It was a long week at the office for me. Each night, I came home in a bad mood, a product of managing an array of high potential but moody employees in my company. I have a great deal of power to make important decisions each business day. At night, though, I like to be put in my place. Although my job requires me to be in control all day, I welcome the change of pace at night when I go back to my husband.
I exited the shower wearing nothing but a towel around my head and walked toward him lying in our bed.
“Sex?” I asked.
“Do you think you deserve sex?” He replied.
“Please can we have sex?”
I was now standing next to him naked and looking down on him in bed. Small drops of water remained scattered across my perky chest.
“Turn around and bend over,” He directed me.