Sunday 2 June 2013

SINFUL SUNDAY


Sunday, Sunday, we all know the song, right?

Now imagine for one moment the rugrats are spending the weekend with your parents and you and your man are alone... completely alone, for the first time since what feels like God was a boy.

All of a sudden, Sunday has gone from the day you spend in the kitchen cooking the massive roast your mother-in-law has trained him to expect (even if you've never quite managed to get it as good as hers), to the chance to do more in bed than read the same chapter over and over again as you struggle to stay awake.

You roll over, slide your hand across his chest and flutter your eyelashes in what you hope is a seductive manner. He smiles, that little curve of the lips meant just for you, sending a tingle of anticipation down your spine and lower (thank God... you'd thought it had closed up!) He kisses you and curves his hand around the swell of your arse and you're already doing the Snoopy dance in your head because this is it! Uninterrupted sex, all day re-exploring each other. You wait for those delicious fingers to continue their journey and that's where the dream comes crashing down around your ears... He slaps your arse and says:

"Let's go to Homebase."

What do you do? Admit that part of you is now tingling at the thought of shopping for the perfect colour for the kitchen--and you've been waiting for him to get off his arse and do something about that God awful terracotta on the walls since you moved in four years ago? Or do you slap him up side the head and proceed to shag the poor man senseless, making sure you leave teethmarks on him for even suggesting a trip to the DIY store when there is no one else in the house but the two of you?

So tell me... what would you do?

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