The smoke swirled up into the air as the two women stood on the balcony of the penthouse, where the wake was being held. “He was quiet when he fucked you. Right to the end. And then he…” “Made a soft adorable moan in your ear, right when he came.” “Yeah.” “And sometimes, he drooled a little bit and his body shook.” “If he came hard, yeah. But always so quiet, I could barely hear him breathing or anything.” “Yes. I sometim...

As more time passed, I succeeded in convincing myself that I could remain oblivious to the nature of Oliver's work. I clung to the illusion that it was enough to be vaguely aware of the danger, even when I didn't fully understand the risk. But the events of a night in early October obliterated my illusion. Oliver had left earlier that evening, accompanied by Ted, Beckett, and several other members of his security team. I...

Escape. Life has gotten too unexpected, too hard. I need an escape. He died. He left me here alone. It wasn’t in the plan. He is dead. Days have passed, and my bed is now empty. It doesn't feel real. Escape. Standing next to his stupidly big truck at a gas station, I fill the tank with insanely priced gas. In the back seat sits a backpack with barely anything in it. My need to get out overwhelmed any rational thought. He’...

  The death of passion, cruel and sharp.  Back into my memories,  it’s terrifying.  The bitterness brings too much sorrow.  All my soul within me, punished.  The aching want within me, looking, Retreats to my memories, craving.  On that day my soul grew hungry, It threw its ghost against the grief.  While I pondered, smashed and shaken, Mind straying to my lusty affliction.  The ambrosial addiction aching, The wailing gri...

I knelt at my wife’s grave and laid a bouquet of her favorite flowers on it. It had been three years to the day since I laid her in it. Memories raced through my mind; our first date, our first kiss, our wedding, the birth of our daughter. On and on the memories went, until I once again faced the stark moment when it all ended. Injured in a car crash, Karen had died in the back of an ambulance before I even knew what had...

“I’m home darling,” said Eamon, walking in through their front door. Getting no reply, he walked through the house to the patio doors and looked down to the garden. “Oh shit!” he said to himself. His wife was walking up the steps toward him. She was stark naked and carrying her towel. She was making no attempt to cover up. He knew that whatever he said, he would be in trouble. “If this weather holds,” she said, as she dre...

"Ohh, it feels so nice," I gasp as Peter's fingers continue to work my clit, the pleasurable sensations pulsing through my pelvic muscles.  Suddenly he stops and a sweet little whimper escapes my mouth, making him smile.  "I didn't finish, Peter," I say, almost pleading.  "Shh, it's okay. I'm not done, Ms Gardner," he says. I clutch desperately at the bottom of my dress, the slick wetness between my thighs soaking through...

Dear Diary My name is Bethany Gardner and I am 55 years old. Exactly two months ago, my husband James died. We were married for 25 years and even though the worst days have passed, I still feel empty. I try to find solace in things I once enjoyed, like sitting in my beautiful big garden with a glass of white wine, reading his favourite books or spending time with my son, but nothing works. I have never felt so lonely. I f...

Their eyes met cross a crowded room,one was destined to be the other ones doomfor they're playing a game and one might get took'Cause the thief of hearts is an expert crookI know the game I've played once or twiceand all I've won is a heart cold as iceNow sarcasm hangs on my lips, eyes a glaretell me you love me, don't ask if I careI'm tired of games which no one can winand living a life where I can't possibly fit inI've...

It's times like this I feel powerless; it's not a feeling I'm accustomed to, and it's bewildering.When someone that you love is hurting, you want to fix it, make things better, put a band-aid on it or kiss it better. Sometimes it's just not possible.It fascinates me how closely women form friendships. I have my mates, I'd be gutted to lose any of them, but I can't quite get my head around how close they were and the effec...