Switching It Up I think there’s a little bit of Switch in all of us.In public, my husband and

Switching It Up

I think there’s a little bit of Switch in all of us.

In public, my husband and I are an ordinary married couple.  Our friends have no idea how kinky we are.   If you asked them to be honest, they would probably call us “boring” (in a nice way).

My husband is bigger than me, stronger than me, so wise and so calm, it’s almost spooky.  Where I’m an emotional basket-case, he is the epitome of “strong, silent type.”  Okay… maybe not “silent” – but there is a quiet confidence inside him – an invisible power behind his every move and thought.  Most people don’t see it… but I do.

Mind and body together, my husband is the strongest person I’ve ever known.

Which is why I find it so incredibly, body-quakingly, heart-meltingly sexy when I utterly dominate him in the bedroom.  His surrender to me is the single greatest gift I’ve ever received, because I know it can only be given – never taken.

I cherish his submission.  His willing body is a jewel – gifted, in secret, to me – and I make sure to wear it every day, even if only for a moment.  I wear it in the bedroom.  In the shower.  In the kitchen.  On the sofa.  Sometimes I unwrap it for a while in the car, during long road trips, just to feel it in my hands – to remind myself it’s mine, and smile with contentment…

But every now and then – on rare days – I loan him my jewel.  I submit.  I let him dominate me, just for a little while.  Just for tonight.  I am still me.  He is still he.  Our roles simply switch.

He takes me with his same quiet strength – the same sexy confidence that makes me love him every day.  And I melt in his hands…