I am going to write an entire post about SEX! Last chance to stop reading...Fine here ya go!
First of all I have to explain a bit about the color scheme of my sex life. There is a joke that goes something like this: What does a mans mistress say after sex? Can I see you again? What does a mans girlfriend say after sex? When am I going to see you again? What does a mans wife say after sex? Beige, I think I want to paint the ceiling beige.
After a long conversation with a few of my friends while in a relationship with Pornstache it was determined that I was having beige and it was really boring. You know the same moves, the same position, the same old thing. The sad part is we were only together for 6 months and half way in I was already bored. Not that beige is a completely bad thing, the comfort and commitment that go along with it make up the difference. Thus said the relationship with Pornstache ended and I was once again on the single path. TM came along and the color rapidly changed from beige to bright pink. That was a first. The TM thing fizzled out and once again, the single path.
I have noticed something when it comes to the opposite sex. But I wonder is it normal for guys to ask just how many times you "saw the light?" The thing is that in my world there are big O's and little o's. When keeping track, which count? I appreciate the question if in fact they are concerned with me and my happiness. I also understand the question because men have to reaffirm their sexual prowess. But is it normal?
When the evening has been eventful I have to tell my friends about it.....not all of my friends but the really good ones know all the sordid details of any given event. Mostly because the majority of them are living vicariously through me and they beg. After one such event Philly just had to ask the question and a 4.5 was thrown out there. Philly was so proud of himself that he had to whisper to T about it. And don't get me wrong I am almost as proud of him as he is! Not a personal high but pretty damn good. I also understand that guys brag....so do I. I have to give him props for being discrete and not a total ass, walking around getting high fives from all his homies. I couldn't pass up the chance to let him know that I know he has been braggin to my friends. He had an order in for 10 pizza's for his crew. I called in a favor and there is a giant 4 1/2 on the boxes. The fun of it is that nobody but us know what it is all about. I can't wait to see him tonight.........As it stands right now he is fuchsia on the color scale.-V
6 comments:
woah woah woah!since when did women start having fun in the sack? if mrs bulldog finds out about this there'll be chaos!
shhh I won't tell her. It's not like every woman has fun in the sack.-V
I find it quite silly that boys can be so goal oriented - as if that's all that matters! There can also be the assumption that once you're there, that's the end of the adventure and over they roll to sleep. Which is obviously not an issue you're having to deal with!
You lucky bugger.
you got that right! maybe I was just born lucky! ;-)
Hold the phone bulldog....I am the one that is lucky right now. It doesn't happen very often so let me have my moment or hopefully 5. lol-V
you might THINK you're lucky with a four point five, but frau bulldog gives me a "nein" every time;-}
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