Unexpected Honeymoon Surprise

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I want to make something clear from the beginning: I love my husband. We’ve been married for six months, and it is a daily dream. I knew it was going to be like this. My heart told me he was the one. However, my intuition also told me that he was a little bit more vanilla than I wanted. He’s unimaginative, old-fashioned, square… And that’s the nice way to put it. That’s why, when the unexpected honeymoon surprise we experienced fixed the problem, I couldn’t help but think that the universe was conspiring in our favor.

We had chosen the Bahamas. That is, I had chosen the Bahamas. I wanted him to see me in this sexy bikini after weeks of toning my body at the gym. I wanted to inspire him to just jump on me and do the things a newlywed man is expected to do, instead of being… well… the monotonous robot he tends to be in the bedroom.

It didn’t work. We had the beach, the sun, and the drinks, and I still spent the night trying not to yawn while he was doing his business.

Then, on our third night at the hotel, there was a Shibari exhibition. I don’t know exactly what it was. The sexiness of the rope patterns, the submission, the silent tension—you name it. All I know is that we barely made it to the end of the show. After that, we literally ran to the bedroom, and the robot turned into a tiger.

I don’t wanna go into detail. All I’ll say is that two days later, I emerged from that hotel room hungry and totally satisfied. Not bad for an unexpected honeymoon surprise.

Some men like to watch dirty movies. Mine likes to watch Shibari. And if that’s the price for having what I get, I’ll go for it.

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