It was a dark and stormy night...
It was a dark and stormy night… I was stretched out on the couch, watching but not quite engaging in one of those tv shows that comes thirteen on a dozen about a number of young people of nondescript age and with canned laughter to let you know when it was supposed to be funny. I had half a glass of Rioja left on the side table and took a sip every now and then. My attention had long ago started to drift away from what was happening on the screen and at the moment I was casually running my left hand over my chest, taking turns stroking my breasts. Not really in a sexual manner, but rather because it just felt good. My husband had already gone to bed and I was considering doing the same - and that’s when a loud crash made me jump… and the lights went out. The only light came from the open fire over in the corner and I could hear my husband shuffling out of bed upstairs and making his way down the creaky stairs. I met him in the doorway and we looked at each other in the dim light of the...