Belted Behind the Bunk Beds

So last night was quite the spectacle at our military base quarters. My husband decided it was a good idea to get kinky and play out some rather... mature scenes with me. I’ll spare you the gory details, but let’s just say there were some loud noises coming from behind the bunk beds around midnight that had everyone in the barracks curious. The whole situation felt like something out of an adult film, complete with the props strewn about and whispered commands that echoed through our tiny space. Mind you, this isn’t new for us; we've explored these aspects of our relationship quite a bit over the years. But somehow, when it happens at home base, it always feels a little more dramatic. So here’s to hoping I didn't have an audience last night, though I suspect there might be some amused faces around the morning coffee table today.