Pillow Talk

The other night, I turned out the light, then requested HT spoon closer.

“How can I get closer?” he asked.

“I want your molecules, all smashed up against mine,” I said.

He snuggled in a bit more. After about ten seconds of this I had a hot flash. Throwing off the blankets I said,

“Blow on my neck.”

“What?” HT asked.

“Blow on my neck,” I said, my hand holding the hair up off the back of my neck in the dark.

“Did you just say, “Blow on my neck?”

“Yes.”

“Blow on your neck?” he asked again, incredulous.

“What part of BLOW ON MY NECK do you not understand?” I implored.

At which point he cracked up. We both did.

He went on, “So if I said something like…lick my elbow…don’t you think you’d ask…what a couple of times?”

I’ll admit, it was a slightly odd request.

But blow he did. Eventually.

We couldn’t stop laughing.

“Shhh…you’re going to wake up the kids.”

Drifting off to sleep, my neck was cool, and my belly hurt from laughing.

It was a really good way to fall asleep.

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4 Responses to Pillow Talk

  1. Wanda says:

    Okay…what I said was [giggling here] but I used “” to surround it and it didn’t show up. Sigh.

  2. kario says:

    Ahhh, the hot flash. Bubba has a similar incredulous reaction when, about twice a month I wake him up in the middle of the night and demand we change the sheets on the bed because I’ve sweated so profusely that I am sleeping in a puddle.

  3. Amanda says:

    This post from you I’m not surprised

    Thanks for the giggle! :D