“Hey mum,” said Tobias, as he closed the door behind him. “Hey love. How was your shift?” “Oh, fine, fine. Listen, I’m going out tonight, OK?” Eliska froze. Could tonight be the night? “Oh, that sounds fun. Will you be late?” “I’ll be out a while, so I’ll keep quiet when I get back.” “OK, love.” Tobias bustled around his room, got dressed, and had dinner. As he did so, Eliska texted her best friend, Anna. “He’s going out...

"Then you stuff them up your froufrou." *laughter* "Marcia Davenport swears by Fairy Liquid. Squirt a little on your fingers. Original or Lemon Zest is best. Work it into a lather. Let it coat your fingers, tip to knuckle. Enjoy the sensation of all that slick slime running across your digits. Work it into a light froth, until your painted nails appear like shrouded rising suns peeking through a gauzy, cloud flecked sky....

Joy and I had a great marriage, or so I thought. Then, I overheard my wife of ten years, telling Angie, a neighbor and close confidant to my wife, that I had performance issues in the bedroom. I was both hurt and astonished at the revelation. I did a little self-evaluating and several days later, just when I was about to confront my wife, I was approached by Angie as I was out moving the lawn sprinkler around. I had a sec...

After the initial hookup with Angie, our hot little neighbor who was my wife’s best friend and confidant, I was eager to see what lay ahead for all of us. Several days went by after our initial hookup, which unbelievably, was secretly blessed by my wife, Joy as a way to fix my “bedroom issues”. Of course, I was not informed about the blessing from my wife; I simply overheard the set-up discussion by pure accident as I was...

You ever just wake up in the morning completely pissed off for no reason at all? Not like as soon as you wake up, you’re screaming at the world and throwing shit across the room. More to the tune of you’re just on edge like there is something below the surface, deep inside your brain that has just got you simmering. Yet you can’t give it a face or a reason, it’s just there. I mean the sun is shining, the birds are chirpin...

The Real Housewives of McKinney. I was asked a while back to write about the housewives of McKinney, Texas, an upscale bedroom community north of Dallas. I declined to write about the ladies, my close friends, out of fear that I might be discovered. I was assured that if I didn’t give their true names, no one would know. Still. I was hesitant to write anything because, you know, ladies talk. Then one of our group members...

The Real Housewives of McKinney. I was asked a while back to write about the housewives of McKinney, Texas, an upscale bedroom community north of Dallas. I declined to write about the ladies, my close friends, out of fear that I might be discovered. I was assured that if I didn’t give their true names, no one would know. Still. I was hesitant to write anything because, you know, ladies talk. Then one of our group members...

I was asked a while back to write about the housewives of McKinney, Texas, an upscale bedroom community north of Dallas. I declined to write about the ladies, my close friends, out of fear that I might be discovered. I was assured that if I didn’t give their true names, no one would know. Still. I was hesitant to write anything because, you know, ladies talk. Then one of our group members decided she would start chronicli...

I was asked a while back to write about the housewives of McKinney, Texas, an upscale bedroom community north of Dallas. I declined to write about the ladies, my close friends, out of fear that I might be discovered. I was assured that if I didn’t give their true names, no one would know. Still. I was hesitant to write anything because, you know, ladies talk. Then one of our group members decided she would start chronicli...

I was asked a while back to write about the housewives of McKinney, Texas, an upscale bedroom community north of Dallas. I declined to write about the ladies, my close friends, out of fear that I might be discovered. I was assured that if I didn’t give their true names, no one would know. Still. I was hesitant to write anything because, you know, ladies talk. Then one of our group members decided she would start chronicli...

I was asked a while back to write about the housewives of McKinney, Texas, an upscale bedroom community north of Dallas. I declined to write about the ladies, my close friends, out of fear that I might be discovered. I was assured that if I didn’t give their true names, no one would know. Still. I was hesitant to write anything because, you know, ladies talk. Then one of our group members decided she would start chronicli...