Marge was sitting at the small table, looking out the window and wringing her hands together. Her eyes were moist; not full of tears, not yet, but right on the verge. When she heard me enter, though, the first one slid down her cheek. “Charlie, baby. We n...
I am sixty-eight years old. It is my second wedding night. I have not made love for decades. I lie on my back, naked. Trembling with anticipation. I watch my second husband undress. I saw him undress fifty years ago. He was my first, and now he will be my...
Tricia now aged sixty-four had a very sensuous marriage that involved her and her hubby role-playing to heighten their sexual pleasure but as her husband's virility declined, she started having affairs with young men and she loved it. Now quite still attr...
Standing on the cliff edge early on that spring morn He watched the sun rise over the rim of the world, Painting the cliffs golden in the clear light of dawn. How he envied the sea birds who with wings unfurled Left their craggy roosts to soar up into the...
It’s on summer nights such as this That I remember so clearly; Sitting in my chair in silence As the daylight fades from the sky And the soft air folds about me Like a soothing blanket of peace. It’s on gentle nights such as this That I remember so clea...
