First I would like to thank all those who read my blog; it is very encouraging to see the number of those who read.   Special thanks to those who sent messages asking me to write more and those who asked if hubby and I are back in good terms.  We are. 

The thing is the past two weeks were pretty uneventful, well they were, but full of events that are not of the sort that one might want to hear about in a forum such as this one.  Come to think of it, the sexiest part of my life is being a wife to my dear husband.  The rest of my time is taken by making home, career, seeing to our kids, shopping and other mundane stuff.  Yet sometimes there can be a sexy side to things that seem so ordinary. 

My hubby tells me I have an obsession for shoes, though I think he himself has a fetish for women wearing high heel shoes.  After we made up from last week's misunderstanding, I took him shopping for shoes (which he absolutely hates) and hinted at buying stilettos by showing him a pair of red ones with four-inch heels.  He said no, but was not indifferent as he usually is.  Instead, he picked another pair for me, a black open-toe stiletto with ankle straps saying that that would look better on me. 

He sat right across me and I could almost feel him ogle at my legs when I put one on.  Then, as if unable restrain himself, he walked over picked up the other one and put in on me, gently strapping it on around my ankle, then lightly rubbing the back of my leg with his palm as he stood up.  He smiled as I walked around to view myself on the shop's mirrors.  Wow, I thought to myself, hubby could have the same thing with high heels as that guy I had a chat with in this site!

I liked his choice but I find it very difficult to wear to be totally honest-- bought it anyway to see what magic it will bring to hubby and me.