She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast, wearing only the T shirt which she normally slept in.
As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and said softly "you've got to make love to me this very moment."
My eyes lit up and I thought "I am either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day." Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all; right there on the kitchen table.
Afterwards she said "Thanks" and returned to the stove, her T shirt still around her neck.
Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked "What was that all about?"
She explained ... "The egg timer's broken."
Topic: Morning sex (Read 1641 times)
