or perhaps it was the devious, secret thought that I couldn't shake from my mind: that one of the security guards (I didn't even care which one!) could be peeking at me through the peephole right now, stroking his hard, dirty cock as he watched me undress ...