Sexuality Happens

Then you shouldn’t be having it.

The other day, Q and I were sexing it up, just like we do. She said something incredibly amusing (that I’m apparently not allowed to share on here, sorry), and we were laughing. A lot. Really hard. Like deep belly laughs.  And suddenly, the Echo dildo, which hither to this point was in her cunt, went flying. Out of her cunt, at me. Cue more laughing. And then I kept trying to push it back into her, and bam! More projectile dildo.

The next day, she told me that when I played with her nipples, it was like “boom boom pow.” Yes. She really said that. I almost died laughing. And might have called red.

Then I was cuddling with her, and tried to switch positions, and although my eyes were closed, her nipple essentially ended up in my eye socket, therefore preventing me from opening my eye sockets, unless of course I wanted a nipple in my eyeball.

There have been times I’ve almost fallen out of bed, mid-sex, because I’m laughing so bloody hard. And you know what, it’s one of my favorite things about Q, that we CAN laugh in the middle of sex, that when something IS funny (like projectile dildos), it’s ok to pause, laugh a shit ton, and then get right back to it.  I didn’t realize exactly how important so much laughter was until I felt comfortable to laugh so much with my partner.

Laughs and sex fail for the win!