Anonymous wrote:I absolutely love my husband which is one reason we have a good sex life, but we don’t do it to make love because the love already exists. We do it so I can have a couple of Os and he can have at least one. We don’t have a special term for it, maybe a special look.
An adult using the term "ick" seems ickier than someone saying "making love", lol!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My husband hates that I call it F…ing. We all have our quirks.
Curious what he wants you to call it?
Anonymous wrote:Observe gentleman; there is nothing you can possibly do right, so please enjoy yourself for as long as you can then move on the moment you get the feeling that this nonsense is starting
Anonymous wrote:I have never been comfortable with that phrase, either. Gives me the ick.
Anonymous wrote:Maybe, OP, you should try leaning in to his mindset and see if you might like it more than you think. Put on the Barry White, slip into a naughty little negligee, get some champagne and chocolates, and prepare for a long night of “making love” on the brown shag carpet of your sunken living room. I mean really go all in, Chef-from-South Park-style, and see what happens. Perhaps the 70s had a point.
Also, I think “making whoopie” should be the new DCUM linguistic standard for all sex related standards. Let’s try to make that a thing.
Anonymous wrote:Maybe, OP, you should try leaning in to his mindset and see if you might like it more than you think. Put on the Barry White, slip into a naughty little negligee, get some champagne and chocolates, and prepare for a long night of “making love” on the brown shag carpet of your sunken living room. I mean really go all in, Chef-from-South Park-style, and see what happens. Perhaps the 70s had a point.
Also, I think “making whoopie” should be the new DCUM linguistic standard for all sex related standards. Let’s try to make that a thing.
Anonymous wrote:Maybe, OP, you should try leaning in to his mindset and see if you might like it more than you think. Put on the Barry White, slip into a naughty little negligee, get some champagne and chocolates, and prepare for a long night of “making love” on the brown shag carpet of your sunken living room. I mean really go all in, Chef-from-South Park-style, and see what happens. Perhaps the 70s had a point.
Also, I think “making whoopie” should be the new DCUM linguistic standard for all sex related standards. Let’s try to make that a thing.