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She needed a rougher hand than her husband’s… Erik gets along great with his new neighbors, Jeremy and the beautiful Siobhan. They laugh together, have dinner together several times a week, and develop a fast friendship. But then Jeremy comes to Erik with a problem – Siobhan plays to all his kinks, but he can’t bring himself to play along with hers. Siobhan wants it rough. And she likes to play out scenarios that a good boy like Jeremy can’t bring himself to imagine. But Erik has a bad streak, and he can give Siobhan exactly what she needs. If her marriage is strong enough to survive it.
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Rory Black discovered his kinky side early in life. He loves sex and BDSM games, prefers dominance to submission, and believes that good sex means respecting your partner, no matter where a sex game may take you. All of this is reflected in his writing.
Some of Rory's stories are founded in his own experiences, but he won't admit which ones....
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Jerry wanted a divorce. He broke the news to me in his usual quiet way.
“We don’t have anything in common,” he stated.
My head was spinning with so many emotions: terror that I’d be out on the street or living in my car, hurt because I still loved him and I wanted our marriage to work, and wonder because I couldn’t understand why, after ten years of marriage, I’d had no idea this was coming. I began to cry.
“Don’t do that,” he said. “It’s no one’s fault. We’ve drifted apart. It’s no big deal.”
It might not have been a big deal to him, but it was a huge deal to me. Those few words would forever change our lives and that of our daughter, Heidi.
I waited for Jerry to move out of our house, but he never mentioned moving, nor did he suggest that I leave. He had moved into the guestroom, but when I broached the subject of one of us leaving our home, he merely shrugged and said, “All in good time.”
I wasn’t sure what to think, and as the months passed, we fell into an amicable friendship. Heidi was doing well in school, and I hoped that my husband was just going through a phase and that eventually he’d see that we were meant to be together.
During the second month of our strange living arrangement, I embarked on an extensive self-improvement program. Each week, I went to the library and checked out a stack of self-help books. I read everything from why I loved Jerry too much to the book about which planet he came from and why women don’t understand men.
I read diet books and exercise books and cookbooks. I trimmed the fat from my diet and worked out regularly. I even began attending a group for women like me who were having marital problems.
Jerry noticed. Oh, how he noticed. I was passing him in the hallway one evening, and all of a sudden, he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall.
“You’re lovely, Cora.” He kissed me slowly and deeply. “You’re more beautiful than the day we married.” He kissed me again.
I could feel his warm fingers on my breasts. I thought perhaps he’d come to his senses and finally realize what a rash and ridiculous idea a divorce was.
Just as suddenly as he’d reached for me, he pulled away and stammered, “I, uh, have to be somewhere.” He hurried out of the house so fast, I didn’t even have a chance to ask him where he was going.
Jerry avoided me for the next few days. I watched him come and go, and I wondered why he was being so mysterious. He still didn’t move out of the house, so I continued to hope that we could possibly save our marriage.
I was at the library, checking out another stack of self-help books, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
“I’m Drew Chandler,” my next-door neighbor said. “I was wondering if you had a little time to talk.”
“Sure.” I shoved my books into my bag. “What’s on your mind?”
“Let me buy you a cup of coffee.” He steered me toward the coffee bar across the street.
Drew wasn’t the handsomest man I’ve ever met, but I’d always liked him because he seemed very attentive the few times I’d spoken to him. I wondered if that was what his wife, Linda, found so appealing about him. With just his eyes, Drew could make a woman feel as if she was the only woman in the world.
Once we were settled at one of the cute little bistro tables, Drew seemed more interested in stirring his coffee than talking. I finally broke the ice by commenting that he seemed depressed.
“I was wondering what you planned to do about Linda and Jerry,” he finally blurted out.
I felt as if someone had punched me right in the stomach. Linda, of all people!
I caught my breath and asked slowly, “What do you think we should do?”
“They want to get married,” he sighed. “At least that’s her plan.” He wiped at his eyes, and I wondered if he was crying.
All the little shreds of information I’d collected for the past few months suddenly made sense. While I’d been thinking that Jerry was reluctant to leave the house because he didn’t really want a divorce, he was actually staying there because it provided easy access to Linda. He wasn’t just a lying cheat, he was cheap as well, not willing to spend the gas money to visit his girlfriend.
“I don’t see how we can stop them,” I said with more confidence than I felt. “I’ve been reading a lot of books about this type of thing, and if they are determined, there’s nothing we can do to stop them.”
Drew began to cry in earnest now, dabbing at his eyes and blowing his nose loudly in a napkin.
“I don’t know how she can do this to me!” he cried. “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, and I’m barely making it to work.”
“I know how you feel,” I told him. “I’ve been a wreck myself.”
“You seem pretty pulled together.” He sniffled.
“Oh.” I blushed. “I decided that, rather than feel sorry for myself, I’d get myself into good shape, mentally and physically.”
“You do look good, Cora. Jerry is a damn fool for letting you slip away.”
I smiled. “He doesn’t see it that way.” I sounded stronger than I felt. “He doesn’t want to acknowledge that he ever loved me. He just wants to move on.”
Drew reached across the table and patted my hand. He had nice hands, and his touch was warm and comforting.
“Cora, you have so much more insight than I do. I guess I’ve just been so caught up in the pain of this whole thing.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “I’m hurt and angry, but what can we do? These are two adults we’re talking about, and if we really love them, we have to allow them their freedom.”
“I’m trying. I’m envious of your ability to see things so clearly.”
I found myself recommending a whole list of books. Drew finally got up and said he was going back to the library.
“I need to do something,” he declared. “Otherwise, I’ll be completely crazy and do something rash.”
“No you won’t,” I assured him, giving him a quick hug. “You’re stronger than you think.”
I went home and spent the rest of the afternoon crying. How could Jerry have been so deceitful? How could Linda, who claimed to be my friend, become involved with my husband? I wanted to kill them both.
Then I’d think about Jerry lying in a coffin, and I’d begin to cry again. I didn’t want him dead, but I didn’t want him to be able to hurt me anymore, either. I was stuck in that awful place between love and hate, and I wasn’t sure which emotion would win.
When Heidi came home from school, I managed to pull myself together. “How would you like to go out to dinner?” I asked her.
“Sure! Are we going to get hamburgers?” she asked.
“If you want.” I smiled. “Let’s go to a nice restaurant though, not a fast-food place.”
I took her downtown to a modest family restaurant, and we lingered over dinner. Heidi’s cheerful chatter kept me from bursting into tears, and I found myself enjoying the evening. By the time we made our way to the car, I knew I didn’t need a man in my life. I certainly didn’t need a man like Jerry.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Heidi asked finally.
“I’m just tired,” I told her. “I’ll be okay after a good sleep.”
She yawned. “I guess I’m tired, too.”
We drove home in silence while I thought about what I’d do when I finally saw Jerry. Heidi looked out the window, and I wondered what she was thinking about.
“Where have you been?” Jerry came flying down the stairs toward the car. “I was ready to call the hospitals to see if something had happened to Heidi—”
“What do you mean why ?” He hugged Heidi before she pulled away and headed into the house. “I didn’t know where you were.” He sounded like a five-year-old.
“We went out to dinner.” I walked up the steps into the house.
Jerry followed at my heels. “You went out to dinner without me?”
“Why? I’m always home in time for dinner.”
“So I’ve noticed.” I hung my coat in the closet, then kicked off my shoes.
“I get it,” he said as if he’d just figured out next week’s winning lottery numbers. “You’re mad at me because I forgot something.” He scratched his head stupidly. “It’s not your birthday, and it’s not our anniversary.”
“I believe you forgot you had a wife and a family.” I hurried down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I locked the door, making sure to do it loudly enough that he’d know he would never be welcome in my room again.
Jerry was gone before I got up in the morning. I imagined him hurrying to Linda and hissing, “I think she knows about us.” Why would Linda care? Drew already knew all about the affair, so she’d have nothing to lose.
I dropped Heidi off at school, and then I began searching the Yellow Pages for a good attorney. I was too embarrassed and ashamed to ask anyone I knew for a lawyer referral.
I made six frustrating telephone calls before I found someone I felt I could talk to. Three of the first six made me feel as if I was a part of an assembly-line process, where they just shuffle standardized divorce papers across their desks.
This was one of the most difficult decisions I’d ever made, and I didn’t want the wrong lawyer to make it even harder. Jerry and I had a home and a child to consider, so I needed sound legal advice, not something a lawyer had repeated a thousand times.
The other three attorneys wanted to “nail him to the wall.” I didn’t want that, either. As hurt and angry as I was, I didn’t want to destroy the father of my child. He had a right to see Heidi, but I didn’t think he’d want full custody. Most of all, I didn’t want to set a bad example for my daughter by carrying on a long, drawn-out war with her father.
That afternoon, I went to see a kindly older man with white hair and blue eyes, who seemed to peer deep into my soul and see exactly what was important to me.
“The biggest mistake I see women make is rushing into a divorce,” he said. “Unfortunately, sometimes that’s the only thing you can do. I am very sorry you’re going through this right now.”
I took the tissue he offered and asked him what my rights were.
“Can you prove adultery?” he asked. “By that I mean, can you furnish some sort of proof that he’s actually seeing someone else?”
“I—I don’t know.” I sniffled. “Her husband said—”
“Unfortunately, that’s hearsay,” he told me. “In this state, you can divorce easily enough. But when it comes to division of property, custody of a child, and alimony, the judge will consider other factors. Proof of adultery can help you in those areas.”
“I don’t know how to get it,” I whispered. “I need your best legal advice.”
“I’m happy to give it.” He smiled kindly. “I want you to go home and do the best you can for your child. Don’t do anything else right now. You need time to get your emotions under control. Can you do something to keep yourself busy?”
“If we rush this, you could lose out on many things that could be beneficial to you and your child. If we take our time, we can make sure that this is what you need to do, as well as establish just what kind of parent and husband he is. That will save the courts a lot of time.
“It’s not the easiest way,” he assured me. “But it is the best way, because you truly do need time to think about what is important. I have one client who has divorced and remarried the same man three times. I charged her for the first two divorces, but this last one I did for free. I couldn’t believe someone could be that wishy-washy about a relationship.”
He stood up
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