TMI Tuesday

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1. On a scale of 1-10, how satisfied are you with your sex life?

Hard to answer, since I don't seem to have one these days.

2. If someone shoves you up against a wall while kissing you, your reaction is?

Oh yeah, bring it on!
Gets my panties damp every time.

3. What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done or said to you?

My college boyfriend took me for a drive and a picnic lunch a long, long time ago. We went to a lighthouse out on the Jersey shore. It was romantic and sweet and wonderful.

4. Where is the most unusual place you have ever had sex?

Idunno. Golf course, maybe. College boyfriend again.

5. How do you liked to be kissed?

At first gently, almost hesitantly; then growing more urgent, lips parting, tongues exploring. Pulling back, making each other want more and more. Perhaps he'll suck on my lower lip, perhaps I his. Bodies barely touching, then moving together, pressing harder until we can feel the heat between us. It has to be a back and forth thing, not overwhelming, not just one person kissing the other. Mutual, full of anticipation and promise of more to come.


Bonus (as in optional):Most embarrassing sexual moment?

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away . . .
This occurred before we had kids, back when Spousehole and I partook of the hot monkey love on a regular (some might say, obsessive) basis. We were going at it, hot and heavy, when I attained the pinnacle of sexual pleasure (orgasm, okay?) Right in the middle of it, with Spousehole pounding away at me, I passed gas. Loudly. Not smelly or anything, but not something one could really ignore either. It sounded like the air brakes on a school bus - pshoooo. Spousehole laughed his ass off and it was several minutes before he could resume and finish because he was laughing too hard.

Bonus embarrassing thing - I 've told this before, but here it is again:
When we had been married about 8 months, my husband and I had spent a long weekend at my parents' house. There was never really any privacy there, so we were anxious to get busy when we got home. Undressing as we went up the stairs, kissing hungrily, hands everywhere - you get the idea. The sex was athletic, acrobatic, and, ultimately, dangerous. I moved forward as he moved in to kiss me and WHAM! My forehead, his nose. Blood everywhere, nose crooked. We ended up spending the next few hours in the emergency room. It was broken, but good. Every nurse, doctor, or aide started off by asking, "How did this happen?" By the end of the night we thought it was pretty funny. He still likes to tell people how I broke his nose. Including my parents and our pastor.

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