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TIFU by saying “you’re my mammal” to my fiancé

Last night I was a mess. Drunk, upset. Had a heated argument with my family and was damn pissed. I got home and wanted to have sex with my fiancé. Like not the romantic one but borderline feral, rip me out of my head kinda

We got into it, he's on top and I wanted to say something hot and possessive like "you're my man." But for some ungodly reason "fucking animal" was also floating in my head. My dumbass brain tried to say both the words and I ended up moaning, "you're my mammal"

Mid. Fucking. Stroke.

He literally stopped while inside me and asked “IM YOUR WHAT?" I was sloshed but realised what I had said and tried to double down, "you're my uh, my strong, hot mammal." This man died laughing like he was gone. He literally rolled off me and laughed for 5 minutes straight. Still he got back into it and everytime he moved, he'd start wheezing again. After the sex was over I just turned over and knocked out.

Right now since we've woken up, the man hasn't shut up

"So l'm your mammal huh?"

"You know as your mammal, I can drive you to work"

I have never known shame like this.

TL;DR Called my fiance “my mammal” in the middle of sex and now I’m embarrassed as hell

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