I watch from the doorway, trying to gauge her mood. She is milling about the kitchen, seemingly happy, softly humming. I approach her with optimism, drawing her towards me. "You're so beautiful."  "You have to say that. You're my husband," she says, wriggling away. "No, I mean it. I would love to show you what you mean to me," I continue, trying to kiss her. "Hun, I have things I need to do," she replies, turning her chee...

He tells me how good I made him feel which in turn makes me feel good. I know he’s been aching to feel desired again. I mean isn’t that what we all want – to be desired? Wanting to return the favor, he instructs me to slide my shorts and panties down. Now, it’s my turn to listen. Of course, I had already played out some fantasies of him in my head. Would he match my fantasy? Yes, he does. Showing me his gifts in erotic ro...

I pace in front of the hotel room door, repeatedly checking my appearance in the mirror on the wall. I drove for several hours to meet David here, while he’s in this city for a few days on customer calls. Insecurities now fill my head. Will he find me attractive? Will he love ‘in-person’ me as much as ‘online me?’ We believe we are in love, but can you really love someone you haven’t met in person? Knock. Knock. Oh, God!...