Our roaring summer crashed in a crescendo of tears and words and sex. I'll not forget that frozen, late summer day when my Katherine came to me and told me about her late period. I felt the days we'd spent together come crashing in on me - the nights in the hotels, the afternoons in forest clearings, stolen mornings in my marriage bed. If I had impregnated my daughter... Why hadn't we been more careful? The summer was spe...

I know it’s not uncommon to wake up with morning wood, but I’m not sure it’s as common when you’re so hard it’s starting to get uncomfortable. Usually, I’d just get on with my day, but I heard the tv was on in the living room. It hadn’t even been a week since she’d moved in; by the time I process that she’s here, my feet were already moving. As I’m turning the corner into the living room, I immediately worry about pushing...

1992. Senior year of high school. Big bangs, bad make-up, tight rolled jeans and a couple of new grunge bands that will change the face of music forever. For cooler classmates, this stuff mattered. For myself and the other weirdos, this stuff existed. What really mattered to me, was John Lockhart. He was beautiful. Sandy light brown hair, blue eyes, sweet shy smile. For me, 1992 was about finally getting John to notice me...

It was early August of 1977. I was friends with the daughter of the local new car dealer. She had graduated from high school in June. Kelly and I were going to be seniors in the fall, but I had hung out with a number of people in the Class of ’77. Jenny lived in pretty nice digs. Large house, inground pool, four-car attached garage. Jenny threw a big party, mostly because she and many of her classmates were soon leaving t...

Saturday was kickstarted with a bang when I woke to a text from hubby telling me how he couldn't stop thinking of me modelling the new kinky crotchless body stockings he had bought me as a surprise.  I'd tried them on for him a few nights before, and I think we both knew what the weekend would then have in store - a night of naughty play.   The seed was planted with us both and the flirtation continued via text throughout...

Her legs started shaking as she grabbed the sheets for dear life. Her lower back arched as I bit slightly harder on her nipple. Her orgasm was long, way stronger than the first one she had a couple of minutes ago. Just as she started relaxing and the moan subsided, the ring tone of the phone startled both of us.   "Oh, shit! Shit! What time is it?" She crawled out from underneath me. I spun in place to lay on my back. I s...

What a boring day it has been. The second day of a three-day conference – been stuck in meetings and workshops all day. Even the lunch break was a working lunch, so not even a break then. So now it is 6 pm, meetings over for the day, and a little bit of free time to relax. A few of the delegates said they would be in the hotel bar for a drink a little later, and I thought I would get a head start on them, so am here in th...

I knew what he wanted from me when he asked what I was wearing to the theater. I rattled off a few options of things I knew were clean -- the jean shorts, the black capris -- and noticed when his eyes lit up at the mention of my pink skirt. “Well whatever you wear, don't forget a sweater. You know it's cold in there.” He’s so sweet. We sat in the back row, like always. And not only was I ready for him in the pink skirt, b...

Emma and I watched as her parents went off down our drive, waving to them but also teasing each other's body below the window ledge. I murmured in her ear that I'd just check they'd left nothing behind. My comment elicited a conspiratorial smile from her as she knew the reason behind the suggestion. Quickly, I went from the kitchen via the dining area to the sunroom, where I folded out the sofa bed, and, thankfully, nothi...

With the virus craziness of 2020, my life had gotten rather boring. The plan to divorce my husband had gotten derailed. Fun for me was out of the picture for a long time. Things had gotten rather boring. Even “playing” online and using toys to amuse myself when I had alone time did not thrill me much anymore. But that all changed when I received an expected call from someone from my past. I’ll give you some background on...