Lack Of...

I was talking to Sir on the phone and 
bemoaning the lack of sex we have had.

I continue on saying, 
I thought that as the kids got older,
we'd have more time and less stress.

The opposite seems to be true, by the way :(

Anyway,
I was bemoaning the lack of sex we have had,
I said I never thought we'd become the statistic
that we'd have so little sex.

Sir chuckles then says,
from a thousand miles away - mind you
Ya, I seem to only recall two sets of orgasms for you this week
and the weeks not over.
(and yes, when he makes me orgasm, he rarely pulls just one from me 
because priming my pump makes the sex just so much more explosive!)

To which I giggle and say
Ya, but it's not every day!!!

OK, so I maybe shouldn't whine about the 
lack of sex...

(but I really like every day better!)

Therapy

Many of us has had this experience...

We always lock our door 

When...you know...

games or whatever ensue

Except

When we don't

Everyone's asleep

No one is going to come it

It's just a quicky

So there I am

Two orgasms in 

and naked and

I climb on up...

Well...

Well, having had surgery,

I climb up,

But he's at the edge of the bed

and my leg that's recovering is

Hanging off the bed

(Cause it doesn't bend that far yet)

And.........

The door opens,

There's a scramble by Sir and me

(Mostly me)

And the door shuts. 

SHIT

SO, since I'm on the disabled list,

Sir scrambles to mitigate the damage. 

At least I wasn't tied up,

Or He wasn't caning me,

Or, or, or

But the thing I told Sir is...

"Not only have we ruined his night because he saw his parents having sex,

But now he thinks we have sex like THAT...

All wonky because of my knee!  Ugh!!!"

He's so going to need therapy!