We all probably like to think the moment
ouf our conception
was a beautiful
thing, but when we bring into consideration the type of sex that we have (in the back seat
s of car
s, trying somthing a bit kinky
with the SO
, etc...), we must realize that, chances are, we were concieved like that...
I like to think
of my conception taking place in a medow during spring
(even though I was born in June, making this a statistical impossibility, especially knowing that I was a month premature
s chirping, the flower
s in bloom around the couple (I always view them as sort of a flesh
colored fuzzy blob cause who really wants to picture their parents having sex?
) there are bushes, and soft green grass
, in the distance there are elves
making tasty snacks in a tree
... well, you get the idea.
No one wants to think
that they were concieved while their dad
was chained to the bed, and your mother
was in a black leather girdle
yelling "You're a bad boy
!, a very naughty
Now that you've got that image in your head...