Once, as my boyfriend of 3 months – now husband of 1.000 years – got out of bed, he farted. Just a wee little friendly passing of gas – but my reaction came promptly: “I REALLY don’t think we should do that kind of thing in front of each other!” I look back at that […]

nd THEN the sex started. Morning, noon, evening, middle of the night. Very loud, very graphic. The walls seemed non-existing. Every thrust, every turn, every moan – we were there for it all. Turned out, he had stamina you W-O-U-L-D N-O-T believe. Which was perfect, because she was a screamer. So their sessions would last for HOURS.