“You didn’t shave.” She stood before me, completely naked save the strand of pearls that adorned her neck. My disappointment was clear, and firm. She responded, voice quivering. “I couldn’t.” “I was very clear about this,” I replied. “But he…” A long pause. The fear visible. The flash of the diamond on her left ring finger. She had taken it off that first time. I fixed that. “He WHAT?” I shot back. “He would suspect. I’ve...

We talk over a glass of wine in my hotel suite. The tension in her body betrays her raw nerves. Her hands tremble slightly as she brings the glass to her lips. I give her time, and space, to move through this emotion. This isn’t her first time, our first time. I know that under her silky dress a lace thong covers a freshly shaved mound with a delicate landing strip. That is how I marked her the last time, sending her home...

“I’m pregnant.” It had been nearly three weeks since our last tryst, due to my travel schedule and a week’s vacation for her and her husband. My mind raced through the possibilities. “It might be yours.” It was as if she were reading my mind. I processed this as tightness filled my chest. My mind raced back to our last encounter. For the first time, we not only fucked without protection, but I filled her with a week’s wor...