Away at chrimbo, I was getting "friendly" with a friend (as you do) on the sofa bed in the lounge of our apartment. Mr W was in the double bedroom, and the kids were further down the hall in the other bedroom.
It was xmas day. Youngest had a tamagotchi cat type thingy for xmas. It was very late, pitch black & very quiet. A looooong way into the most passionate heavy petting sesh you can imagine (we were refraining from sex- and the tension had been building all week) all of a sudden....from inches away.....theres a
Miaow
Miaow
Miaow
MIAOW!
Louder & louder & more persistent it gets. Queue him scrambling around trying to find the damn thing, and then several minutes frantically trying to silence it.
After we'd rolled around laughing, I eventually went back to bed & told Mr W how fecking :taz: frustrated an electronic cat had managed to make me. He was supportive. Not.
For the rest of the trip we had to keep trying to explain away the fact that the three of us would crack up every time the fecking thing mewed.....fast forward to last week....
first thing in the morning....and we were getting it on. Our bed butts onto the wall which our newly 9yr olds headboard butts onto on the other side of the wall.
Things were just getting (quietly) vigorous, when there comes a shout of
"Mum, Dad."
"Stop doing armpit farts"
:shock:
I literally had tears rolling down my cheeks.....it was certainly memorable!
So, what's your most memorable passion killer?
ops: :oops:
Lying on the couch "lady loving" trying to get him in the mood nearly at that fuzzyy stage and all i hear is "come look at this i found a nice place to stay"
