I think you need a shave dear


Rubbing his shoulders, I leaned over him, my hair lightly stroking his face, then hubby actually spits my hair out of his mouth, not the right move for the romantic scenario I am trying to create, but I continue on. Then as I lean further over him, breasts gently caressing the back of his head, my chin grazes his forehead. Second faux pas: my dear husband says “I think you need a shave dear”. Well fuck! Now the mood is down the drain.

The benefits of being menopausal, I need to shave my chin. Gawd, getting old bites! My shaving now leads to a discussion of electrolysis. It has been decided that I will look into it so he never has to repeat those words “I think you need a shave dear”.

End note: the mood I was creating did not lead to anything at all. 🙁