Nipples
Years ago, my husband decided he wanted to get his nipples pierced, as one does. Down to the most reputable tattoo place in town we went (and it was actually very nice), into the piercing room went the husband, and metal was introduced to flesh.

Sexy and fabulous, right? Well, except for when I woke up late that same night, feeling a warm dampness on my back. I turn on the lights to discover that one of the spouse's newly adorned nipples has sprung a leak and there is blood all over him, me and the bed. He, naturally, is fast asleep.

I wake him, we clean up and then get to stopping the bleeding. Unfortunately, we are out of plasters. One 'feminine hygiene product' and a bit of tape later and it's back to bed again.

In the morning, he stumbles out of bed, puts on some jeans and goes to make some coffee. The roommate gives him a curious look and asks why he has a pantyliner taped to his chest. I'm wondering how long it would have taken him to realise otherwise.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 17:06, Reply)