So Im on Day 5 of a really annoying cold. Its not one of those colds that gives me that sexy husky voice. Its the kind that makes me sound like Im wearing a snorkel. Finally, though, I’m just well enough to feel REALLY horny.
Anyway, hubby has been only marginally successful at fending off the same crud, so we’ve been leaving each other alone to rest and heal while secretly wanting to exchange germs from every orifice.
We finally admitted this to each other tonight and almost punted the cat up the stairs in our frantic scramble to the bedroom.
Problem: while I do feel quite a bit better, I still cant breathe from my nose. Heaving ones bosom and panting can be quite sexy, but my panting tonight seemed more like a death rattle. Fortunately, the husband did most of the heavy lifting for this particular play date. Even so, I think I might have dipped one pedicured toe into the murky waters of breath play.
Speaking of waters, Ive been known to be an occasional squirter. Well, its more like a gush, actually. The thing is, its never happened while Ive been WITH someone, only when Ive been alone, or doing my phone sessions, so its become the stuff of urban legend. I don’t really know if its a temporary phenomenon because of The Cold, but lets just say were currently looking into a set of rubber sheets. And were sleeping on the guest bed. And I now, finally, have a witness.