It seemed that nothing I did helped wash away the sins of the last two hours of my life. I tried to wash away my sexual transgression as I stood beneath the shower, the water rushing across my ultra-stimulated body. I could still feel him inside of me, pulsing and thrusting. "No!" I told myself as I stepped out to dry myself. I knew that no amount of scrubbing could erase the memory of what I had allowed to happen. As I w...

My little shop on the corner… This morning, while drinking my coffee, I chatted with my husband, who was a thousand miles away, brokering some business merger. He had been gone for fifteen days and was coming home that night. To say I was sexually frustrated would have been an understatement. The weekend before he left for his trip, we practically broke the bed frame with the intensity of our lovemaking. Fifteen days late...