TUESDAY She had texted Iselin that last day at the cabin after finding her note with her number, replying, "Delighted to find your lovely note, thank you. Safe home, beautiful girl. Love, Eira ❤️." She saved her number in her phone under "Fjellrype" (ptarmigan) with a small bird emoji, but she hadn't contacted her; some things needed time to process. Her mobile vibrated as she arranged fresh flowers from bunches and Olive...

She was in Glasgow for the annual Energy conference at the city's SEC, but she'd factored in time for herself there after her work commitments were done. Eira was a confident woman and happily married, a fact she never took for granted, but she'd always been bisexual, and the pull of another woman was a temptation she never fully surrendered. When her office asked her about accommodation, she’d requested they book her int...

She was casually dressed in a cable knit sweater, shorts and thick wool socks, the picture of a woman who valued comfort over fashion but still there was an elegance to her. Her eyes held a quiet intelligence perfectly at home in the low light ambience of the mountain cabin, or "hytte" in Norwegian. In Norway, the pull of the hytte is almost primal, a call to escape and reconnect with nature and that’s what had brought Ei...

The Hotel looked classy, positioned as it was by the fjord side, surrounded by orchards filled with beautiful ‘Hardanger Apples" in full bloom. Eira arrived first, as she always did. She wore a bottle green, figure-hugging dress concealing white lingerie beneath and paired with heels that complemented her feminine curves. She was a woman who carried herself with the confidence of someone who'd spent years in boardrooms, k...

The spring air in Paris was sweet with the promise of new beginnings, and I felt it in my very soul as I stood at the arrivals gate at Charles de Gaulle, my heart thrumming a nervous, excited rhythm against my ribs. Jean-Pierre stood beside me, a calm, reassuring presence, his hand resting on the small of my back. I was scanning the crowd, my eyes darting from face to face, searching for the one that fuels my fantasies. T...

After years of grinding through constant work pressure, phones going off at midnight, crises blowing up on birthdays, stress that just wouldn’t quit, we finally looked at each other and said enough. We made a choice. We’re married, yeah, but more than that. We’ve survived a lot together, and somewhere along the way we realized the life we were living was eating us alive. So we made a deal, years back. A small act of defia...

The exciting fantasy I shared with the woman I had fallen in lust with was about to come true. I was flying, via Amsterdam from Paris to Stavanger, Norway, a spectacular setting whose natural beauty made it the perfect location to finally meet the natural beauty of the woman I had longed for ever since first seeing her on Lush- Eira. Fortunately, she felt the same way about me. I call her my Norwegian princess. Her natura...