I was trying to figure out when “the wet spot” came into the lexicon. I am pretty sure when my mom told me about the special act that occurs between a couple who loves each other very much, she didn’t follow up with, “And after you are done, someone will get to sleep in the wet spot.” Seriously.
Somewhere we all learned that as wonderful as sex can be, it is also messy and often there is a bit of left over what have you.
Lately, over at H and Kitty’s place, we have more of a wet pond. Or a wet slick (like an oil slick). H has said this is due to me. I didn’t really believe him (sorry hon) until one night when I was up on my hands and knees, and I looked down to see an actual puddle below me.
