Rubbing his shoulders, I leaned over him, my hair lightly stroking his face, then hubby actually spits my hair out of his mouth, not the right move for the romantic scenario I am trying to create, but I continue on. Then as I lean further over him, breasts gently caressing the back of his head, my chin grazes his forehead. Second faux pas: my dear husband says “I think you need a shave dear”. Well fuck! Now the mood is down the drain.
The benefits of being menopausal, I need to shave my chin. Gawd, getting old bites! My shaving now