Mash me up and love me down

I've heard a story that will have you sick to your stomach at the Thanksgiving table this year.

I entitle this mash me up and love me down in honor of my first freaked out Friday.

So a friend of mine, that I know very closely had been dating the same guy for almost three years; lets call her A. Without any of us even noticing it, time had flown by in their relationship, arguments were had, weight was gained, and eventually the romance was gone.

However, the void in their love life in the bedroom was nothinga little soul food couldn't fix, literally. No matter how much her and her boy toy bickered it seemed like the better their sex life had gotten. And I should know, I was A's roommate!

While I was curious what they did to keep the love alive and the bed room hot and interesting, I never thought to ask until one of our mutual friends gave me the dish! She had said that A had admitted to trying anything to keep things up with her dude, and proudly declared that that meant getting nasty!

Who knew that getting nasty would actually mean getting dirty! A and her man friend were bringing dinner dishes into their wild love making and indeed I need no further details. While our friend had heard some wild details about A's love life, I still don't know how much truth there is to this, and had to say that I admire A and her efforts. After all, they said food is the way to a man's heart.

I suppose just talking dirty just simply doesn't work anymore. "Mash me up and love me down"