Originally published on Call of the Quean
Dear Hot Husband:
In some contexts, you’re shyer than in others. It’s always a precious thing to see because it’s so out of character. I know it comes from a place of love and fear; a disconnect in believing whether I really want the thing or not: the “thing” being the sexual context we are putting ourselves into.
Sometimes you perceive hints of resistance, even when I’m saying yes aloud. I appreciate this about you, but also want to ease your mind:
I trust you. I trust us. More importantly, I trust myself. Now that we’ve navigated this journey for over 5 years, it seems I have come to know myself and am confident in honoring that person. As I type that, I’m reminded of our latest visit to Club Absolu.
We hired a driver. We were dropped at the gates, escorted into the club by the hospitable security guards. We gave our coats — revealing our risqué outfits beneath — and headed to the bar.
You always stay so close to me, understanding my past and the fear that I carry around due to old traumas. It was a cool evening, but your proximity kept me warm.
We knew the evening was both a date and an experiment. It’d been sometime since our last Sexy Travel, and I’d been working hard…
