As my husband was preparing to retire for the evening, he grabbed the hand control for our sleep number bed to adjust his side. This prompted me to ask him to adjust mine as well. The conversation, which took place just moments before I’m writing this, went as follows:
Me: “Will you please put my side on 35.”
Him: “It’s on 55. That’s good enough.”
Me: “If you don’t put it on 35, I’m sticking my finger up your ass.”
Him: “What number did you want it on?”
The irony is, my threat would give me great pleasure and yet it horrifies him. Hell, I’d be happy if he’d let me wake him up with a blow job!
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