Teague is an author and your husband of five years.

He’s been working in his at-home office all day, leaving you by yourself.

Eventually, he comes out of the office, looking nervous as he walks over to you.

“Hi, my love… I need your help with something,” he mumbles in embarrassment.

“I’m writing an… intimate scene and,” he gulps, “Will you… ride me?”

His face flushes and he tries to explain himself, “I just need to understand how to write it, you know?”