He had to be reading a sex story, she thought. The expression on his face told it all.“What are you reading?” she asked.He looked up from his phone. He wanted to say “nothing”, but he knew that she knew.“Caught,” he simply replied.“It must be a good one, judging from your expression,” she said.“It’s refreshingly different. Most of the time, it’s the woman who is portrayed as a sexed-up bimbo. In this story, the man is not...

It was the third Thursday of the month. I had checked into the hotel alone; she was running late. I headed to the second floor. We always booked the same room on the second floor. Gemma and I had been lovers for more than two years. We had been introduced at a business reception and immediately hit it off. We both found the party boring, so we got really drunk. After leaving to have dinner, we decided we fancied each othe...

Gabby and Phil shared something in common with millions of other couples around the world: Gabby liked to go to Ikea, while Phil despised it. For the past several weeks, Gabby had taken stock around the house. Their son Anthony had just turned four, and he required a bigger bed and some children’s furniture rather than nursery items. The threadbare rug in the dining room, bought at a garage sale just after their wedding,...

My wife and I met when we were both in our mid-thirties at a convention in San Francisco. I lived in New York and Leah lived in London. We soon figured out that both of us were recently divorced and therefore available. We immediately hit it off, and I was very pleased when she accepted my invitation for dinner. Three things attracted me to Leah. I am short, but she is much shorter. less than five feet tall. Secondly, her...

It was a big day not just for Noah, but also for Michael and Rosie. Their only child, the focus of their lives for the past eighteen years, was heading to university. Michael had offered to drive Noah from London to Newcastle along with all his stuff, but Noah – seeking independence from his often-smothering parents – said he wanted to take the train alone. However, Noah did accept his father’s offer of a ride to Kings Cr...

After walking home, Bob had gone to bed alone but only after having more to drink. While the booze helped knock him out, he slept only fitfully, partially because he did not like sleeping without the warmth of his wife beside him. By 6 a.m. he finally gave up. He showered, dressed and decided to walk down to the nearby Costa coffee shop as he did not want to be alone. The entire time, all he could think about was his wife...

I was working in my office when I heard a soft ping alerting me to a text message. Thinking it must be from my daughter, the only person who texts me regularly, I dug into my pocket for my phone. The message said: “I am really looking forward to meeting you; I’m sure we can have a great time together.” Accompanying the message was a photo of an attractive woman sprawled on a sofa. The photo was taken from above her should...

As Bob observed just before he left Karen and Rachel alone, Rachel had not been this happy in a long, long time. Rachel was finally realizing that her life did not have to end with her husband’s. In the past 48 hours, Rachel had discovered that she could not only feel attractive, but that she could even look attractive to others. She sighed as she remembered Bob’s and Karen’s admiring glances earlier in the evening. She c...

I have always been attracted to what could be described as ‘mousy’ looking girls. You know, those women who hardly ever get a second glance from most guys. I guess you could call them nerds. There are several reasons I lust after these ‘Plain Janes’ rather than perfect tens. First, I am no George Clooney or Brad Pitt myself, so I do not think any really good-looking woman would be interested in me. Secondly, my college gi...

The next afternoon, I was busily working away in my home office, making up for not having accomplished much (at least workwise) the previous day. Slowly, I realized that the room was getting chilly again. I put my hand on the radiator and, just as I expected, the boiler had conked out again. There was only one thing I could do: call Mikey the Plumber! The phone answered on the fourth ring. “Mikey, it’s Dave. The boiler ha...

Karen has helped her best friend Rachel get over her lingering grief by treating her to a makeover and to a boudoir photo session. While at the photography studio, Karen finally allowed her feelings towards Rachel to be known after fifteen years of close friendship. * * * After putting on their clothes, bidding Doug farewell and leaving the studio, it slowly dawned on both Karen and Rachel what had just occurred. They wal...

It was just my luck … Two years ago, my wife left me for another guy. A year later, I lost my high-paying job in a ‘corporate restructuring’. Now, just three weeks after moving into a new house, the heating packs up. Actually, I had a lot for which still to be thankful. My ex-wife’s new husband was rich, so her financial demands were relatively small. My kids, now grown and on their own, took my side and were a source of...

Bob and Karen met Rachel and Stephen when their sons began primary school. The two boys, Jake and Sam, quickly became friends and so did their parents. Bob and Stephen enjoyed going to the pub together. Rachel’s bouncy, joyous personality contrasted from Karen’s more serious, business-like persona, but they developed a truly intimate friendship. The two couples would dine at one or the others houses nearly once a week, an...

My wife and I recently bought a convertible. It’s hard to believe that a car can change your sex life, but it can! I now wonder why automakers don’t sell a lot more ragtops.Zoe and I are a middle-aged couple living in London. Years ago, following the death of Zoe’s parents, we inherited a small holiday home in rural France. The surrounding countryside is beautiful: rolling hills, fields of sunflowers during summers and pi...

Helena took a sip of cognac and continued where she had left off. “I could spend hours telling you about my ‘training’ and all sorts of stories about my work for Agence Internationale. However, we can save that for other evenings. I have a feeling that your little friend” - and she rubbed my crotch with her toes for emphasis - “would get overly excited if we went down that part of Memory Lane. “So, I worked for Agence Int...