THAT is what the Mister said to me last night after giving me two orgasms.
True story.
(I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.)
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Laying back against the pillows, half asleep from work-day exhaustion and work-night (heh) exertion, my husband turned to me, and in a drowsy voice said, “I want a Mnum-Num.”
I want a Mnum-Num.
I know married people tend to speak their own universal (as in, a universe for two) language, but introducing me to new vocabulary during post-orgasmic midnight bliss is generally not the way our dual dictionary develops.
Unsure I’d heard him correctly, I sought clarification. “You want a Meow-Meow?”
“NO.” (Insert much-put-upon sigh here.) “I already played with your kitty.”
Hmmm…
