Taking charge Stories

As Kat wrestled with the awning for her stall, she cursed how exposed her allocated space was in the square. Packing up was supposed to be the easy part, but the wind that had appeared out of nowhere made everything a struggle. Mark walked across the square toward Kat's pitch. As he did so, a sudden gust lifted Kat's awning into the air, and it was halted when it made contact with Mark in a glancing, but thankfully harmle...

That wasn’t the last time that we had sex; far from it. If Allison felt the need, she would initiate, and I usually responded positively. If I felt the need, she never turned me down, no matter how tired she was. I was never cruel with her, always making sure that her body was ready with my fingers before we began, and she usually came at least once. But I used a condom every time, and we rarely fucked facing each other a...

Neither of us spoke at first; I was too stunned, and she too ashamed. Finally, I asked in a raspy voice, “Why?” Her gaze remained steadfastly away from mine. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Luke. I… He was dying. And I was so… the depression, it was crushing me. I couldn’t be home with Julie. I couldn’t be home with you. And every time I was there, I felt… disconnected. I felt guilty for not being home, and then when I was home...