Dave was used to her cancelling plans at this point, and didn’t bat an eye when she told him she needed to stay in. When she climbed in the tub Dave was busy ordering take out and, based on the sounds coming through the bathroom door Abigail assumed he was cleaning up the house. Enough crying, Abigail thought. She had a night alone with her husband, and she was going to enjoy it. This disease may have stolen her energy, her stamina, and much of her youth, but it hasn’t destroyed her completely.
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Photo by olezzo on Adobe Stock I’ve carried the shame I felt as a young person about my romantic and sexual urges for women around for too long.…
My husband embraces every part of my sexuality. I love sex; every part of it; every type. I love slow, passionate, deep-kissing lovemaking, and I love grabbing, screaming, panting, down and dirty freak-sessions. I am a sexual being. I enjoy dressing as a sexy-professional and hiding scandalous lingerie under my pencil skirts.
