No longer concerned about her husband’s lack of desire, Rebecca drifted off to a peaceful sleep. But lately, she was starting to feel his lack of interest a bit more keenly. Usually in the morning when Rebecca was still too sleepy to want much. “Okay,” she responded. Why not? She had ordered some lingerie a few weeks ago, and she had found the package on the front porch when she got home from work today. “Thank you. It didn’t feel right to perform a dark ritual while wearing white cotton. “Might be a late night tonight. She thought she’d surprise Steven when he got home. All good,” Rebecca heard him mumble from the other room. She could hear him talking on the phone about the latest work crisis. I call to you. More and more nights, she’d wake up wet and aroused, hoping that Steven would notice her squirming beside him and become overwhelmed by the mere thought of his wife aching for him. She scooped her materials into a small glass bowl and snuck past Steven’s
