One of the things that I've done for my husband for years is make his lunch for work. Not everyday but often enough that it's become habit. I usually make the next day's lunch while he's finishing up dinner. It's a good time for us to talk and laugh about whatever's going on in our world.
One of the constants my friends have come to expect from me is that I'm a perv of the highest order. One of my friends teased me the other day about being a sleaze bag. He's right. LOL It's pretty easy to get me to think about sex.
I keep a bowl of fruit on the counter. Last night the bowl had plums and peaches in it. I consider both of them to be very erotic fruits. The perfume of a perfectly ripe peach is so richly voluptuous. Eating one is a sensual experience for me. I love the explosion of sweet juice when you bite into it.
And plums I think look very erotic. I mentioned this last night as I was making his lunch. I said I thought it looked erotic as I held it in my hand and studied it. He asked me if it looked male erotic or female erotic. I very matter-of-factly said, it looks like the tip of a man's erection. I winked at him and said, "And now you can think about that when you bite into it tomorrow." He never knows how to take it when I say stuff like that.
Hmmm, tonight the fruit of choice may be a banana...
