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23 June

OK, tonight’s the night It really is It has to be

I’ve lost count of the nuht the subject up

I’ve rehearsed the words seventy-three tis on to my suspenders or even just lain spraith his head in uely sexy on TV

I always start with soirl’, just to see what he ht say to that But he always says, ‘Just the way I like you, love,’ and there we are, taking the vanilla fork in the road again, while he reaches for another handful of popcorn and pats h absent-mindedly

Thisbut I should stress that I’m not unhappy with our sex life, and he can be prevailed upon for soht and we’re in the thick of things It’s always jokey and short-lived and self-conscious, though A couple of quick swats on the bum when I bend over for rear entry, for instance, because he likes the waymore, but he must think I’m just desperate for him, because he never repeats the move

Yeah, I know it’s ironic Co troubled teenagers about Yet, when it co my fantasies into words for my lovely husband, I’m useless

But tonight I’ the bull by the horns (Please provide your own rude joke) Could any night beanniversary And what’s your third wedding anniversary? Oh, yes – leather!

I’ve heard all the bawdy suggestions, thanks Catwoman outfit, check Strap-on, check Gimp mask, check None of these are what I had in h

I went to a little shop in town that specialised in leather goods It was surprisingly hard to find exactly what I wanted Everything was the wrong colour or giram buckles

What I wanted was a plain, old-fashioned man’s belt, tan leather with that authentic cowhide kind of look and feel S brass buckle And the weight had to be right I don’this trousers up either I ood thrashing with

I browsed dozens of the wrong kind, wrinkling ht, borderline plasticky I needed that good, deep leather aro from my nostrils to my clit

When I found it, I had to take a moment, look over my shoulder to

Oh, yes That was the one Right colour, right weight, right buckle, right feel, right smell This was the belt my husband could whip me with

I felt ridiculously coy taking it to the counter I had to keep telling myself that it’s perfectly usual for ato assued it and wrapped it and took my ht I deserved it too

By the time I left the shop, I was in a stew of arousal I walked to the car et knickers and nipples punching their way out ofand lay on the sofa, sniffing it, while I slipped my hands inside my knickers

I fantasised about Dan cohis unifore at the end of each shift in real life, and he strode over, snatched the belt off me and ordered me over the back of the sofa

‘What have I told you about that?’ he said sternly, pulling my knickers down to my knees ‘You don’t do it without me You don’t come when I’m not around Is that so hard to understand?’