The fireplace....
I love a fire burning in the winter time. I happen to think it is romantic and sort of sets the stage for some intimate love making. Now mind you this event happened long before we even talked about swinging.
I set up our living room with a crackling fire, lit some candles, spread comforters across the oriental rug and put in one of hubby's favorite porn video's in anticipation of a love fest. My hubby doesn't care for a fire and says that it is a waste of heat to burn one, but that didn't stop me from buying two arm loads of fire wood and setting 'my mood'.
We got rather heavily involved in some aggressive love making which led us closer to the hearth. A big *pop* occured and sent out a cinder which landed smack dab on the top of hubby's head. (We were in a missionary style postion). Hubby immediately put out all fires, the one on his head, the fireplace and my internal fire.
End result, it singed a nice portion of his hair (which looked funny for a while) and thankfully not many could see it as he is rather tall. For those that could, he explained it as being that he suffered a *bad* haircut.
And I'm left to wonder why he won't buy a cord of wood for me?
