I needed to angry-fuck my ex out of my head, and any man in the cheapest bar in town would do. “Looking for a good time, sweetheart?” He was mid-thirties, with rough stubble and dead eyes. “More like a revenge fuck with someone who doesn’t ask questions.” My bare ass…

While I have breath, there is the opportunity to fight back — I don’t talk about my childhood. Or my exes. Sure, I give the highlights, the snippets that people can digest and accept. Anything that might challenge the myth my family built around love and support, is set aside. …

I want to absorb his pain — I can see the years of hurt in his eyes as I cup his face. He doesn’t need words of love from a stranger. He needs to feel love. He needs to feel that the world isn’t against him, even though many have already decreed his guilt. He doesn’t resist when my lips touch his, although it takes time for him to trust that the…

I take my vows seriously, but my husband insists I need more. — I sip my wine as my husband talked me through the website. Of course, there’s a website for cheating. “It’s not cheating,” he insists. “I just want you to have everything you need.” I swipe away photos that are uninspiring and bios that bore me. …

If we get caught he’ll lose his job. But when he leans over my desk, his job is irrelevant. And when he wants to see me after class, I know it’s not for study. His body is all man and his cock is fully formed, larger than the twenty-something’s I’m…

He’ll do anything to make me agree to his proposal — “I need you to be my wife.” The glass slipped out of my hand and the wine spray almost reached Luke as I choked. He just what? I dunked under the water in his outdoor jacuzzi, coming up for air only when it was a matter of life or death…

He’s too old for me. I’m just his babysitter. But he wants to change the rules and make me fake it. — “You’re back early,” I said as Luke came home from his date. Other than a smear of red lipstick along his collar, and mussed hair, he still looked like the sexy as fuck Billionaire Bachelor Of The Year the gossip rags had crowned him. …

He needs self-confidence to play his best game, and I’m the woman to give it to him. — One trial game into the football season and I could tell Beckham’s confidence was already shot. I watched him second guess each pass, and saw his shoulders slump when his failed tackle resulted in a winning try. But when his coach dropped him to the interchange bench, I knew my…

As I sit in the back stalls, he can’t see me. But I’ve never forgotten him. — Of all the sexy theatre actors on the stage, he shines. He makes me believe every line as readily as I once believed in his love. He loved me, no. He loved me not. He’d wait for me. No. He couldn’t even wait one month. I’d come home. Missing him…