Where there’s smoke…
The man cannot be trusted. I love him to death, so I hate to have to say such a not-fabulous thing about him. But it’s true. He cannot be trusted…. Read more »
Category: Mi Esposo Fabuloso
He is the only man I know who can say something semi-insulting and have it be a compliment.
Just having returned home from a tiring afternoon gig – for which I both dressed up and wore makeup – I make a beeline for my bedroom with the foremost… Read more »
Nonsense
There is, in BDSM guru-ism and Relationship Coaching and how-to-get-along-with-others psychology, much ado about communication. “COMMUNICATE!!!” shout The Experts™, in screaming red all-caps font. But sometimes communication is, quite literally,… Read more »
Flex
I love my husband’s body. It’s freckled and fair and lean and long and so.fucking.responsive. If asked, I’d be hard pressed to pick my favorite part of his form. But… Read more »