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One morning, I found myself in a hazy state, shuffling into the kitchen to greet the day.
There she was, my lovely wife, surrounded by the aroma of brewing coffee and the promise of a delicious breakfast.
But what caught my eye was her attire—or lack thereof.
Clad only in the oversized t-shirt she usually wore to bed, she presented a sight that could easily stir a man’s imagination.
As I stumbled in, barely coherent, she turned to me with a softness in her voice that sent a jolt through my drowsy mind.
“You must make passionate love to me this very instant,” she murmured, her eyes dancing with mischief.
In that moment, my sleepy haze evaporated, replaced by a surge of excitement and disbelief.
Was this real life, or merely a continuation of my dream world?
Nevertheless, I seized the opportunity, for if fortune favored me, this could indeed be a day to remember.
With a heart pounding and adrenaline coursing through my veins, I embraced her fervently, allowing passion to guide me as we found ourselves entwined on the sturdy kitchen table.
It was a moment of pure spontaneity, fueled by desire and the promise of an unforgettable morning.
Yet, as quickly as it began, it ended, leaving me both exhilarated and slightly bewildered.
With her t-shirt still draped around her neck, she calmly returned to her cooking, as if nothing extraordinary had just occurred.
Brimming with manly pride, I couldn’t help but inquire about the unexpected turn of events.
“What was all that about?” I asked, searching for answers amidst the remnants of our impromptu rendezvous.
With a shrug, she revealed the truth behind her sudden passion,
“The egg timer’s broken.”
