Hell of a Guy

Sex and Laughter


Wow!  This is uncharted territory for me.  I usually keep this kind of thing, what I hope is nothing more than a human foible, to myself.  My sexual peculiarities may not be suitable for all readers, and some of you may just not care to know about this one.  So, I suggest if you are not curious now or a mature adult, you may want to go to a G-rated blog and skip this post of mine.

Perhaps this comes with age, I just don’t have a clue, and I don’t have a lot of conversations involving sex or sexual things as they may relate to me and my life, except with other guys talking about other women…you know, guy talk.  Guy talk usually centers around the female physicality and certain feminine adornments.  Now to you ladies that read this, please don’t go bang your husband or significant other over the head.  Guys are guys and guys talk about females in a sexual way because we need to, based on the fact the only reason we were put on this earth is to procreate, and also to talk about the procedure with other guys.  Since we ain’t getting’ it, we talk about it, mostly when some inconsiderate, good looking woman happens to be nearby.

Let’s move on now?  This is a tough one.  How does one approach this but to just toss it out there.  Okay!  Recently, when The Nancy and I were testing the waters – hmmm! –something happened, some sweet nothing said, a gesture, a movement occured and all of the sudden we were taken over with laughter.  I don’t mean a chuckle or two, or even a subdued whimper.  I mean a gut retching, deep down, abdominal stretching, belly-laugh mood killer.  What the hell is up with that?  This was not the first time this has happened to us.  Good grief, it was disconcerting. And even more disconcerting is that it was both of us, not just one of us.  Two people in the throes of passion doubled over with laughter.  It was nuts, and it ain’t right.

One of the most beautiful expressions of a married couple’s sincere and deep affection for one another is the act of sharing one another’s bodies for the pleasure God intended us to have as we “make love.”  I didn’t see the manual, but I just know laughter is not supposed to be part of the foreplay, middleplay or climax.  There is nothing funny about sex, or is there?

And that is all I have to say about that…

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