Quite often, I straddle my husband on the sofa. Sometimes it’s flirty, sure, but mostly, it’s just comforting.
Sometimes it’s like this:
Imagine my surprise when the other day, The Mister straddled ME.
I gotta tell ya, it wasn’t the same. Twas neither sexy nor comforting.
He couldn’t wrap himself around me. His arms are longer than my seated body. He couldn’t rest his head on my shoulder. He had to bend himself in half to put his head on mine. It was more like he did push-ups: kiss-me-not, kiss me, kiss-me-not, kiss me.
I couldn’t hold him as he holds me, or get a good grip on his non-existent hips.
Motorboating left me with a mouth full of plaid.
For quality time, I do not recommend it. For a few laughs, I highly recommend it!
Happy Friday Everyone!