Madhubby thinks I ought to blog more about sex. I feel ambivalent about doing so because sex is so personal and I don't want any of my undersexed readers getting jealous. And, I feel a little bit naughty talking about monkey piling in the same space where I talk about potty training and preschool.
Between you and me, I think Madhubby is bored with the naughty text messages I send him throughout the day and he's so over the breathy sex talk I whisper in his ear when he's helping the kids with their homework. No, it's not enough that we have sex nearly every night of the week. Now, he wants to read my innermost thoughts about sex because telling them to him between orgasms is so cliche.