Some girl (probably a girl) showed up at the ex-pat's board asking for opinions on whether to fly over to see some guy in Hamburg. She said they'd met in Hawaii: she visited him on one island and he her on another. She also let it be known that she'd been to Germany before as an exchange student. She's 18 and her problem is that her parents want to know everything about the guy and don't think the trip is a good idea. Meanwhile the (former) host parents were quite nonchalant and basically said, "Why not?"
Tonight is the night of the Persied Meteor Shower. It brings back a memory.
I think I may have told this story here before, and if I have, and if you happened to have read it and even more remarkably remember it, please forgive.
(NSFW topic wise, but nothing too explicit.)
One night long, long ago, at least twenty years ago, when Dear Wife and I were in very physically close husband-wife proximity, I told her of a hot woman I had seen that day, how excited she had made me. And Dear Wife sweetly responded, "If the situation ever comes up and you see a woman and you have to have her, you just must have her, go ahead and have her, on me. That's my gift to you."
My wife took my son with her to her third grade class on Halloween figuring he wasn't likely to miss anything in his kindergarten class. At one point, he attempted to display his writing prowess by writing "boo" on the whiteboard. Unfortunately, it came out "boob". Hilarity ensued.
Hot sex is the glue that makes marriage both fun and functional, of this I am convinced. While a shallow analysis may conclude that many problems can be dwarfed when one's lust is sated, my angle is on the hot sex more as a symptom and tool rather than an end unto itself.
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