Heather was dozing as she realized that Keith was standing next to her side of the bed, delivering her morning cup of tea. She wanted to pretend that she was still asleep and lie in for a few minutes more. But, not a hope as she felt Keith's lips brush her cheek, and then run a series of kisses angling towards her neck. She knew full well that he was heading to the tiny but very sensitive spot just behind her left ear.Smo...

My best friend that I've known since I was in kindergarten had finally tied the knot.  It wasn't a race or anything, but we all thought we’d be single in our late twenties.  It seemed fate had other plans for her.The reception itself wasn’t glamourous. The venue was in the town hall of Cripple Creek, Colorado, the town we’d all called home for our whole lives.  The church in which they were married was right down the road...

As we dance around the hall with the rest of the wedding guests I’m enjoying my husband’s hands on my waist bringing me closer to him. It's been months since we’ve danced together, and sadly, it's been even longer since we’ve been sexual with each other. The kids and our hectic lives have meant that we have both let that part out of lives fade. We’ve just become a boring married couple but tonight it’s more like we are te...

When guests had arrived at Matt and Linda's wedding they arrived up the long, sweeping gravel drive of a magnificent country mansion. Ancient oak trees lined the approach and as the road broadened to a gravel flat upon which horse-drawn carriages had trotted for centuries, the finest example of pre-Victorian country mansions came in to full view. What a place for a wedding.The spectacular venue made it even more surprisin...

I went to a friend's wedding Saturday. It wasn't like I truly wanted to spend a perfect Saturday in skirt and heels -- especially in a dress and heels that I neither selected, or liked. At all.But when a friend asks a woman to be her matron of honor, it's like being asked to be a pallbearer. There is no escape an etiquette book writer would approve of. So I went. And I word that damned strapless dress that clung to my sto...