Well, there's nothing quite like a sex thread to liven up the place. I asked why there were no sex threads here and it turns out it's because only Trina is gettin' some! Huh. Who knew?
And look how much we learned about each other? It turns out Michael is a sex columnist, PennQuaker's partner likes football more than, um, <I>other </I>sports, and Fooser...much, MUCH more than I wanted to know about Fooser.
For this thread, share your "busted!" moments. You know the ones: when you realized that parenting meant the end of spontaneous romps on the couch because some one walked in on you and a little voice said, "What are you doing?"
Ours was when Boy 12 was 4 or 5. I think we came home from church and the kids plopped down in front of the TV for a movie while Her Hotness and I went to change in the bedroom. It must have been the sermon. We only got half changed before falling into bed, forgetting all about the rest of the world. In the middle of our fling, Boy 4 toddled in and said, "Why are you wiggling on top of each other naked?"
We scrambled for covers, which was silly because he'd already seen all there was to see, and covered ourselves and said something lame that began with "when mommies and daddies love each other..."
That's when we started locking the door. When did you start?
This thread inspired by Galway Kinnell's After Making Love We Hear Footsteps. Here's an excerpt, but go read the whole thing. It's very sweet:
<FONT font="Arial"><SIZE size="125"> For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
and Fergus will only sink deeper
into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash,
but let there be that heavy breathing
or a stifled come-cry anywhere in the house
and he will wrench himself awake
and make for it on the run</SIZE>
And look how much we learned about each other? It turns out Michael is a sex columnist, PennQuaker's partner likes football more than, um, <I>other </I>sports, and Fooser...much, MUCH more than I wanted to know about Fooser.
For this thread, share your "busted!" moments. You know the ones: when you realized that parenting meant the end of spontaneous romps on the couch because some one walked in on you and a little voice said, "What are you doing?"
Ours was when Boy 12 was 4 or 5. I think we came home from church and the kids plopped down in front of the TV for a movie while Her Hotness and I went to change in the bedroom. It must have been the sermon. We only got half changed before falling into bed, forgetting all about the rest of the world. In the middle of our fling, Boy 4 toddled in and said, "Why are you wiggling on top of each other naked?"
We scrambled for covers, which was silly because he'd already seen all there was to see, and covered ourselves and said something lame that began with "when mommies and daddies love each other..."
That's when we started locking the door. When did you start?
This thread inspired by Galway Kinnell's After Making Love We Hear Footsteps. Here's an excerpt, but go read the whole thing. It's very sweet:
<FONT font="Arial"><SIZE size="125"> For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
and Fergus will only sink deeper
into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash,
but let there be that heavy breathing
or a stifled come-cry anywhere in the house
and he will wrench himself awake
and make for it on the run</SIZE>
