Friday Morning Fiona’s heart leaped as she finished packing for the weekend. Three days and two glorious nights at a posh resort on the water. She was so looking forward to getting away. Especially the nights: she and Ian needed some time away, far from the distractions and hustle and bustle of their everyday world, for a chance to rekindle their romance, to regain some of the intimacy that they had lost since getting mar...

Fiona tossed and turned, visions haunting her dreams. Moans, cries, pleading. Filthy words being spit out by lovers in the throes of aggressive coupling. The slap of bodies, the pounding of the bed, the sound of rigid manhood violating its lover’s inner sanctum. Moans turned to screams, and Fiona was startled awake. It was no dream. Gradually the fog lifted, and she was brought forth into the present moment. A distinct sm...

Fiona awoke, groggy and exhausted, her mouth parched, her sense of place blurred by a strange disorientation. Hazy erotic dreams had haunted her sleep, and she was aware of a tingling in her most intimate regions. A distinct odor lingered in the air. She struggled to recognize it, and slowly it came to her. Sex. A man’s spunk, mingled with a woman’s musky secretions. Gradually, her surroundings came into focus, and she be...