Compersion stories from adult women who feel joy, not jealousy, when a partner is with someone else. The journals explore open relationships, honest calendars, and the pleasure of watching a lover be wanted.
The third plate was already on the table when I came in. Eli had roasted a chicken. James had brought bread and left it at that, because we wanted clear…
Three cups, and none of us in a hurry. The chairs were pulled out already, sunlight on the rims, my navy cardigan buttoned once and uselessly. Pete had poured for…
The wind on the bluff had grit in it, and I held the camera against my chest while Eli pinned the tripod with his boot. James stood downslope, hands in…
I turned the draft face down and left my hand on the paper a second longer than I needed. Morning was bright on the kitchen table. Pete was already up,…
