This might get steamy, so please check out now if you're not in the mood to hear it!
I was insisting, Second Base, SECOND BASE! But physically I was into it.
Mr. A picks me up and moves me to the dining room table, where we proceed to get it on lightly. We could've stopped, I guess, BUT - then he says, I wanna go upstairs. Let's go upstairs.
It was a lost cause for me at that point. We went upstairs.
Mr. A and I have, um, LOTS of sexual chemistry - which is why it SUCKS so bad that we found ourselves in a sex-starved marriage. I don't know how we got there.
