Just when I thought the whole Camden thing and my marriage would blow up in my face the miracle happened. I need to dwell on that miracle more often. To remember it in awe when I think about it. To continue to hold it up as a beacon of hope for anybody "trapped" in a marriage in which the passion has become a dying ember. Things can change. Love can be reborn. Passion can be rekindled into a conflagration.
At the ultimate center of my being I am both uncurable romantic and sexaholic. I have it all in having Dee as my wife. She is supremely lovable and loving, and she is smoking hot and receptive to just about anything pleasurable that floats my boat. My miracle!
Dee kicked up her heels for a sound