That First Night in Bed: Opening Up to My Husband’s Dirty Fantasies
That Friday night in early February. Warm under the covers. Tablet glowing, diamonds cascading. Heart steady at first. Husband beside me, fumbling on his tiny laptop. His big fingers clumsy. Then his hand slips under the blanket. Caressing my curves. I’m not slim, plenty to grab. Pulse quickens a bit. I sigh, fail the game…