Scenes from a Pandemic: sunday morning sweet nothings*

[setting: bed, snug o’clock in the… morning. let’s call it morning.]

Him: Don’t move your left knee up any farther. I like my balls as they are.
Me: I like them too.
Him: Yeah. Humphrey and Bogart are pretty great.
Me: …I was going to compliment Your balls more, but then THAT happened.
Him: Aw. Who did what? Was it Humphrey or was it Bogart?


Him: When I was fucking you the other day, I must have been like this and thrust real hard at some point, because I somehow hurt my *toe*.
Me: You thrust real hard at several points.
Him: Yeah. Your vagina and your vagina.


Me: I vaguely remember telling You I was dreaming about us having sex when You came in, and You asking if it was good.
Him: Well, sure. It could have been a bad dream.
Me: I mean, it wasn’t anything particularly bad *or* good, I guess. It was pretty par.
Him: Oh, so spectacular. Got it.