Overnight Stories

The Saturday morning kitchen smelled of coffee and hot buttered toast, the same breakfast we'd been sharing on a Saturday morning for years. My wife sat across from me, scrolling through her phone while she ate, her attention somewhere else entirely. It was always somewhere else. She had been arranging a weekend trip with her sister for some time, going off to indulge in a couple of shared passions of stately homes and an...

I met Sue, not her real name on this site. I'm not sure how we started chatting, it must have been in the chat rooms. What I do remember is worrying about whether it was worth taking a 2 hour trip. It must have been 15 years ago. I decided to make meeting her part of a bigger trip, and looked up things to do. I booked into the hotel and unpacked, making sure condoms were on the bedside, then took a shower. It was a couple...