I have a confession to make. Last night, when we were doing the usual spooning, foreplay, married sex thing, I couldn’t help feeling guilty. I just couldn’t stop thinking about this. I felt so guilty for enjoying every second of that video, huddled by the laptop with my headphones on, trying to conceal the irrepressible smile on my face, guilty for thinking that “Welcome to the Jungle” was pure genius, and how great is it that it lasted so long that they had to use the extended version?
Know what is better than an orgasm? Seeing Brandon Cox thrown down, and him getting up and losing his cool.
I am so sorry, baby. I had to say it.