Just the way I like it.
I spent a good portion of my weekend in a sweaty, sexed-out bliss listening to the thunder boom. Which is perfect, of course. Except for the sweaty part... but I've learned to accept that as a mandatory side effect to living in the ass-hot tropics. Anyway, in case I don't cherish the moments I'm looking like an idiot quite enough (or share them with the world at large enough), here's one: on Saturday, feeling kind of bored and, as previously mentioned, rather sexed up, the Hub and I went to our nearest video store to rent a couple of movies. We decided that it would be the pinnacle of depraved jewness if we used our two-for-one movie coupons on some porno, because, really, who uses coupons for dirty movies? Apparently, we do. So, after picking out an interesting one (something with lots of big natural boobies and dark-haired ladies) as well as a copy of the Russian movie Nightwatch, which we'd been wanting to see for ages and ages, we went up to the counter. The teenaged girl who rung us up has seen many pohnos grace our rental account but merely smiled coyly and told us to watch the Russian-with-English-subtitles side of Nightwatch instead of the crappy dubbed one. I paid with cash (something I rarely do) and made a silly remark about hating having change in my pocket.
Hours later: I am getting the hell fucked out of me by the Husband while said porno plays in the background on mute (if I were a boy, this would totally be my ultimate man-heaven, but that's neither here nor there). It was really some of that rocket-to-the-pants, fuck-you-'til-you-cry sort of sex that married people are not supposed to be allowed to have. Afterwards, I roll over on my side, all sticky and endorphined and kittenlike and relaxed and blissful, get up languidly to pee and put forth a search party for my panties, look in the mirror and see... ALL THAT POCKET CHANGE STUCK TO MY NAKED ASS. At least enough to make a phone call.
Man, I am the Queen of Sexy.
Hours later: I am getting the hell fucked out of me by the Husband while said porno plays in the background on mute (if I were a boy, this would totally be my ultimate man-heaven, but that's neither here nor there). It was really some of that rocket-to-the-pants, fuck-you-'til-you-cry sort of sex that married people are not supposed to be allowed to have. Afterwards, I roll over on my side, all sticky and endorphined and kittenlike and relaxed and blissful, get up languidly to pee and put forth a search party for my panties, look in the mirror and see... ALL THAT POCKET CHANGE STUCK TO MY NAKED ASS. At least enough to make a phone call.
Man, I am the Queen of Sexy.