Frigid. That’s what the son-of-a-bitch had left me with. You’re too frigid for me. You lack enthusiasm in the bedroom. You’re too formal about everything. It has to be your way…it has to be just so… I can’t take it anymore. And then he got up from the table, leaving a perfectly good, still steaming,…
In the middle of the night, I awoke to His arms searching me out and His words, softly whispered under His breath, as if He wasn’t really awake or didn’t think I would hear: I need you… His hands caressed me, mapped the valleys and hills. I looked at the clock. 2:00 a.m. And though…
We didn’t have our Sunday “Marriage Talk” yesterday, but I didn’t remember until I was getting ready for bed. I brought it up while I was brushing my teeth and asked if He there was anything He wanted to talk about it. He said it was late, and that things could wait until next Sunday.…
Yet another weekend of little “moving in” projects. Seems like it was just Friday and now I am back to work in the morning. And I had such high hopes for our sex life this weekend. Friday night, I went to bed early – even though I’d been rather horny earlier in the day. Since…
“How do I know what I think until I see what I say?” -E.M. Forster I write for a lot of reasons. Mainly to unload my own shit, dig through it, and make sense of my thoughts. To problem-solve. To rant. To worry myself to a conclusion. But, on this blog, there is the added…
