The Usual Weekend

It could have been any other weekend for all I cared. It was Saturday night. I was home alone. My husband was out with “the guys” doing their usual thing. He had invited me to go along but as usual I said no, trying to hint to him I wanted to go out

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The movement of one another’s bodies seems to play off the other as we danced to the rhythm of the music that night on the dance floor. Fueled by too many drinks, we danced slowly and with purpose… to turn each other on. Our hips gyrated in circle