This is a poem about a real couple. They were both in their 60's when she died of cancer and he committed suicide. It is not erotic in the sense that will make men hard and women wet. However, the language and situations are explicit and therefore I choose to publish it here. Be forewarned that this is not a fun poem.
An ending to One Slip by Patricia 51. If you haven't read it, do so. It is well worth your effort. A strong woman finds herself weak at a crucual time.
The final part of the "Rainy Day Rubdown" series. Tom walks in on his wife and her female lover. There are words, anger, angst and partings. Can some mistakes ever be corrected? Note: While there is sex in the story the primary story line concerns a couple dealing with infidelity.
She thought it was one of the best fucks of her life, even if it was in a men's room stall. Or maybe it was special because it was in a men's room stall. He thought she was crazy, but he never could tell her no.