20s|mdni|HIATUS| my little memory box for eddie.

Eddie is the type of husband to ask you for a “little sneak peak” so you flash him one titty, and he pouts because the other one is going to get jealous. So you flash him the other one and he goes “No, no do the titty drop thing,” just testing his luck trying to see how much of a show he can get. You relent, making it all slow motion while his mouth is agape and he reaches out his hands like he’s going to touch them and you smack him away and laugh and say “No, you said a sneak peak, not a touch! Now leave me alone so I can cook supper!” And he walks away with a smile and his bottom lip in his mouth and his hands behind his back like a little kid who just got in trouble.

Eddie is the type of husband to walk up to you and say “Hey, you wanna see my cock?” And you’re like “Eddie, I’m trying to work on our taxes.” and he puts his hands up in resignation and responds “Okay, I was just checking! …you sure?” And you groan while looking at the ceiling and say “Oh, my god!” and he’s like “Okay, okay, okay! I was just making sure, I know how you get.” And all you can do is roll your eyes at him and giggle while he mumbles, “Just let me know if you change your mind.” You ask to see his cock later that night.

Eddie is the type of husband to always need to use the restroom when you’re in the shower. Even if you asked him beforehand. Even if he went beforehand. And he always pulls the shower curtain back and either asks “Whatcha doin’ in there?” Or he just goes “Mmm!” And then leaves. Sometimes he’ll poke your ass. Sometimes he’ll ask, “Wanna see my cock? It’s already out.” Sometimes you even say yes! He will always follow up with “Wanna touch it?” He just wants to make sure he’s not leaving you hangin’ 🤷🏻‍♀️🤭 You touch it later that night.

Eddie is the type of husband to “accidentally” drop something in front of you so he can bend over and tease you with his ass in the air like he sees the women on the TV shows do while saying “Oops, silly me always dropping stuff!” While he makes a show of bending over and shaking his ass and looking back at you coyly until you smack it. He stands back up straight with nothing in his hands to show for it.

Eddie is the type of husband to walk past and smack your ass and say “No, that one didn’t feel right,” and smack it again until it makes a satisfactory *crack* sound. Sometimes he’ll even instruct you like, “Stick it out a little more, I can’t get it good like that.”