Why is he Suddenly so Keen to Build a Wine Cellar?
Newsletter & Prompt #2 | Sharing Love and Intimacy Below Stairs
“I’m thinking of building a wine cellar,” Robert announced.
I was gulping down my coffee, worrying that our daughter Shannon would be late for school and checking my laptop bag for my charging cable. I didn’t give the idea much thought.
“Sounds great,” I offered non-committally, before setting off for work.
Stuck in a bottleneck of traffic that occurred on my route into work, I began to wonder what Robert was up to. We hardly drink wine. I hoped he wasn’t planning to invite Judy and Nigel over for a boring night of wine and cheese.
When I got to work, I just had time to send him a questioning text “wine cellar?” before I was waylaid by Martha from HR.
When I next looked at my phone he’d texted his reply, “it’s code.”
“For?” I pressed send.
“Sex dungeon” the message came back, followed by emoticons of a snickering demon, a dancing woman, a splash, an egg plant, a peach and the clapping (I’ll bet he meant slapping) hands.
Instantly I felt flushed and giddy with excitement, my man knew how to make my panties dampen.
