October 19, 2006

Of Love And Stink Palms

Sure he leaves me love notes, but you know it’s true love when he stink palms my face with my own funky butt and doesn’t lose a limb.

Up on all fours I was trying to convince Fetus Boy to move off my bladder when The Hubster pulled a reach around move and began caressing my tummy. I felt a flush of love and emotions as he ran his hands over me, around to my back and then in my BUTT CRACK??

“Dude, you just seriously stink palmed yourself. I was sweating like a baboon in heat today”

“No actually I just stink palmed you” and he proceeded to wipe his butt hand across my nose while cackling gleefully - you heard me, the man cackled.

Filed under: Uncategorized — fidget @ 2:56 pm

8 Responses to “Of Love And Stink Palms”

  1. Says:

    That is just wrong in so many ways.

  2. Says:

    Just look at it this way…things could always be worse. Your face could’ve been met with a brown eye instead of just a stink palm.

  3. Says:

    Seriously?

    Seriously!

    Yeah, that just gained you moocho sex points, thanks.

  4. Says:

    Hey whatever happens is between the two of you

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  5. Says:

    I think my husband would have been met with a punch to the face if he did that to me. Or at the very least a major effort to sit on him and fart—we’re mature like that.

  6. Says:

    That there cancels out some of the lovey notes. Does he not see that? You aren’t his frat brother. I say it’s grounds for you to do something girly, like shop for shoes.

  7. Says:

    I say milk shot to the face for him once that kiddo is born!

  8. Says:

    My DH calls that “ass juice” or now that the kids were copying him a “stink nugget”. My Dh is demented as well…….

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