Beating Around The Bush
He is gripping the skin on my thighs — not hard enough to leave marks, but with enough pressure that it is not a ‘light’ touch. Left, right. Squeeze, squeeze…. Read more »
Tag: Husband
S{l}ick Schtick
We’re pulling into the driveway, and I — feeling better enough to be slightly feisty flirtatious — ask him: Do you wanna make out? He turns a very eager-looking face… Read more »
Row, Row, Row Your Boat
The text comes about two hours after he’s left out on his trawling excursion: Put these coordinates in your GPS. Come get me. Oh shit. “Well,” I think to myself,… Read more »
Saturday Night Fever: Shower{ed} With Attention
It was the last day of our hot-weather getaway when it dawned on me that we hadn’t really taken any photos. “Smotchyyyyy!” I shouted from the shower after catching a… Read more »