Weekend getaway Stories

She sat across the table from me but was a million miles away. She’d been telling me for days that she was fine, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and, though I sensed there were things she needed to say, I didn’t press the issue. In all our years of marriage, if I know one thing about my wife, it’s that she needs time to process things before she is ready to talk about them. Patience doesn’t always come easy to...

Since our last stormy screwfest we hadn’t played again, as the Jumpgate hadn’t reopened, though we were occasionally playful. Our friendship was deep, and we hugged a lot, mostly when clothed, though sometimes not. Sometimes playful, we could be naked without anything happening, though sometimes naked, and I would be grabbed around the boobs or lower down from behind and then playfully kissed, then maybe someone would als...