Forgot this one...
OK, me and the ex started well and faded badly. But in the beginning, there was muchos sexyness going on. One time, I was going off to finish my final year at uni so we had travelled to Liverpool to find me a room. In the end, I found one but couldn't sign until the following morning, so we spent the night in a hotel.

We went out drinking 1st, then back to the hotel. We tried every way that we'd seen/heard/thought about. It was going brilliantly. Mini Man was standing up well to just over 2 hours fun.

That was until the Ex wanted to try one she'd seen on some film. Facing each other, both lean back until you virually lying flat. Minimal movements but maximum pleasure.

Suddenly, the Ex had a sneezing fit. With Mini Me still in the house. A loud snapping noise. Things droop. We sleep.

Next morning, first slash of the day is pretty much pure blood. Queue 6 hours in a hospital waiting room. Then having to explain about having dirty sex and getting injured.

The cure; no sex for a month, and every erection was like having a javelin inserted up your Japs Eye.

Fun.
(gjb006, Tue 19 Jun 2007, 13:48, Reply)