It felt like drowning. That was the only thing she could think of, the only word that drowsed her dreams, blurred her view, until she felt drunk enough to wake up in some sort of reverse blackout. She was sweating, her chest jumping. Alice looked down her body, to her small tits, to the pair of panties identical to those she went to bed in yesterday, to her pale pair of legs and the slight pink on her thighs, and yet she...

Perhaps I shouldn't have felt as I did. There I was, a married woman for so long, old enough to have a kid in college, and yet I sat at the foot of my bed picking which bikini to wear as to impress a bunch of twenty-year-old kids. It was embarrassing, truth be told, but I saw how Brian was looking at me. It was enough to make me shiver. Maybe it was enough to make my whole body explode. None of this would've happened if i...