Whispers about lacy things

   She drifted close to his ear until he could smell her perfume and feel the heat of her body. Her hair fell on his back and her breast touched his shoulder as he sat at his desk in his…

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When did the passion ebb away?

   Part 1: I hug him, my lips on his soft cheek. I kiss him and leave my lips there, breathing in his warmth, my body remembering years of this same embrace. “I know we’re not in the same place…

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Have some standards, man

   I stood looking at DH. He had not shaved in several days. His hair was sticking out at all angles. He had been wearing the same clothes for three days, like he’d just returned from backpacking. He was a…

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She saw, he saw

 She saw a rear end with too much padding. He saw a great pair of hips to hold onto. An invitation. She saw unattractive dimples all over her once-smooth thighs. He saw, well, he didn’t see that. His eyes were…

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Best accessory: cleavage on a date

   It had been a long time since we went on a date. Even going out for beer and appetizers was a welcome outing, and I was dressed for the occasion. Sitting across the table from DH, I shook my…

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Dancing with a stranger

   It wasn’t a particularly special night out. We chose a hotel that had live music on Saturdays. Settling at the green tiled bar, we ordered our beers. I tried to ignore the smell of pool chlorine. The seat next…

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