The sensation started low in her belly and continued to build until it shot into her pelvis and rocked her body in waves. She gasped and arched her back, her fingernails sinking into his back without either one realizing it. He followed her a moment later with a low sound from deep in his throatContinue reading “A Taste of Fiction…”
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Wednesday Night
The Real Housewives of…fill in the blank. They aren’t real. I’m real. I’m not a housewife per say, but rather a wife of 26 years. I want to preface this whole thing that I do love my husband. He is my best friend in the whole wide world. This, however, is where I’m at… I’mContinue reading “Wednesday Night”
E. E. Wildwood 