As I've made quite a few new friends on Facebook and other online spaces, the request to see my face often comes up-- not as much as requests for other parts of my body but certainly often enough.
Tonight, I looked at my husband across the dinner table and saw his tired eyes and face. I was so filled with love and admiration because everything he does is for us, his family.
My journey to polyamory in my married life began like most people who I’ve chatted with about it: my husband and I lost the intimacy and connection we used to have.
Hi friends! I wanted to share a quick description of the short story I'm working on, Passion’s Curse. Please let me know what you think!
I fall in love with him again and again in small moments that seem not to matter to anyone.