Certainly, adults never take you aside and tell you that if you fuck somebody who is having a bit of a tummy upset, their stomach will make disconcerting sloshing noises to the rhythm of the back-and-forth.
Edit: Oh I forgot, it’s Valentine’s Day. Um, Happy Valentine’s Day?
Is my blog like a confessional – where you come say things you wouldn’t normally say out loud?
The question, I suppose, is rhetorical since I did point out the blog’s narcissistic nature…
Thanks for sharing, as always.
Well, you had specially requested a post-wedding sex-related post.
Finding myself in the sticky situation that C.S. Lewis described (figuring out the language of the nursery, gutter, anatomy class and all that), I’ve yet to manage a full post (i.e. one of any decent length).
As such I’ve opted (though the word seems to convey some sort of active choice, which is not my intention) to do a post-wedding sex-related mini-serial (as in, a series of minis – not a small series).
I was going to cross-post to my own blog, except I couldn’t think of an appropriate title.
As for confessional – please. Your blog is waaaaay more interesting.
shouldn’t it then be serial-minis?