Last month Gary read an article in Maxim (he SAYS) that encourages couples to have “Naked Time.” Not sex, per se, or per whatever, just daily nudity. Maybe just a naked hug, maybe naked spoons, at times naked penetration. The focus is intimacy, not the sex.
This is a great improvement over the past few sexless years, so of course I’m very positive about naked time. Very excited. Gary’s excited too. He’s been scouting about the internet, finding new things to do, suggesting them to me, I call his bluff. Lots of fun.
Tonight during Naked Time I did something during sex I have never done before.
I broke wind.
I don’t know how it happened. It wasn’t on purpose. I tried not to, but he knocked it out of me. I’ve been having sex with this man for years (not counting the last few) and that’s never been a problem.
It squeaked out, and he rolled off me laughing. I tried to apologize, but the mood was shot. Poof! Gone.
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OK TMI TIME DO NO READ THE FOLLOWING AND THEN COMPLAIN THAT IT IS TMI:
Santa and I are totally bags of gas. We also have an active and varied sex life. Sometimes the 2 do not go together. Some time ago whilst in the throes of passion Santa passed a great big and completely unintentional fart. I said, “What happened honey, did I blow too hard?” There was some intermittent giggling but we did manage to finish the act.
Zayrina – Snort! Good pun. Thinking on your “feet” there.
I thought that happened to everybody. I mean, not every time, but you know, we’re just human. Sometimes. More than twice that I can specifically remember. It never killed the mood that I can recall.
Hmmm.
Tami – Gary is a delicate flower, a shy frightened deer.
Hattie – Are you saying Hmmm – to cover up a poot? You know, I should have thought of that. I could have moaned really loudly. Damn. I’ll remember that enxt time. Thanks, Hattie.