Let The Domino’s Fall
Your husband was so predictable. You asked him last week if he could cancel his poker game with his friends to go furniture shopping with you but as always he forgets little details like this. He promises to take you tomorrow and tries to be all lovey dovey by kissing your neck as he tries to cuddle with you from behind. All though you laugh you still fight away from his grasp to let him know that you’re serious about him having to start coming through on his promises. At this point your hopes of having sex on a new mattress tonight were out the window. You begin to pout as you think about laying on that creaky old box spring for another night. Your husband kisses your forehead and tells you that he will …