I looked across the breakfast table with distaste to where Kenneth, my husband, was stuffing his face while reading the Wall Street Journal. "I don't think he remembers that this is our first wedding anniversary," I mused. Kenneth's phone chimed, indicating an incoming text message, and I looked up as he read the text. "Damn! Wendy, I have a problem. I have to go away. An emergency has cropped up, and I must go immediatel...

I was woken from my nap by someone rapping on the door. It took me a few seconds to orient myself and sort my mind out as to where I was. “Who’s there?” I asked. “Maid service, ma’am. Here to turn down the bed and see if you need anything.” “Give me a second.” I scrambled out of bed, threw on a nighty, and yelled, “Please come in,” as I went to the bathroom. As I attended to the needs of nature, I smiled as I thought of a...

My dream, in which I relived the experiences of last night, was shattered by the buzz of my cell phone. I reached over to the night table and saw it was my husband calling. "Fuck what does he want?" "Good morning. What did I do to deserve this honor?" "Morning? It's almost noon your time. Are you enjoying your vacation?" "Yes, it's been great so far. How and where are you?" "Jeddah. It's almost bedtime, and I just called...

With a cup of coffee in front of me, I faced my day with little to look forward to. Since I had returned from my Jamaican adventure, I'd had to content myself with 'Black Jim,' my ten-inch dildo. I craved real BBC; however, hubby had been on me like a fly on shit since my return from my vacation. Clarence, the resort's owner, had made me a tempting offer to go and help him manage the singles resort where I would have had...