"Tell me a fantasy," he said. He saw a shy look cross her face. She always seemed to have trouble with this question, even though her fantasies were no weirder than his. "This one's a little strange," she began. "Feh. Personally, I only think about Ozzie and Harriet, Norman Rockwell, and Alice in Wonderland." "Beast! Don't tease me, or I won't tell you an...
Walking over to my dressing table to splash on some French perfume I realized I was a little nervous. Tonight I was going out on my second date with Greg. I didn't know him very well. We met when I was downtown at the Powers Building, waiting in the reception area for my meeting to begin. I remember he had been surrounded by men who seemed to be protecting...
It had been a few years since you made the fateful decision to drop out of University. You were done sitting behind a desk, crunching numbers and working towards a meaningless piece of paper. A change of pace was necessary, or so you felt like at the time. In the years since you had managed to go through as many as fifteen different jobs: bartender, bouncer,...
Ayasha had called day and night obsessively and Storm knew he couldn't avoid her much longer. It was over two weeks since he left Salina in that hotel room. Over two weeks of him sleeping only from sheer exhaustion, either from working out, riding until every cell in his body hurt or working until his eyes burnt. He had not spoken to any of his friends and w...
Two days later, Rhiannon called me mid-morning and asked if I'd clear my afternoon and come to the cottage for a visit. I'd been trying to give her and Joe some time alone to get accustomed to being parents and she'd only been home from the hospital one night, but patience wasn't in Rhi's DNA. I picked Lilly up on the way out of town. Rhiannon sat in stat...
This is a follow-up to "Trust Is Earned, Not Given." I was amazed at the eighty-plus responses I received, which ran the gamut from wonderful to terrible. As posters informed me, Loving Wives readers are an intensely critical crowd. I got praised as well as skewered. To those who did the former as well as the latter, thanks for reading and commenting. Appare...
The economic meltdown of 2015 hit Roger particularly hard. He had been a fairly successful mortgage broker in Houston before the crash. It seemed like the steep rise in health insurance premiums hastened the death of the forty hour work week which in turn hastened an irreversible decline in the number of prospective buyers applying for mortgages. If that was...
Author's Note: This story is complete fantasy. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, companies or inventions is purely accidental. The story will make more sense if chapters 1 to 6 are read first. ********** Jenny was still drowsy and a little cold when she woke on Sunday morning. She realised she was alone in bed, lying on her back with her arms ou...
Even though John and Amy's relationship is rolling right along. Every now and then the issue of trust pops into his mind. She is being a model wife and nothing has come up to make him suspicious. The have sex three or four times a week and the sex is good. One afternoon they are at the mall sitting in Cinnabon waiting for their order. A black guy walks in a...
You would think it would be easy to discuss sexual desires with someone you feel comfortable enough to have sex with, but that clearly isn't the case. The simple fact that we do care so much often makes it harder to make ourselves vulnerable by sharing. Someone we care about has more power to hurt us than a stranger. Similarly, it can be difficult to tell ou...