love in marriage – Page 4

The Best… Pussy

I tore my clothes off last night and pranced across the room to my side of the bed. My husband lowered his phone and watched with anticipation his eyes aglow. I think even a whistle fell from his lips.

When I reached the bed, he was already folding the cover down inviting me to join him in the cozy comforts of our well-worn love nest. I jumped in and on him planting kisses like a happy girl. He smelled like a clean man and his arms felt solid as he wrapped them around me and squeezed. Like puzzle pieces, we fit together so well, so perfectly. But my feet, they were cold like ice and he pushed them away.

Being One with Mr. Right

It was date night last night. We drank and talked in our bedroom before dressing and heading out for dinner. Half naked, I reclined on my vintage white velvet sofa with red wine in my hand, and he relaxed in the matching wing chair sipping coke and whiskey. It had been quite an eventful day.

I laughed and laughed as he told me stories about each of the characters he ran into at the DMV. One of our sons was getting his driver’s license, so they chose Friday afternoon to take the test. It took three hours for their number to be called which left them people watching to kill time.

Puzzle Piece Position

I’m afraid, dear reader, that this blog is getting boring. Why? Because the passion and dissonance of our married, the very elements that make tango a romantic dance, are simmering into a beautiful, comfortable loving pie around here.

Yesterday was the second day we missed having some sort of sexual intercourse in January. And like the first time, it happened not on a day of aggravation or distance, but on a day of connection and warmth and true love between us.