The night air is warm. As summer gives way to autumn a cool breeze rushes down the street, sending a chill up your arm. You press against him as your body shivers and is plagued with goose bumps. The evening has been perfect so far. Candle light intimate dinner. Soft mellow piano. A shared bottle of the finest champagne. You're not sure if it's the mixture o...
Many years ago my mother-in-law commissioned an artist to do a painting of my wife (her daughter) and our children. My wife, thirty-one years old at the time, went to his studio with the kids and the painter told he wanted to sketch the boys before they got bored and the wife in a second time. In two session the kids were done so the wife begun to pose going...
He had been away interstate on business all week and arrived home late on Friday night. He could hear his wife talking on the phone in the bedroom, and from the snatches of conversation he caught, it was to what sounded like one of her female friends. He was hot and sweaty after being on the run all day and decided to shower before greeting his wife and sw...
My love, Reading about you always make me feel closer to you. From hearing about what you cooked to your shower to what you are wearing today. I know we wont be like this forever, but for now this is all we have. I cant wait till we are together again just as we are meant to be. I'm surprised it took you so long to wear the corset. I know you love period c...
Dear Christina, It's over. I'm sorry, but it has been for some time. I think that deep down inside, we've both known this, but that we've never been able to face it. I suppose I could say that we had a good run, but I think we both know that would be a lie. Do you know what I'm talking about yet? I suspect that you have some inkling by now. It's your... s...
Ned looked down at the letter because it was less terrifying than looking up at the grey barrel of the gun. Presuming the man wanted him to read, he started: Dear Brian, "But my name's not Brian," he said, wincing. "My name's Brian you twit." "Oh, I understand," Ned said continuing: I am writing to tell you about your wife. You must have figured out tha...
TUESDAY 6th JULY We kissed tonight, Sandy and I. It pains me that this means it's a significant event. It should be as natural as holding hands right? But it isn't. The kiss was nice, lips on lip, soft and truthfully, somewhat hesitant. There were no tongues involved, but it was intimate. I enjoyed it even if it was brief. Sandy asked me if I liked it and...
Authors Note: This is a recounting of an actual event that happened in my life a number of years ago when I was in a long distance relationship. Any feedback is more than welcome. *************************************** My father told me that I'd have the house to myself for a few hours when I got home from school one day...I could hardly contain my enthus...
I know that you can't tell, but I originally wrote this in pen. I spend so much of my time analyzing and overthinking everything I do for fear of making the same mistakes that I fail to live in the present. What I feel at present is compelling me toward total honesty with you, but I fear what it would mean for us. What do I feel? Right now, at this very mom...
Darling Princess, Are such letters like this out of style; with all the electronic stuff around us proliferating even while we think? In these latter days of fast paced life, is the mailman’s walk still wanted? It used to be that young and old would gate-swing, waiting - news and letters from loves long distant were daily and earnestly desired – and deliver...