A Not Exactly Shameless Confession

On more than one occasion, in the middle of very hot, very awesome sex, I have belted out three little words that do not normally come easily out of my mouth.

You probably know the three little words I mean, starts with I, ends with You, and the middle is that damn L word that gets so many people in trouble.

Whether I actually mean those words is beside the point, a girl would like to control when she first says those things to someone.

So I've been spending some time with a certain someone who has phenomenal sexual prowess. Sex with him is the kind of transcendent experience that Foucault talks about in the History Of Sex. It makes my brain go whoosh and my knees weak and I feel like giddy jello for days afterwards.

So naturally I am a bit scared that those three little words are going to come out of my mouth mid orgasm. I've been worried enough that I am having dreams about accidentally saying those three little words.

So the other day, after an early morning round of mind blowing orgasms, I fell asleep on the mind blower's chest and had dreams that I was saying things I shouldn't have been saying. What's worse is that sometimes I talk in my sleep (damn- must my subconscious keep trying to assert dominance despite my wishes?)

So when I woke up, a bit panicked, I asked if I had been talking in my sleep by any chance.

"No, why are you trying to hide something?"

Uhm, not exactly. I'm just trying to keep my subconscious in line, thank you very much.