Married Sex: How To Keep it Hot in the Bedroom!

Or, living room in our case. See, we live in a one bedroom apartment at the moment, and while it's a good sized one bedroom, it's still just a one bedroom. When it became clear that my kid wouldn't dare sleep, pardon me, allow anyone at all to sleep, if we were anywhere near her person during night time hours, we surrendered our bedroom, along with our bed, clothes and other accoutrements in order to ever get any rest again. We now sleep on a futon in the living room, which technically means the name of this post should be "Married Sex: How To Keep it Hot in the Futon!"

Sleeping on a futon in the living room of our one bedroom is EXACTLY as sexy as it sounds! You know what's even hotter than that? The things we say to each other to keep the fires of passion lit! Here is a top ten list of the sexiest sentences uttered by my husband or myself to either get us, or keep us, totally in the mood.

Warning: this is entirely NSFW (Not Sexy For W-anyone!)

10. "Hey, I think I'll brush my teeth. I haven't done that in a long time."
9. "You can keep NPR on, it really doesn't matter!"
8. "Ugh, I guess."
7. "Ok, we have a few minutes before the hard boiled eggs will be ready!"
6. "Just turn the monitor down."
5. "God! That garbage truck is SO loud!"
4. "No...just keep your shirt on!"
3. "Hurry, the hard boiled eggs are officially ready!"
2. "Dave (our dog) is looking and he is so bored."
1. "I just heard the baby wake up, but we're still good on time."

So HOTTTTTTT!

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