Early retirement hadn't turned out to be the idyll either of them expected. Buddy had sold his business back in February and Sheila had had enough. For six months she had put up with his lazy-assed, fucked-up, king-of-the-hill attitude. It wasn’t just that she wasn’t used his always being underfoot. The fact is, there had never been more than a few waking hours a week when he wasn’t at work; all the years they had kids at...

I was having trouble falling asleep. I kept going over the events of the evening in my mind. It had been a noisy party, much more crowded than usual for a trade-related event. But the conversation, the one occurrence I kept replaying, had been perfectly clear. “I’m looking you over as a possible acquisition,” he said. The more I thought about it, the odder it sounded in my mind’s ear. And there was something in his voice,...

My wife Lynn and I are really not very compatible; it’s kind of amazing that we got married in the first place. And ironically, I think it was my sex drive that was the catalyst. We were young then, and she loved my attentions; it was an ego boost for her to know I was always ready, willing, and able, and besotted with her sleek and supple body. But, in many ways, we’re polar opposites. And not in a complimentary or an op...

She sat back in her chair and took several breaths. “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my god, what am I gonna do? I can’t back out on Andy, but I can’t say no to Donald either!! Oh my god.” She grabbed her phone, deleted her message, and started again: “Hey honey, that sounds amazing! I have to work until 5 and maybe later though?? I am so sorry I can’t leave at 4:00! What’s going on? What are we doing?” She read it to herself an...

It was a cold December morning, but Annie was warm and cozy under the covers. She stretched out under the soft sheets as she blinked her eyes. The sun was barely starting to come through the blinds. She snuggled back against her husband’s large frame. Her butt pressed up against his crotch as she wiggled into him, hoping to feel him get hard. Neither of them had to get up yet, and she was in the mood for a quickie before...

A rush of warm air hit me as I opened the door, twitching my nose to the sweet scent of banana bread. I shook off the snow from my fur and basked in the comfort of finally being home. My ears perked towards the kitchen. I could hear Sophie washing some dishes, softly humming a tune. I smiled, taking off my boots and closing the door. I slowly moseyed to the kitchen, my tail swooshing behind me in patient anticipation. “I...

Sister Noelia was alive. To begin with, there can be no doubt about that. To confront a further suspicion the reader may have of her, based on events in this tale, she was not only alive but very much sane. In fact, she was beloved and respected throughout not just the convent but the town of Santiago de Compostela, where she lived. And no wonder! None of the sisters were as diligent in their duties to God, nor as modest...

My husband and I took a weekend getaway to meet up with a bunch of his uni buddies. We arrived Friday night and we met the others at a quiet bar for some drinks. I sat next to my husband and found myself listening, only occasionally joining in the conversation. I looked around the table and saw that they were completely engrossed in one another and were enjoying stories of the past. As I took them in, I noticed one, Charl...

Ella rolled over in their warm bed with an exasperated sigh as Callum rolled out of it. "No," she grunted before Callum uttered a word. "Come on; you love the sunrise!" He reminded Ella with a chuckle. "I saw it yesterday. I'm good," Ella muttered into her pillow. "Argh, just some quick miles this morning, babe. Meet you up on the beach in an hour?" Ella mumbled unintelligibly, a standard response Callum took to mean she...