me: "did you use my loofah?"

him: "no, i did not use your loofah."

me" "it's wet."

him: "and?"

me: "girly man."

him: "fuck you."

me: "fuck YOU."

him: "you know what? i DID use your little loofah. and you know what else? i washed my balls with it. it felt gooood. so wah wah wah." *sticking tongue out*

me: "i hate you."

him: "that's not what you say when i'm blowing your back out."

****

him: "my phone isn't working right."

me: "what's it doing?"

him: "it keeps shutting off."

me: "charge it."

him: "that's not it."

me: "whatever."

**10 minutes later**

me: "did you figure out what was wrong with it?"

him: "yeah....the battery was low."

me: "i told you."

him: "you didn't tell me shit. shut up."

me: "bite me."

him: "oh, i plan to."

me: "freak."

him: "you love it."

****

him: "i'm not gonna be the one to explain sex to our kids when they walk in on us."

me: "psh. whatever."

him: "i'm gonna enjoy watching you try though. 'mommy, why are you naked?' 'mommy, why are you on the table naked?' 'mommy, why is daddy's face in your va-jay-jay while you're naked on the table?'"

me: "cause daddy wanted dessert before dinner."

****

that's black interracial love, y'all.

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