I tell myself that loving a man will only ever hurt me, and those three words form one of the deadliest sentences: “I love you.” Those are the tolls of love’s death. Not many understand the reality of my Pancake Man--The yearning I have inside of me for him that never died even as my hope withered. But hope, like a Phoenix, rises from the ashes and takes wing. And so my dreaming continues and I lose myself to the peaceful...

I can’t seem to keep my head out of the clouds. My dreams of him never faded but I got better at ignoring them for my own sanity. Now they are harder to ignore as my hope is slowly being revived. Another dream beckons....I look up and greet him as he walks through the door from work. He looks well-worn and hungry. “Dinner is almost ready,” I smile as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. Strength radiates from him an...

Rose leaned against the counter daydreaming, the soapy dishes in front of her being cleaned by unthinking hands. A shiver curled from her neck down to her toes, as she remembered last night’s bout of love-making. Her husband was perfect in her eyes, and last night was the first time in their marriage that they had ever gotten into a row that large. She wasn’t the stay-at-home type. She never had been. But here she was, at...

I know he has pulled away from me completely but dreams, whether sleeping or waking, continue to haunt me. They are a forever present ghost on my back, whispering in my ear. Giving me hope that his love for me will prevail, but at the same time crushing all resistance in my mind, assuring me that he will never want me the way I want him. The best part of dreams though, is that you can essentially mold them to any ending....

It’s not often that I give my heart out to a man. Sex is easy to accomplish but when they start getting interested in me, I freeze up. I think to myself, “there is no way he wants to know me.” But this story is different. Slightly. This is the story about the man who it is still impossible for me to hate even though I should. This is the story of my Pancake Man. I admit I haven’t known him long but the things he could do...

She was half asleep, mostly unaware of his movements except that her body was completely attuned to his. She could feel him hardening against her back and a sigh escaped her lips as she remembered everything that had happened the night before. It was the first time that they had had sex with each other, but it was more than that. He was the first man that she had actually orgasmed with. She had never been wound so tight i...

I know I love Chris. It’s why I married him, after all. What I had no idea about was how amazing sex with him would be. Chris is a Sergeant in the U.S. Cavalry and a mechanic. The things his hands can do have made me into a true believer. As a girl from a conservative family, I never really knew much about sex. My parents slept in separate beds, in separate rooms. That was how I thought it was supposed to be; but let me t...

I knew the second that I fell in love with her. She was beautiful and perfect and sweet and everything a man could ever want in a woman. Kat was my soulmate and I’d finally made her mine. She stands about five feet, nine inches tall compared to my six foot, four inch frame. She’s got the prettiest long blonde hair and eyes that change from the color of a bright sky to the color of rainy gray clouds, but my favorite part i...