The door to the ladies’ room was locked and so I waited. DH and I were celebrating our 25 year anniversary at a fine dining restaurant. He had the prime rib and I had the crab cakes and cod,…
Love
Letter to myself eight years ago
To Myself Eight Years Ago, I just saw a picture of you and I thought dang, girl, you are pretty hot. I know that that is a foreign idea to you right now and it’s embarrasses you to hear…
Relationships
And so, I kiss you
Even though it is dark, I close my eyes so I can concentrate on you–and you alone. I’ve looked forward to this moment all day. Instinctively, I find your mouth with mine. Our lips are agonizingly close but not…
Relationships
Barbecue with a side of flashing
DH was on the deck, grilling, smoking and drinking a beer. He seemed somber although I know from asking earlier, he was not thinking about anything in particular. I wanted to see him flash me that killer grin that…
Sex
The saga of the busted dildo
“Uh, oh,” I said absentmindedly to DH. “I think it’s broken.” In my hand, I balanced the toy upright. Instead of its usual stiff profile, it had an odd bend near the base and fell to the side. The…
