Sex(y) Selfie
“Where’s my phone?” I ask him as he lays atop me, post-orgasm (mine, of course). After fishing about under my left hip, he hands the blue-cased gadget to me. “Woops! … Read more »
“Where’s my phone?” I ask him as he lays atop me, post-orgasm (mine, of course). After fishing about under my left hip, he hands the blue-cased gadget to me. “Woops! … Read more »
(This is not an abnormal conversation starter in my household.) “Uhmmm…?” he replied. I raised my brow at this non-response. “Is this for your blog?” he asks. (Astute, he is.)… Read more »
I’ve often been known to say things like, “We need to get Wally a llama,” and “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a long-necked sheep?” I have even, on occasion,… Read more »
We play Draw, colorful double-six markers lined up and T-split over the white tablecloth. “Domino!” I call, and he adds his points. “Domino!” again. And again. And again. I am… Read more »