"Shoes?" "Yup." "Camera?" "Got it." "Flash drive?" "Shit. Thanks. Almost forgot it." I rushed to the desk drawer and grabbed the flash drive with my PowerPoint on it. My wife and I had a tradition of this checklist run-through every time I traveled for a conference. It was created out of necessity because I never had my head on straight and would invariably call from the destination whining about forgetting one important...

I just get back to my hotel from work. It had been exhausting all day with my colleagues at a conference and, boy, was I glad to see the end of that dreadful week. It’s 6 pm on a Friday. I just entered the hotel minutes ago, and I am desperate for my bed. I quickly strip off my clothes and fall onto the bed, falling asleep almost instantly. I planned to nap for an hour or so before heading out for dinner. Four hours later...

I have been happily married to my wife for four years. My wife is German, a year older than me at thirty-two. My friends always told me that I was lucky to land her; she's blonde, about 5'8 and very skinny. She doesn't have the biggest set of breasts but for her frame, they look amazing. Almost the perfect size for her; soft, firm, and those nipples are so naturally perky that more often than not they poke through her top...