Grabbing a Boob

Hold on. Let me explain myself… I will not be grabbing either of your boobs. (Proboobly. God, I’m funny.)

My wife an I have just celebrated 21 years of Holy Matrimony. And several more unholy ones.

I have, on occasion, had access to a boob. Or two. Over the years. Access. Two!

Goes with the territory, I suppose. We do have a couple of kids. Yeah, there’s that.

But. Snuggling up with an actual boob at 2am. (Double-D, but, I’m not counting.) Is beyond wonderful. Truly.

It just feels like home. Home.

(And, no, I don’t have Mommy issues.)

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