[RECAP: Joanna is a married writer of thirty-four, mother of two boys. At her son's school play she meets Alan, a rookie teacher of twenty-seven, and the two quickly hit it off, establishing a texting-based friendship fed by off-the-cuff jokes and an interest in theatre. He becomes an outlet of sorts in the face of a stressful job and a marriage strained by infidelity. The communication with Alan grows more and more intim...

When Hunter had left the house seemed to fall silent. Snow fell day after day, insulating our secret from the rest of the world with layers of ice. But inside our hardening igloo, I felt trapped. Agatha seemed to dog my steps, haunting me with laundry and vacuums and brooms. It seemed to me that wherever I was reading quietly, Agatha found reason to rearrange a bookshelf. Wherever I sat with a coffee, she took a thirst to...

The sound of laughter and people talking gets drowned out as we close the doors of the car. The drowsiness of being drunk settles, I take a deep sigh. “Oh boy, that was fun." I said with a giggle. “Yeah. We stayed way longer than I thought we would." Mark said as he closed the door of the car. I laughed. Mark was rarely the partying type. In all the years we had known each other, I could count with one hand the times he h...

There are only two kinds of regrets; regrets for things you’ve done, of course, but also for things you could have done but didn’t, for whatever reason. You might regret any number of things you’ve done; foolish, painful, or hurtful things, or maybe things that have cost you a lot of money or much of your dignity or both. Possibly impulsive things you simply didn’t think through ahead of time, or that ended other than as...

Before meeting my husband Dan, I had been in a long-term relationship with Tim in the last two years at high school and during my first year away at college. Tim and I had sex regularly and while I found it satisfying I also felt it lacked passion. Tim had a brother, Jason, who was one year younger than me. The three of us frequently hung around together, mainly smoking cigarettes, drinking beer, and getting high. Many ti...

I know that this is going to sound rather unfair, but I want to be honest about some of my experiences. I’ve found it odd how a new relationship with a woman can vary so much in the way it gets started. I'm thirty-seven and have gone through a long marriage which was followed by a divorce. I had eight girlfriends before that. Sometimes I pursue a certain woman for a while, and nothing happens. Often they are not honest ab...

John sprinted home. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! he thought to himself as he ran. How did I let things go that far? Now safely back at home, John put his head in his hands and thought about what had just happened. Kate had been shocked when he'd told her to stop. He had thought about leading her deeper into the woods and finding a secluded spot to continue their tryst. In fact, that's exactly what he had wanted to do! But as soon as...

As I sat in my apartment with my bag packed up and ready to go, I tried to stay positive about the weekend ahead. "It'll be just as fun as it always is," I kept telling myself. But the message rang hollow. It didn't seem like that was going to be possible. The trip I had packed for was the annual McCormick boys camping excursion, and it was typically something I looked forward to every year. At its inception, it started a...

It had taken a good few days, a week at the most to get my boys used to eating pussy to my satisfaction, but once they had mastered it there was no stopping them. It’s hard to believe but my empty bed is no longer empty, in fact, it’s been upgraded to super king-size as we need the extra width. I haven’t even been bothered with dating at all and it took all my effort to stop my best friend, Daisy, from badgering me into u...