Achoo pronounced me "perfect" last night. We were watching the new episode of Glee! (omg my new favorite show) and I was saying how I refuse to be like Will's wife. I will not A) fake a pregnancy, B) try to "keep up with the Jones', or C) allow my sister's kids to run around the dining room table screaming. As I was waxing poetic about my philosophies on life, Achoo goes, "wow, you really are perfect!".
I laughed, and explained that I was in fact not even remotely perfect. I can be bitchy and bossy sometimes, and I recognize it and try to avoid it. But sometimes the She-Monster does sneak out. He hasn't seen it yet, hence him still thinking I'm perfect. I think if I can just learn to control Her, all will be well.
Needless to say, being called perfect does something for one's sex drive, because when Glee! was over, I proceeded to jump Achoo. Now, lets play a math game. Glee! ended at 10pm. We jumped in the shower to cool down at 11:15. That means we were having sex for an HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES! Granted, there were oral breaks, it wasn't all thrusting, but damn!
Thankfully, Achoo is not a 2-minute man (obiv!). If it's been a while, he may only last 15 minutes, but I don't think we've ever gone less than that. Our average is 45 minutes to an hour. And I love it. I love that we take the time to pleasure each other. And I love that we've become in-tuned with each other so that we know what little things help get each other off
I'm sure some of you are sitting here going "Oh my god, and hour! I wouldn't be able to go that long!" And sure, there are days that I think to myself "C'mon Achoo, get off already!" but for the most part, I enjoy the length of our sessions.
So, here's my poll for today (ok, clearly I'm minorly obsessed with polls. Please just humor me and vote, ok? Thanks!)
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