It’s been 19 years🫶🏼full of adventures, laughs, fights that ended in kisses, and slow-danced nights in the kitchen with the kids giggling in the background. We’ve seen each other through every phase of life, but nothing😜nothing🤭had prepared me for this.

But now… here I am. Injured. Shoulder in a sling. Two weeks of enforced stillness. I couldn’t even pour my own coffee. Helpless, but not hopeless😎because you were there. And suddenly, 19 years together felt like we’d just found a new way to set ourselves on fire.

You grinned that filthy grin as you helped me change, brushing deliberately against my bare chest. Babe you can’t lift your arm? you murmured, lips ghosting over my ear saying guess I’ll have to do everything for you.

And oh… you did.

In the shower, you washed my hair like it was foreplay—your fingers massaging deep, your body pressed against mine, your breath hot on my neck. You let the water run over us while your hands wandered to places they had no business being if this was just care.

You towel-dried my hair slowly, then sat me down. Meals were torture. You fed me spoonful by spoonful, your eyes locked on mine. Sometimes the spoon carried food… sometimes your fingers slid something sweet between my lips, lingering just inside until I sucked them clean. Good girl, you whispered once, low enough to make me shiver.

Even on my period, you didn’t hold back. You warmed my hot water bottle, slid your hand up my thigh, and grinned. Pain relief and pleasure go together, babe. Then you proved it😘slow at first, careful, but building until I was panting, unable to touch you back, my free hand gripping the sheets while you didn’t let up until I was shaking.

That evening, you had it all planned😎meeting with someone to see two extra hands on me, it was hot actually first spa with two guys sitting each side of me🤭let’s just say those two extra hands did come in handy, drinks, naughtier talks😉 You whispered in my ear, he laughed low in my other, and before I knew it, I wasn’t sure which of you was teasing me more🤭but I was definitely enjoying being the centre of attention🔥after coming home that night you took your time. Straddling me, undressing yourself while I just lay there, unable to move, watching every inch of you come into view. You touched me everywhere I couldn’t reach, teasing until I begged, then giving me exactly what I wanted, over and over.

I’ve waited 19 years for the chance to have you like this, you murmured, your voice rough. Baby you are completely at my mercy. Mine to care for. Mine to devour.

🫶🏼And you did🫶🏼

All night.

Until my body ached from something much better than the sling.

Who would’ve thought an injury would unlock the dirtiest, most intoxicating chapter of our love story yet?

Nineteen years… and you still make me feel like I’m your brand-new obsession.

Even if it takes me being broken to get there😉