Kiss and Tell

I LIED.

Yes, in the last post I said I had nothing to post. I was wrong. I read BJ's latest post, and it inspired me. So there.

BJ and I have always skirted the details of our sex life together in both our blogs, but I’ve decided that it is now time to reveal the dirty details.

Imagine with me, if you will, a small one room rental cottage. The choices for bedtime activities are a twin bed or a sagging sofabed. The twin bed looks mighty narrow, not the prime choice for two rather amply sized people. The sofabed, while sagging is at least wide enough to accommodate. Now, I must tell you about this sofabed. The mattress is new, and yet it is not in any way comfortable. It is helped by an extra folding foam mattress that has been used for camping in the past. We put that on top of the sofa’s mattress. It helps, but (and maybe it’s because I’m a princess) I can still feel the steel crossbars across my back. So the bed is outstretched, sheets are applied, the participants get in bed. Now, when I say get in bed, I do mean IN bed. We both roll towards the low point in the mattress, the middle. It is good for snuggling at least. It is not good for changing positions, rolling over or getting up. Once we are there, in the middle, snuggled up against one another, we better hope we’re comfy because moving around is a monumental challenge. We are like bugs on our backs, stuck, and flailing, and eventually, like the bug, we manage to flip ourselves over. It’s tiring. It’s funny. I’m sure it would be hilarious to watch. Yet we proved over and over that where there’s a will there’s a way. We managed in that funky, sagging, pathetic bed to enjoy each other’s company very much. Very, very much. . .

So there it is: the dirty little secrets we’ve kept hidden from the world. Now you know about our most intimate encounters. Hot stuff, huh?