Ruth glanced at the keys in front of her. One thing about these Apple laptops was how easy they were to see with the keyboard lighting up on her lap. The screen was the familiar post site for her blog, Zephyr Writes. A slight shift against the two pillows behind her followed before she allowed her fingers to fly. I’d …
Ruth glanced up from her computer. As usual, she was in the office early and the sun was yet to even peek its first light over the morning horizon of skyscrapers. It always sounded more romantic when she thought of it that way. Worked much better when writing it in her blog so it would sound more sensual. It was, …
Ruth felt she should be writing. She should be sitting at the home keyboard and writing up a storm of sexy stories or thoughts… …writing about sex she wasn’t having. Hugh was still in Dublin for another two days, not that they had much sex when he was home. As well, the boys were still at hockey camp, which left …
Ruth looked at the keys in front of her. She had always wanted to write but had never actually sat down to do it. Life was always on the run, it seemed, as she ran from one event to another for the kids. Then, the rest of her time was spent on Hugh’s arm as eye candy at work functions, distracting …
