I've just had a bath. All clean and smooth downstairs. Drank a bottle of wine so feeling pretty adventuras. Get into the bedroom and he is snoring away.
Considering it's taken me about 2 hours to get ready for some hanky panky compared to him being ready whenever wherever.
What is the point. I never told him what I wanted tonight, but surely he's a mind reader. Ungrateful bastard. Now what am I going to do with this smooth fanjo. Grrrrrr.