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Among my many, many *must haves* that live in my very own secret drawer, the inflatable lover's pillow is one of my favorites.
Why, you ask? Let me count the ways:
1) It's heart-shaped, and I love hearts and flowers. Yes, I'm a romantic.
2) It's inflatable. Things that inflate also deflate, making it very compact and discreet.
3) It's adjustable. Unlike some of the other love pillows that are foam based, this is the one you control. Make it as firm (wink wink) or as squishy as you want. Sometimes just raising yourself an inch or two makes the difference between good sex and toe-curling ecstasy.
4) It's inflatable (again). It's easy to pack for weekend romp.
And now I've discovered a new use for it...
5) It cradles broken bones.
Yes, sadly a recent outdoor adventure resulted in a trip to the ER and surgery to put my arm bones together. Pain, prescriptions and pins have been the hot topics at home lately. Not exactly the sultry summer nights I envisioned, no?
However, as one of my favorite bloggers once described it, we decided to reconvene the procedure. Now granted, circumstances are different from the one in the blog post linked, or as I screamed in one memorable moment of frustration, "It's my arm not my hoo-hoo that's broken!".
Seriously, though? Breaking a bone as an adult is not as easy as it seemed when we were children. I remember actually being envious of classmates with their awesome casts and crutches and the special attention paid to them. As as adult-oh holy cow on a cracker-it's yet another reminder that we are mortal and the opposite of invincible (vincible? Is that a word?). And painful. And itchy...oh, the itching. (Sidenote: chopsticks are wonderful arm scratchers)
Anywhoodlies, He turned out to have a surprisingly weird sense of morals when it came to getting down & dirty while I'm in a cast. And believe me, during the first couple of weeks, I appreciated that. It was all I could do to fasten my bra some mornings. I've adjusted, though, and finally have a handle (bwahahaha) on the minor details of day-to-day life. So it only seemed natural that the major details needed to be restored.
Let the nekkid rumpus begin!
Except...
Ouch!
No, that's not comfortable either.
Don't even try that way.
Getting my arm situated was a little more complicated than I thought it would be. Pillows unfolded or slid away. The slightest jostling of the arm sent white hot bolts of lightning coursing through my body...and not the good kind. Finally, in a moment of startling ingenuity, he pulled the Lover's Pillow from the drawer and blew it halfway up.
Pause for a moment and picture this scene. You can artistically drape us in sheets if you prefer to keep it PG-13.
But really, a nekkid man kneeling on a bed, blowing up a heart-shaped pillow?
That is funny stuff!
Positioning accomplished, we were able to finally finish what we started. And you know what?
A good time was had by all.
However, as one of my favorite bloggers once described it, we decided to reconvene the procedure. Now granted, circumstances are different from the one in the blog post linked, or as I screamed in one memorable moment of frustration, "It's my arm not my hoo-hoo that's broken!".
Seriously, though? Breaking a bone as an adult is not as easy as it seemed when we were children. I remember actually being envious of classmates with their awesome casts and crutches and the special attention paid to them. As as adult-oh holy cow on a cracker-it's yet another reminder that we are mortal and the opposite of invincible (vincible? Is that a word?). And painful. And itchy...oh, the itching. (Sidenote: chopsticks are wonderful arm scratchers)
Anywhoodlies, He turned out to have a surprisingly weird sense of morals when it came to getting down & dirty while I'm in a cast. And believe me, during the first couple of weeks, I appreciated that. It was all I could do to fasten my bra some mornings. I've adjusted, though, and finally have a handle (bwahahaha) on the minor details of day-to-day life. So it only seemed natural that the major details needed to be restored.
Let the nekkid rumpus begin!
Except...
Ouch!
No, that's not comfortable either.
Don't even try that way.
Getting my arm situated was a little more complicated than I thought it would be. Pillows unfolded or slid away. The slightest jostling of the arm sent white hot bolts of lightning coursing through my body...and not the good kind. Finally, in a moment of startling ingenuity, he pulled the Lover's Pillow from the drawer and blew it halfway up.
Pause for a moment and picture this scene. You can artistically drape us in sheets if you prefer to keep it PG-13.
But really, a nekkid man kneeling on a bed, blowing up a heart-shaped pillow?
That is funny stuff!
Positioning accomplished, we were able to finally finish what we started. And you know what?
A good time was had by all.
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