One Sunday evening I spoke to my husband of my hatred for Monday mornings.

I awoke on the morning after my bitching and found I had overslept and would be late for work. Just then my husband walked into the bedroom and said, “After today, Monday morning will have a whole new meaning.” He told me to call in sick, and I did.

Rich and I went downstairs and had a very nice, leisurely breakfast together. While we sipped coffee, he told me to close my eyes. He took my hands, led me to the backyard, and told me to stand still. My heart was beating wildly. What did he have planned?

He began to kiss my lips very tenderly, tracing their outline with his tongue. As the kiss deepened, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, probing this way and that. As he sucked on my tongue, my body started to get warm... Read More