I'm a published novelist (see Author Page on Amazon Kevin Baldeosingh) and have written many short stories. Extract below as requested (space limited by site box so unable to post full story)
She was not quite showing yet. She was a beautiful woman, olive-skinned and dark-eyed from the chinese in her, sensually lipped from her african blood. Hardly a night passed when, on coming home, he did not feel a sense of shock that this woman awaited him. When he walked down the street with her and saw all eyes turning, he felt pride in her, a richness of self, and his heart swelled with love. He didn’t mind that, although well-built, he was not even near her equal in appearance. She had chosen him, and that was his final reality. They had been married a year now.
In bed, after the movie, he turned to her in the darkness. He was still uncertain, hesitant, but he turned to her, because he could not sleep or know peace of mind until she had responded to him. She pressed her body to his, and a great relief, as overwhelming as an unlocked dam, rushed through him. They made love in slow urgency. He ran his hands over her body in new appreciation. She was firm and voluptuous. He kissed the soft roundness of her indented belly, where their baby was forming, and lingered with wonder. But she pulled him up to her heavier breasts, and he encircled her in his arms. He pressed his hard stomach against her round, naked belly, and felt great satisfaction.