My husband likes to play with stories. He likes to talk me through some idea he’s had about me being with someone else. He tells the story. I play. He watches. His imagination takes me to places I never dreamed of before I met him.
Only this year, we decided to move things up a little. To see what happens when someone else creates the stories. To experience how it feels when they’re not just stories any more. He gave me permission to play with someone else. One condition.
Whatever happens. Whoever I’m with. I tell him everything.Read previous articleRead next article