Oops...
Way back when (i.e. pre-Mr. Anodyne times), I had a good mate, R. Things had always been a bit funny with us, we would date for a couple of weeks, then go back to being friends for a few months, then date again. However, on one of the times when we weren't dating, I went to a party at his, and met his friend P.

Fuelled by booze and oh, about half an hour of "accidentally" brushing against each other, P and I end up on the upstairs landing, pulling at each other's clothes like there's no tomorrow. Only one problem - we need to fuck now, before one of us accidentally sobers up or something, but where to go? R's room? Nah, that's probably disrespectful or something, given that I've already shagged him in there... his parent's room on the other hand, well, that's not disrespectful at all, right?

So after spending all night holed up in there going at it like the clappers, I woke up after a couple of hours sleep to find that unbeknownst to me, at some point the night before I'd come on my period. There was blood everywhere. Everywhere. I woke up P. Apparently he knew what had happened and thought it was "hot". So, after much discussion (and several more orgasms - don't look at me like that, the sheet was already a goner), we ran downstairs and legged it without telling R what had happened.

Thankfully, he managed to find the scene of devastation we had left and get it cleaned up before his parents came home, and because he is the least confrontational person on the planet, never even fell out with either of us (the man is a saint).

I am now hit with the sudden urge to buy him a rather large box of chocolates, all these years later. But not before I go for a lie down, I seem to have come over all flustered...
(BelladonnaAnodyne Melissa's gonna wet herself, I swear..., Thu 26 Aug 2010, 17:28, 1 reply)

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"holed up" -- you've invented a new phrase for shagging!
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 27 Aug 2010, 10:56, closed)