A question of changes....
I’ll be visiting my husband this weekend and in addition to feeling guilt for any gift or foofera he may do or have for my birthday, I am very apprehensive about what is in store for me. Our daily conversations have been getting hotter and more explicit as to what evil he would like to bestow upon me while I visit. It gets me off so well, but there is only so much I can take in a forty-eight hour period.
God, I want to marry him all over again and give myself to him in every way possible. I want to be the slave to my master in the truest sense. And I want to be held gently and loved and adored as only he can do. It’s what I love about our marriage.
The question came up yesterday that when I ‘get better’, will I still want our relationship this way? Without hesitation, I do.
God, I want to marry him all over again and give myself to him in every way possible. I want to be the slave to my master in the truest sense. And I want to be held gently and loved and adored as only he can do. It’s what I love about our marriage.
The question came up yesterday that when I ‘get better’, will I still want our relationship this way? Without hesitation, I do.