You, Me and Bunny Makes Three

It’s not a typo. I actually do mean “You, Me and Bunny Makes Three”…not “You, Me and Baby Makes Three.” This past weekend M. Perfect and I took his little niece to Toys ‘R Us so she could pick out her own birthday gift. She’s absolutely adorable…curly blond hair, perfectly round face, well-mannered in a way that only well-bred children can be…a little fashionista with her cowboy boots and denim skirt. If I wanted kids, she’d be exactly what I would want. But did my uterus skip a beat? Not exactly, but it did cringe a little. Perhaps it’s the life stage I’m at or perhaps it’s a life choice, but I’ll take bunnies over children any day.

Of course, I don’t mean the Bugs Bunny kind of bunny. I mean “The Rabbit” kind of bunny. And it’s a fantastic and magical day when you introduce your guy to your Rabbit. You hope that any reasonable guy will invite The Rabbit into your late-night activities, rather than freak out about your extracurricular activities. And M. Perfect did not disappoint.

For any woman who has trouble reaching “The Big O” during intercourse (which is almost every woman I know), this is a viable alternative. No more staying at home or hiding to play with The Rabbit in private. No more sex without an orgasm. Now we really can have our cake and eat it too.

M. Perfect was pretty pleased too, and that’s how a good guy should feel about your first orgasm, even if it came with a little help. He is absolutely the most fantastic lover ever, but it’s just really hard for me to have an orgasm. He’s so good it takes my breath away…just thinking about it makes me want to stop writing and call him up for a booty call. Wait, I digress. Anyway, when we included The Rabbit in our repertoire, it took all of 10 seconds. Let me repeat, 10 seconds. And that was the first one. The second one was even better and lasted for what felt like minutes. Okay, I’m getting pretty distracted now, so let me leave you with a few concluding remarks.

You, Me and Baby = Three’s a Crowd

You, Me and Bunny = Three’s Company

Now there’s a ménage-a-trois I can get down with...or get off with.