In that One Breath

“Bend over.”

His voice is rough on the edges and I hear his deep breath as his hand reaches out and tries to gently push me over the kitchen counter.

In that one breath, I also hear his hope that I will push back.

Friday night, 6pm.

He is just home from work and a long week of meetings, negotiating, and haggling.

If you’d think he might be ready to relax you’d not be wrong.

But before he can relax, I know what he needs from me.

This is an excerpt from the short story Birthday Workout, found in

Fiery Hearts, A Sacred Hot Quickies collection of bedtime stories for adults.