Back when I was, oh, about 12 or so, I stumbled upon Dad's collection of dirty magazines. I wasn't that excited, and it wasn't a big defining moment in my childhood. By then, I had already had my first crush on the new boy at school, and girls, well, they were all my friends. Sure, I read through the magazines, one-handedly, but I was more interested in the stories and sex talks and the shirtless guys posing awkwardly behind the ladies.
There is one comic from one of those magazines that I wish I could find online. Last night the image took over my head as I was trying to fall asleep.
It's a of a man having his way with a busty young woman, complete with motion-lines. The caption asks "Until you get over the flu, do you think maybe I could be on top?" and the man's nose is running snot like a faucet turned on as the woman is squirming and making a face underneath.
I say this because I've been sick lately, and there was a close call last night (the boyfriend doesn't know). I had to stifle a sneeze, and well...yeah. And then I had to stifle another. Eventually we had to switch gears.
I've been congested for about a week now, but it wasn't until a couple of days ago that I actually became sick-sick, and despite the boyfriend's insistence, sex will not always cure what ails you. Sometimes it's just gross. Well, grosser than it should be.
Fortunately, I feel a headache coming on, so I don't have to worry about feigning one for tonight. Achoo.
