Clever May
I feel like I don’t have to want more, be more, accomplish more, or own more. I don’t have to prove how smart I am. I know I’m just pretty and sexy and happy, but I think maybe that’s enough. Let me tell you a story, and see if you agree. I woke up this morning with my beautiful husband’s left arm wrapped around me. I stirred when Bobby started squeezing my boobs. I’ve heard mean girls tell me that is just a man copping a feel, but he’s my husband. He gets to cop a feel any time he wants. I don’t even mind when he slaps my ass or squeezes my boobs in front of his friends. Why would I mind if he woke me up with his strong, loving hands? I know …