No sleep for the wicked

I didn’t sleep.
I’m sure my Wife didn’t either.
Come morning, when my alarm sounded, I turned it off. Not Snooze.
I hid under the duvet, behind a closed bedroom door, with the curtains drawn.
Footsteps on the stairs. A quiet knock on the door.
Her: Do you need me to do the school run?
Me: No.
Her: I can stay of you want?
Me: No. I’ll do it.
Her: Is there anything I can do?
Me: I have no idea.
Her: Probably lots I should have done years ago.
Me: Does that mean

More evidence

My Wife kept resting a hand provocatively on my thigh or arm, or trying to massage my shoulders. I kept pushing Her advances away. I didn’t care how many sweet nothings, or indeed sweet somethings She whispered in my ear, I didn’t want to fuck Her. I broke the news that I have

Not where I belong

We were sat in a park. It was warm and sunny and all was right with the world. I was with friends – mostly a little younger than me. A friend of a friend was sat next to me. She was pretty. Undeniably so. She was chatty and interesting and interested. Her white

Not Her

Long blond hair cascaded over her shoulders like an advert for conditioner.
A touch of mascara and subtle shade of lipstick highlighted a smile that sang of a genuine love of life.
The scalloped hem of her orange floral blouse wafted, butterfly like, milimeters below her tits (which were

Not the best start

How we got talking about fetish clubs I’ll never know. Some time in the past, it must be around a decade ago, I recall there was a hint of a conversation, by way of a sheepish mention of TG, and before that even, at the party when my Wife and I first got together, when

One of life’s great mysteries

About 4:30am I wake with a hard on.
Standard operating procedure.
I’d been dreaming about sex.
Still nothing unusual.
The dream had been about

Wake up call

When I woke, She was knelt over me, straddling my head, pinning me to the bed.
She ground Her