"Sweetheart.." she cooed, prancing out of the bathroom in a see through lace robe, visibly beneath it was a matching black lace bra and thong, clinging to her breasts barely and showing off every curve of her pale, supple body. She crept over to the bed where her husband was adjusting his tie around the collar his starch white dress shirt. She climbed across...
The Rules of Fidelity and the Price of Honor An author on this site recently posted a story in which the wife had an affair. The resolution to the story was that she fell in love with the man she had the affair with but gave him up in favor of her husband. The affair was never discovered and it haunted her that she had to choose between her loves. Many of t...
Samuel here. I've been called many things. From sadistic misanthrope to freak. From cruel and unusual bastard to literary genius. Well, many people can't agree on what to make of me. I'm the writer whose stories show men and women at their best and worst. There are bad men and bad women in this world. The media and society at large thinks of women as saints...
I got home a bit later than expected. I texted as I got there, and he was waiting to open the door for me. As I walked in I gave him a kiss and said, "Hi honey, sorry it took so long at work. How are you feeling?" He closed the door behind me and followed me into the kitchen. "I'm feeling better. How was your day?" he said. "Just the usual. It took a whil...
I had been planning this in the back of my mind, for sometime, keeping the desire hidden from my husband, and at time from myself, imaging how it would be, what my desires were and how to make it happen. Well it happen yesterday, in Albany, the heat from it was nothing like I dreamed it to be. The desire so intense, the feeling so warm and tingly, my dream h...
Author Notes: Moonlight is a vignette, a brief sketch of a few minutes in the life of a married couple. The sketch gives no hint of why and little of who other than names. I used Mary and John for the couple and Samuel for the lover because they are among the most common names in the Judeo-Christian world. The what happens of the sketch is fifteen minutes in...
The encroaching night is chasing the steam of the day away with a cool breeze from the ocean. It's the time of day when the dying light is at its most explosive, painting the blue sky with streaks of red and orange. And you decide to take a shower. You walk into the room stripping as you make your way to the outdoor shower. You're reflecting on the lazy da...
When my now husband mentioned marriage, I doubt he thought it would lead to a three day inquisition. As a single mother with two failed relationships, I wanted to discuss in depth some obstacles from the past; among them was sex. Admittedly, I have an unusually high sex drive. By the end of my fourteen year marriage, sex had become contentious rather than en...
I felt my beloved husband of five years roll over in bed. I knew what came next; stretching and farting. I smiled softly; pretending to still be asleep. He would sit on the side of our bed for a moment before rising to get ready for another long day at work; leaving me and the baby to sleep away the pre-dawn hours. But this morning, the routine was broken...
We've all been part of those conversations where the question is asked, "So what country did your ancestors come from?" Of course we are supposed to say they are from Kenya or Germany, perhaps India or Mexico. The truth is I don't know. I have a wandering spirit that I suspect I got from my ancestors. So I see my past rooted in a handsome man from Spain, a p...