Charlotte had always prided herself on her appearance, even if she was never quite satisfied with the results. At 35, she carried a slight more weight than she would have liked. Her dark brown hair with its subtle blonde highlights framed her face perfectly and she never left the house without a touch of makeup that accentuated her warm hazel eyes and full lips. She’d been working at her company for nearly a decade, a mid...

Last Christmas, I did something that still does not quite fit with how I see myself. I am a married man in what I have quietly come to accept is a sexless relationship. Intimacy has not ended with a bang or a fight. It has just faded. We touch less, desire less and eventually not at all. I am still a husband, a dad and the reliable one. Somewhere along the way, I stopped feeling like a man anyone wanted. Then someone ment...

The story unfolded just a few months ago after I had wrapped up a repair job. From our very first meeting, the air crackled with unspoken tension. Rachel was the epitome of quiet allure, petite, with soft curves that hinted at hidden depths. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and those hazel eyes held a spark of mischief beneath her reserved demeanor. She would listen intently as I explained the work but every so o...