Ode to My Husband’s Driving

Don’t worry, my darling. I haven’t yet shit. Despite all the cars you’ve just nearly hit However, my hand holds the handle so tight… My skin has gone pale, and my eyes are shut tight.  I shake and I shiver. I gasp and I moan. It might sound more sexy,  if we were at home.Continue reading “Ode to My Husband’s Driving”