Disappearing Act

Reading Brad's post, "My London Surprise", made me reevaluate our sex life. When was the last time we slept together 3 times in less than 24 hours? Where was the craziest place we've done it? We used to do silly things like roadies or naked pictures just for fun. We had sex in the ocean just to say we did it. We had sex in my living room with the blinds and windows open for anybody to catch us. I can't remember a time recently when we've surprised each other by doing something crazy together.

Not even necessarily crazy... Like a couple nights ago for instance, we had 20 minutes before our friends we're coming over to meet us before going out for dinner and drinks. I teased Brad like I usually do but when he proposed we go upstairs for a quickie, I refused. I had just done my make-up and it took me 10 minutes to get my stupid shirt on with all of the buttons. Brad pouted for the rest of the 20 minutes still trying to convince me with 3 minutes to go.

I really don't want our sex life to be old, tired, or boring. I mean, it hardly is yet. When we do have sex, probably 3 times a week, it's amazing. I don't really care how cliche that sounds. It's loud, fast, rarely romantic with candles. But we always end up on his bed, tangled up in his sheets, cuddling for a few minutes afterwards before we hop up and throw our clothes back on. I want to be able to take more chances with our sex life like we used to. This is a new resolution for me. Well, for us, but I'm sure Brad will quickly agree.