It had been a long day at work. Meetings had been long and boring, figures hadn't added up and I was tired after drinking too much red wine the night before. My frustration cranked up another notch when my PA announced another hastily arranged meeting. Now driving home in my car I was cranky, trying to loosen my tie, which doubled as the collar that bound me to my desk.
Pulling into the driveway of our comfortable house I could see lights on inside and my desire grew. Julie and I had been having a rough time recently, my work was keeping me busy and I admitted to the marriage guidance counsellor that I was neglecting my partner's emotional needs through my commitment to work. I told her that at that moment in time I was too tired for sex and that it wasn't Julie not doing it for me but that I was exhausted. It irritated me that some middle aged woman who dressed in a bohemian style thought she could solve the problems of our relationship. Julie had cried a lot and I spent most of the sessions inspecting my polished shoes, still listening and feeling guilty about how I had made my partner feel. In the session last night Mrs Boho had suggested that we both make an effort, that I stop shrugging Julie away even if I was tired. That we didn't need to have full sex but to engage in a session of sensuous massage or just do little favours to make each other feel special.
As I walked through the door I could hear the stereo on, playing soft music and saw a flickering of candle-light from the living room at the back of the house. Placing my briefcase down and taking off my suit jacket which I hung up I followed the sound and walked into the lounge. Julie smiled up at me, looking genuinely delighted to see me arrive home and placed a welcome glass of red wine into my hand. I didn't want sensuous massage tonight. I was tense from my job and I knew what I wanted to relieve that tension.
Julie looked amazing, her freshly washed hair hung loosely in curls framing her pretty face which didn't need any make-up to make it attractive. Her robe was a plain white towelling one, but I knew that it was there to make what was underneath more tempting. Taking a long drink of the wine I pulled her close to me. Kissing her hard on the lips, my hands were in her hair, my tongue forced its way into her mouth and she responded with her own, searching my mouth, round my teeth and lips. "Oh man" I whispered, "I have missed this!"