Saturday morning arrived, and I dedicated the entire span to cleaning my house. Not that it was filthy or anything, but in the solitude of my own company, I managed to find dust bunnies I had previously missed. After several hours of deep cleaning, every surface and corner sparkled as if Mary Poppins could walk in with her white glove and nod approvingly. With a sense of accomplishment, I rewarded myself with a relaxing s...

I hopped into the shower, making sure I had enough time to give my hair some love after my bath. The lavender-infused shampoo and conditioner were my go-to when seeing Ben; he once noted how much he liked it. After a quick dab of product and a playful tousle with my fingers, I couldn't help but grin at the outcome. Good hair days are rare and should be appreciated when they happen. Returning to the bedroom, I stood before...

The week passed in a whirlwind, with no specific text instructions regarding attire. I adorned myself with garter belts, each with matching bras, panties, and stockings. I carefully selected heels that matched my feisty mood. Unless I had a video call at work, I wore nothing else, keeping his buttoned shirt near me in case I did get a surprise call. A message arrived from John, Ben’s associate and best friend, informing m...

Mornings have never been my thing; waking up before 10 am should be against the law, in my opinion. But politicians don't listen to me, so why would the sun? At almost 7 am, the intense beams begin to peek into my large bay window. I used to have black-out curtains until Ben took them down as he was an early riser and liked to look out on my garden while the sun came up. The bay window in my bedroom was something out of a...