

I remember early on in my first marriage, I was making out with a girl and I paused with my hand on her thigh.
"Do you want me to take my ring off?" I asked sincerely. After all, she didn't need to be reminded that I was married constantly.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she said, parting her thighs and drawing my hand between them. "That wedding ring stays on, so I can feel it inside me when you finger me. That's so fucking hot."
And so it did, and so I did, and my god was she right.