Category: Stories

I remember the first time I felt something other than numb grief following the death of my mother. I was in bed with “Chris,” a guy I’d been dating casually, and he spanked me hard on the ass, without warning. The rush of pain and pleasure awakened something in me. I asked him to smack…

He’d chosen to not wear a condom, he told me. I stared at my husband – now ex – in shock. We were scheduled to leave later that day for Chicago, in the middle of a blustery winter, and suddenly this was happening. “This” was not him having sex with a woman outside our marriage;…