Erotica by Neely B.
”The trip was his idea, of course, to celebrate our first full year of freedom from spouses we were both happy to shed. But being free doesn’t mean the same thing to both of us. To him, it’s sky-diving, back-country skiing, swimming with dolphins—the kinds of things he’d planned to do until his control-freak wife convinced him they were too dangerous for a responsible dad. He even started looking for a lover. I was happy to have the whole bed to myself, to never fake another orgasm, or try to lose the twelve pounds I’ve gained over the years. All I wanted was to come home from my HR job at the bank, have a nice meal, sit back and do what I’ve enjoyed most since childhood: curl up with a good book and a box of chocolate-covered caramels.
I headed around the side of the lodge, cursing Leon all the way.”
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