My chrononaut has an interesting fact to share. Something that crosses her mind as she sniffs her Vicks Inhaler this morning.
"Do you know that the tip of our nose is as sensitive as our clit?"
I stare and it's like all the wheels carrying words in my brain just stop spinning.
"I don't know how to react to that. That takes the cake," suddenly I am able to describe my yanked attention on what she said.
She goes on and lets me know how sensual the center of our face can be. And the punchline includes mucous as a sign of a successful "O."
"I'm not going to particpate in this. I'm just letting you finish," I say in a very flat tone.
My chrononaut laughs so hard; if it's the end of the world, it'd be a happy demise for both of us because I'm glad that I make her laugh.
"I love you so much!" she submits.
"You're so weird," I tell her with a smile.
We are perfect for each other this way.
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