I kwon, sounds crazy. I've written it a dozen different ways. I want him, he wants me. We're married. Different people. We work togther, in a factory, so many ways I see myself with him. Make it rain, me at his door. Thin white blouse, black pleated skirt, knee high boots (black leather). Bondage straps, and have him spank me. I want to be taken, I'm sick of being in control. It's okay if it hurts, some. I can't seem to write what I feel.