Juicy?
The night I stole borrowed purloined my husband’s Batman jammies, he teased me that he would be excited to put them on and wear them himself once I’d “gotten my juices all over them.”
I wasn’t feeling particularly ‘juicy’ when he made that comment, but after snuggling into the warmth of my bed and burrowing, tummy-curled into the mattress and therefore feeling warm and snuggly (you know that warmth is a thing for me now, right? whereas I used to run a constant inner temp of 3,794 degrees thanks to my PCOS, my peri-menopausal body is now a tundra… and my vagina is an igloo), other bits of me started to get warm too ifyouknowwhatImean, and I thought, “Why not give those bits a snuggle too?”
And so I ‘snuggled’ my lady bits. π
And y’know…
I am totally serious about heat being an issue. Like, specifically, it’s an issue sexual-interest wise when there is no heat (because cold skin does not a turned-on Feve make), but also like: When my outsides feel warm, my insides get hot.
So I stayed under my covers and put my hands to work under my borrowed Bat-pants and just let the heat — of the cozy-cuddled atmosphere, of the imaginative meanderings that spurred me on, of the friction of fingers frotting against plump flesh — pour through me.
Which resulted in a bit of ‘heat’ pouring (okay, not pouring — dripping? drizzling?) out of me.
Now, to be clear: I don’t squirt. (Though occasionally I’ve been known to squeesh.)
But when my body is stimulated _just_ right…
I *do* get a lil wet.
My husband knows this, of course.
So – remembering his ‘juicy’ remark of the night before and knowing my juices had indeed (surprise, surprise!) wetted the pajama fabric – when I peeled his Batman jammies off the following morning and tossed them his way with “I got them juicy for you,” he did what any sensible man would.
Meaning: He held them up to his face and inhaled.
Then he wore them on his head like a turban.
: laugh :
(Yes, we’re all kinds of sober and serious around here.)
SO.
Now I can add “juicing hubby’s jammies” to my list of accomplishments for 2020. (I put a tick box for said accomplishment right next to “surviving.”)
And hey! With a track record like that to fall back on, 2021 is sure to be… I dunno, squeegy(?) or… something.
(I’ll tell you all about it when I figure it out. π )
Meanwhile, I’m thinking that Juicy Couture ain’t got nothin’ on me. π
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That was awfully kind of you to do!! Happy New Year!
Oh yes, I am the soul of kindness. π
HAHAHA I knew he was going to sniff it and put it on his head. I think it’s a guy thing!
Loved this π
It must be ingrained in their DNA. π
Men are just … odd … sometimes.
But we love them. π
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Yes. Definitely odd. “Weirdo” has become a term of endearment. π
Haha it made me smile that he wore it on his head! We have our silly ways too π
Love the idea of Saturday Night Fever, and love it even more how well the name fits your blog. I will definitely be joining in, maybe not every Saturday, but I will participate.
~ Marie xox
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He makes me laugh. π
This was fun & funny – I think my OH would have reacted similarly.