There's a moral here somewhere...
A little while ago I was a single floozy around town and was accustomed to having the odd one-night stand. Some of these were great fun whilst others were grim affairs which I would not have embarked on sober.

One such liaison involved a man who I shall christen Spitting Nick for his habit of spitting both on my face and on my bits while shagging me (unfortunately I didn't learn my lesson the first time and had three different nights with him-why oh why?!?!?).

I didn't like this but he didn't seem to care. It turned me off quite a lot in fact, so much so that it made my otherwise err juicy bits quite dry. Again- he didn't seem to care.

Spitting Nick humped away at me for quite some time while I was dry and not really enjoying it- I was trying really hard to moan and groan in the hope that it would turn him on so much that he'd come quickly and get off me as it was really beginning to chafe, my poor labia don't like being rubbed by a dry condom-clad erection!

Anyway he finally finished and I made up some rubbish about being busy so I could get rid of him. I had a bath and felt a throbbing tenderness in my left labia, I tentatively put a hand to it and it felt weird, a bit bigger than usual. I had a look and it was slightly redder than the other, I was hungover and didn't really pay much attention beyond this.

On getting dressed and going downstairs for T4 and toast I sat down on a hard chair only to spontaneously burst into tears, my lady lips hurt A LOT!!

Much to my flatmates' amusement I went upstairs for a proper examination and was confronted by what can only be described as a bright purple sausage where my right 'lip' should have been. It looked JUST like a baboon's arse during mating season.

So now he's known as 'Spitting Nick who broke my minge', he'd be so proud if he knew!!!

My only regret is that even though my friends begged me to, I didn't take a picture...
(chemgirl, Fri 14 Jul 2006, 11:33, Reply)