30-something woman Stories

Greta Scarborough awakened that Monday morning with a steely resolve. She’d gone unfucked that weekend for what seemed the umpteenth time. Her husband Ned was a good man, and healthy. He just seemed disinterested. “I’m tired of flouncing around the house half-naked and getting no response. I’m too young for this shit.” Greta groused. She was, in fact, scheduled to be forty years old on her next birthday. Greta was determi...

Two days earlier, thirty-five-year-old Chris Rose had dialled a phone number that he believed to belong to a woman named Susan, a number that a mutual friend had given him with a view to Chris and Susan meeting on a blind date. As it turned out, Chris had got one digit wrong in the number that he had written down and dialled, and right now he was delighted that he had done. The number he wrote down and dialled actually be...

"Hello?" said thirty-nine-year-old Donna Braithwaite, as she answered her landline phone to a number that she did not recognise. "Hello, is that Susan?" said the male voice on the other end. "No, sorry, I think you have the wrong number," said Donna. "Oh, that is a shame, you sound so nice," said the man. "Ha, thank you, but I expect Susan sounds nice too," said Donna, who was single. "I wouldn't know, I was given her num...