She stalked over with a look on her face that said I was in trouble. She stood with her hands on her hips and eyed me up. She moved closer, closer than was comfortable. “Show it to me,” she said.
I love sex, but I’ve always been a little shy talking about it. Even with boyfriends. I’m too shy to even ask for what I want.
You think you know someone, you’re with them for years, but you’ll find they can always surprise you. Take my wife, for instance.
Sometimes I like making love. Sometimes I love it. To be held and kissed, and gently and slowly screwed to climax is divine. Sometimes there’s music and candles, and all that jazz.
Whenever my wife feels like I’m asking for too much, she turns to me and asks if I want honey in the bum too?
I was staring at an empty wine bottle and thinking about how I really needed to get to bed when it happened.