Morning Sex
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:26 pm
She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual soft boiled eggs and toast for breakfast, wearing only the T-shirt that she normally slept in.
As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and softly said,"You have got to make love to me this very moment."
My eyes lit up as I thought to myself, "I am either still dreaming, or this is going to be my lucky day."
Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her, and then gave it my all, right there on the kitchen table.
Afterwards, she said "Thanks" and returned to the stove, her T-shirt still up around her neck.
Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked her, "What was that all about?"
She explained, "The egg timer's broken."
As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and softly said,"You have got to make love to me this very moment."
My eyes lit up as I thought to myself, "I am either still dreaming, or this is going to be my lucky day."
Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her, and then gave it my all, right there on the kitchen table.
Afterwards, she said "Thanks" and returned to the stove, her T-shirt still up around her neck.
Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked her, "What was that all about?"
She explained, "The egg timer's broken."
