Big girls, small girls. Short girls, tall girls. Thin girls, fat girls. Old girls, brat girls. What’s the difference? Who cares what they look like, just as long as they cook right! What a load of rubbish! All women are not ‘girls’, and all women are not the same. There are only two things that
This is not a story about a normal Friday. I am a practical woman, world-wise, aware but not alarmed that I am single and approaching my mid-thirties. Marriage will probably happen for me one day. Children may or not. These aren’t concerns that drive my life. I’m sexually confident and secure with my own body,
The Company Christmas Party is always at Gutheries. We have dinner in one of the private rooms out back and then move to the bar to see which one of the guys is going to make a fool of himself. This year it was my husband. I saw him standing next to her and wondered
Norma Adams never wanted to cheat, and certainly never would have cheated with her husband’s father, who everyone called Gramps Adams, but the man gave her no choice. Rape might be the correct definition of what happened, but uncontested rape in Adams eyes is simply fucking, and a wife can’t charge her husband’s father or
“I love this drive,” said Marisa, staring out at the scenery passing by. “Me too,” added her husband, John. “Here’s the big bridge. Not much longer.” Marisa turned her attention from the blue water and the palm trees towards the famous seven mile bridge in the Florida Keys. Big Pine Key was their destination. It