Blood
Like a scene from The Exorcist, I once spewed a stomach-full of blood all over a charming nurse as I came round after a major dental operation. Tell us your tales of red, red horror.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:39)
Like a scene from The Exorcist, I once spewed a stomach-full of blood all over a charming nurse as I came round after a major dental operation. Tell us your tales of red, red horror.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:39)
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With an ex...
As baw_bag's story reminded me, making sweet love whilst the painters are in, is often unpleasant.
A few years back, whilst seeing my first proper girlfriend, we were getting a bit frisky on the sofa downstairs when she decided she wanted me there and then.
As I knew she was painting the town red, I was adamant that my hobbit was not venturing into the crack of doom on such an afternoon, as memories came flooding back of a previous experience where she forgot to take her plug out and a long time was spent retrieving it... *shudders* (and no I do not understand the logistics myself, she was tiny and I am definitely not)
But she kept going on and on til I gave up and made sure she gave herself a wipe and removed the previous occupant. So we went at it a while on the floor, a bit of rolling and such. Some fun was had, not by me, she was rubbish... Finished up just in time as her mum got home, so I scurried upstairs and left the ex to tidy up as any loving boyfriend shit-scared of parentals would.
All was fine, nothing was out of place I thought. Her mum called us down for dinner a while later and I sat and ate my jacket potato with relish as it was the most interesting part of my day, had a quick chat with the mum and then me and the ex scurried back upstairs.
"Oh...My...FUCKING...GOD!"
I spin around... "WHAT?!" I yell in utter shit-your-pants-surprise.
"Your....your back!"
Yes, I had rolled over onto a used tampon and the back of my shirt was utterly covered in blood, then I had sat and had dinner with the mother whilst not having a clue.
I never thought it was possible to die from embarrassment but I'm certain I came within a flea's whisker.
and I'm certain a few flea's came in their own.
Apologies for length, I don't know how she took it with one already in either.
( , Fri 8 Aug 2008, 5:00, Reply)
As baw_bag's story reminded me, making sweet love whilst the painters are in, is often unpleasant.
A few years back, whilst seeing my first proper girlfriend, we were getting a bit frisky on the sofa downstairs when she decided she wanted me there and then.
As I knew she was painting the town red, I was adamant that my hobbit was not venturing into the crack of doom on such an afternoon, as memories came flooding back of a previous experience where she forgot to take her plug out and a long time was spent retrieving it... *shudders* (and no I do not understand the logistics myself, she was tiny and I am definitely not)
But she kept going on and on til I gave up and made sure she gave herself a wipe and removed the previous occupant. So we went at it a while on the floor, a bit of rolling and such. Some fun was had, not by me, she was rubbish... Finished up just in time as her mum got home, so I scurried upstairs and left the ex to tidy up as any loving boyfriend shit-scared of parentals would.
All was fine, nothing was out of place I thought. Her mum called us down for dinner a while later and I sat and ate my jacket potato with relish as it was the most interesting part of my day, had a quick chat with the mum and then me and the ex scurried back upstairs.
"Oh...My...FUCKING...GOD!"
I spin around... "WHAT?!" I yell in utter shit-your-pants-surprise.
"Your....your back!"
Yes, I had rolled over onto a used tampon and the back of my shirt was utterly covered in blood, then I had sat and had dinner with the mother whilst not having a clue.
I never thought it was possible to die from embarrassment but I'm certain I came within a flea's whisker.
and I'm certain a few flea's came in their own.
Apologies for length, I don't know how she took it with one already in either.
( , Fri 8 Aug 2008, 5:00, Reply)
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