copulation with corkscrew
Our life together consists of us both going to work, struggling to keep afloat in a bad economy, taking care of the upkeep on our modest suburban home, doing the housework and chores on weekends, grocery shopping, contemplating what to have for dinner, caring for the sibling pups we adopted from a shelter, entertaining them so they don't destroy our house, and occasionally getting together for dinner with gay couples who are exactly like us. We run ourselves ragged preparing for the holidays, attend the baptisms, birthdays, communions and graduations of nephews and nieces, celebrate the unions of close friends and family, grieve deeply over the loss of parents.And when it's time for the shockingly different act of gay sex? We can't even get close enough to each other to kiss without our two dogs jumping in between us and covering us in jealous slobbers. Not to mention, after taking care of all the daily obligations listed above, who has the energy to get frisky??? The reali