JJ and I are in bed tonight, watching Netflix on television. We spend a lot of time in bed. Sleeping, of course, but also reading, writing, making use of various entertainment outlets, like Blu-ray, Netflix, etc. Lovemaking. <–yes, it gets its own sentence, it’s that important.
Is there anything you can’t do in bed?
…Well, yeah, that, and that’s probably a good thing. One has to get up sometime.
I’m being facetious, but only slightly. I have spent entire weekends in bed, sometimes alone, often not. 🙂 Turns out, JJ is as enamored of the bed as I am.
I typed “Doing Everything in Bed” into google and it produced a weird but interesting list of links.
Bed bugs seems to be a big deal these days. Nope, don’t have ’em. How would they survive all the action between JJ and me?
Cosmopolitan, that undoubtedly outdated piece of crap allegedly written for young girls who can’t figure out what’s sexy on their own, offered this headline: “How to Get Everything You Want in Bed.” Um…ask? Who still reads this, I ask you?
Someone posted on Yahoo, asking about kinky things to do in bed. I bemoan the lack of imagination these days. Kinky isn’t hard. Just do something you’ve never done before but secretly fantasized about. Discover new and interesting depths of your potential depravity. Your partner will thank you.
Gotta run now. The bed is calling.