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We make grossly exaggerated corny sex jokes when we're horny and want to get down to it.
wife is preparing hard boil eggs
Well... talking about hard balls...
And then one thing leads to the other 👍
This reminds me of a running gag my husband and I have. One night while I was at work he called me to ask where I put the colander because he wanted to make macaroni. It must have been a weird sounding one-sided conversation to my coworkers because when I got off the phone one of them asked me if "where's the colander" was out code word for "let's have sex tonight." I told my husband the story later and needless to say it became our code word for sexy times.
I name my kisses something stupid.
Like when we’re skating (we’re both bad at it) I call it a danger kiss. Or when we’re eating hotdogs and one of us is still chewing I’ll call it ‘hot dog kiss’. Their kid hated when we kissed until I started doing this and now she thinks it’s adorable. Which is great because I’m trying to show her what a happy, healthy, and loving relationship should look like since she hasn’t had good examples in the past. Plus my partner thinks it’s adorable too and giggles when I do it.
We also intentionally mispronounce words. Hot dog is ‘hot dong’. Hamburger and ‘hahmberder’. Shit like that.