Just Like Fishing In The Dark

There is nothing like bait, worms, and slimy fish to make a Gal feel frisky.

Tehee.

Sometimes having sex in the dark is no different.

It's hard enough as a Mom to feel like you're really in the mood to want to have sex, let alone trying to set the mood in your dark room as you're both trying to be quiet, and not wake up the kids.

Not too long ago, it was a rather rare occasion that my husband, and I were both feeling kind of "in to it." Well, normally it's just him - yah I'll admit it....it's more often just him.

And when all appeared to be going smoothly - hook, line, and sinker, things took a turn for the worse.

I was the stinking fish, and I wasn't going to be reeled in, not this time.

As he fumbled with his lips, and started to kiss my nose, my eye, yanking on my hair, squishing me, head butting me, too much slobber - wait a minute, I've got this all wrong.

Come to think of it...he was the slimy fish. Yah, as I recall it was exactly what sleeping with a slippery, slimy, flopsy fish would feel like.

And then, the moment is lost entirely as he poorly judges which way to point his fishing pole, casting it too far down the river....ehhhum, if you know what I mean.

Well, that was the end of that. No more fishing for you Mr. Pokey.

Got to give the man some credit though, he can be tired too, but why not just admit it? Why not just go to sleep? Why half-attempt to do something that's only going to be awkward, unromantic, and well sloppy?

I guess men just can't give in sometimes...they don't want to be defeated.

By the way, not long after this attempt to reel in the big one...hubbie could be seen drooling like a sleepy puppy, no more fish.

Sincerely,

Mama of Romance
xoxo

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