Look, I sometimes tend to be the type that cannot take something seriously. Sex may not be the time for that, but it was tonight. My husband is the “give me some dirty talk” type and I AM THE WORST AT IT. It engulfs me sometimes to the point where I’m trying so hard to think of something to say that I kinda forget we’re having sex, and I just get lost on a trail of “what the fuck am I supposed to say?” So, I was already in a little bit feisty mood, and we just moved in to a new place. With a gorgeous kitchen island...........see where that’s going yet? Well, I was eating, and I dribbled a little on my chin. He points it out, and in my head I thought “well, come lick it off me”. Once again, we’re very married, very comfortable, our relationship is welllllllllll beyond boundaries. At the same time he asks me, “when are we gonna break this island in?” So, it was game time. Now, it could have been any other night. But, as I’m parallel with this kitchen counter, practically inspecting it with my nose🙇🏼‍♀️, this is the time he chooses to ask for dirty talk. And, in all of my stupidity, with thoughts of a kitchen running amuck, I blurted out “stuff me like a thanksgiving turkey.” Thanks for listening. I laughed. Hysterically. It somehow did the trick. We kept it light hearted, and we somehow managed to fall in love a little harder. I’m gonna go find a corner now that I’ve told y’all that. Hopefully someone laughs😂