NOT-SO-WHISPER WEDNESDAYS: The Best Day of the Year

Good morning, afternoon, and evening lovelies.  I hope your Thanksgiving was as wonderful as I assume all of you are, or as wonderful as I am.  Which is pretty fricken wonderful, by the way.

In honor of the special occasion that just passed, I’ll be writing about something very near and dear to us all.  Birthday sex.  If you’re anything like me, the entire week leading up to, week of, and week after is your birthday, so birthday sex is something that you look forward to for awhile.

My girl’s birthday just passed (I know you all just wished her a Happy Birthday out loud), so naturally I must write about birthday sex.  A wise man once said, “Birthday sex, birthday sex, it’s the best day of the year (girl).”  And he’s damn right.   Birthday sex is sex that is ALL ABOUT YOU.

Why? Because it’s your birthday, unless you and your significant other share a birthday, in which case your life sucks.  Just kidding… not really.  Of course, birthday gifts are wonderful, but what we all really think about is what’s going to come (pun intended) when all your friends have left, and the lights are finally turned off.

Or left on, or maybe your friends haven’t even left yet, doesn’t matter.  And why is that everyone?  Because it’s your birthday.  I’m glad we’re all catching on to the main thesis of “birthday sex.”  My girl is a bedroom, lights off, kinda gal.

And I ain’t even mad.  Leaving details on a need to know basis, at least for now, I’ll let y’all know that her birthday sex was perfect.

With that said my little cherubs, peace, love, and cherry bombs.  Remember no glove, no love.  Get yourselves tested, you crazy kids.  And have fun, it is sex after all.

If you have any birthday sex stories, or any stories, I’m all about hearing them.  Send anything you want to NotSoWhisperWednesdays3@gmail.com.

Catch the “Not-So-Whisper Wednesday” sex blog posts every Wednesday.