Surrender

“Do you surrender?” she screamed

I shook my head. I could not say a word, she was sitting on top of me, straddling me, wearing hardly a stitch, I was powerless. Was it always going to be like this?

Maggie and I had been married two years. We loved each other dearly, had a fantastic wedding, a beautiful day with lots of guests, and then we settled down to a normal married life. So I thought.

After about a year, Maggie lost her job at the travel agency. Times were tough what with the mortgage and the cost of travelling to the city, and needing all those little things that go to building a home for ourselves let alone trying to save up for holidays.

Maggie however was resourceful and took to writing articles and submitting them to various journals and even had her blog on the net. But her real break came when she started to write stories about women taking a dominant role in their lives…Chick Lit. She even made a little money out of it. But every situation every scenario had to be put to the test…on me.

Curiously enough I was always surprised by the set up. After a hard days work, a boring trip home and then entering a cold and empty house when I was expecting a warm fire and a home cooked meal was a disappointment. However being set upon by a screaming banshee, knocked down and pinned to the floor for the sake of testing her latest work of fiction was a little daunting. It had its reward of course, seeing her wild but beautiful face, a glimpse of an exposed breast, the squeeze of her thighs, and then her smile of satisfaction with: “Well that worked out well” to indicate her approval of what she had written was feasible did us both a world of good.

I had already made it a condition of these outbursts to reap a little reward if you know what I mean. But we also went out for a meal as well on those nights to celebrate twice as it were and then acted normally by going to bed afterwards. Sorry my maths is bad, that is three treats isn’t it?