I feel so lonely each time my husband leaves me home alone. We’ve been married seven years, but we don’t have kids yet. He says we’re not ready for them, and I respect that. But sometimes the loneliness I feel at home is too much I kind of almost blame him. But I strive not to, because, well, simply because I love him. On the other hand it’s not such a bad thing, too, not having kids. I get his full, undivided love and attention when we’re together. Which I miss more and more these past few weeks.
Lately, work has taken more of his time that we oftentimes pass up on our recreations. We’ve skipped a few late night drives downtown, missed a couple of movie dates, slept right through perfectly cool nights… It’s really frustrating and I don’t want it to go on like this.
Maybe all my husband needs is some wake-up call, a reminder that his lonely housewife still exists and she misses him terribly. What I would give to have at least one day simply cuddling with him all over our now-huge bed. Of course anything more than that would be absolutely fantastic too! I miss my husband’s warm touch against my soft skin… his passionate kisses all over my body… his intense eyes while we make love…
Good thing it’s gonna be a long weekend next—and his work schedule is still blank. I’ll plan those days to be our “reunion” dates of sorts. We won’t leave the house, so he can relax all the time… I’ll cook him his favorite dishes, wear very nice and even very sexy clothes for him… Then we’ll have the chance to spend perfect moments together, even if just for a few days. We’ll talk, touch… cuddle… I will be his nice-but-naughty wife, and I will definitely give him a couple more reasons to plan more of such dates with me himself in the coming days. But for now, I guess I just have to content myself with just fantasizing about his perfect eyes and hot, wet kisses…
— Karmen
