Post #119809 by Satan's Sin on Fri, Oct 15, 2004 6:52 PM

Here is a charming ritual:

Before we had kids and my wife and I had acres of free time, we liked to go to the beach. My wife would open a bottle of wine, pour a glass, then splash a little wine onto the sand, all the while whispering strange, sweet words of praise and entreaty to King Neptune.

Then I would rip off her bikini and fall upon her like a wild animal.