The hubs announced (in the private of his study) :
I’ve got protection.

Yes, like all teenagers, we are afraid of getting pregnant.
Crazy horny couple, madly in love, not getting sex as much as we’d dream of.

Yes, we love babies, but, no, we aren’t planning on anymore.

Four is all we can take in this age and at our age.

Hmm.. Is that why the hubs has been busy playing games in the iPad until we both crash?

Well, we still haven’t got into any action with the condoms.

Btw, I already had my tubes tied.
Talk about double protection.

I’m starting to see it. My sex life can be charted like a bell-shaped graph.

I think, in percentage wise, how often I think about sex and how much of it I actually get is like that of a teenager with raging hormones.
Let’s say 10%.

In terms of frequency… Er.. say 2X out of 20, over the span of 4 weeks, but a regular teen these days, that could be in a week.

Yeap. We are definitely over the peak of the graph.

Rainy days are the best days to have sex.

The sound, the smell and the dimmed daylight makes all sensuously delicious.
Sets the mood.
Just feel like staying in bed.
Better yet, stay cuddled in bed.

Rainy days. Mmm… Yummy.

Sounds like rain’s coming…
Smells like rain’s coming..
Looks like rain’s coming…

It’s coming…
It’s coming….

….

I’m starting to see it. My sex life can be charted like a bell-shaped graph.

Sometimes all the sex we get in a week is a couple of good showers together.

It’s really good when.. Shall I say it.. When you have someone to give you a really really good back scrub/ scratch. We’ll be really lucky if our showers are not interrupted by hollers of “MOM!!” Super lucky if we get to have sex after… But of course these are days we don’t get to. Just lots of water, wetness, rubbing and scrubbing.

Then back to the grind.

Yeap. We are definitely over the peak of the graph.

I’m starting to see it. My sex life can be charted like a bell-shaped graph.

The Hubs came back for lunch today while the boys were out swimming and the baby asleep. While setting his lunch out I remembered those hay days when we just got married:

Should he have time to come back for lunch, it would have sex involved: a shower, sex then lunch, or lunch, shower then sex.

Now he eats lunch, we chat a little, we both fiddle with our iPhones, then with a quick peck, sometimes a little smooch, he’s off and I’m back to endless chores. Of course, I now blog too.

Yeap. We are definitely over the peak of the graph.

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