A right bloody mess
Many moons ago when I was at uni, I boosted my meagre student income by working behind the S.U. bar. Now our uni was proper shit, a hell hole of town featured in the '7 worst places to live in UK' program that we enjoyed in our first week there. So, everyone would drink in the safe haven of the SU bar. And being behind the bar, generally meant easy sex.

So one time after a nights of hard drinking, i mean, working, I went home with the lovely Sarah. Sarah and I had met the week before, exchanged a snog and then, a week later, we decided to spend the night.

Luckily her house was not so far, so in 10 mins, we were back to hers. a few pleasantries with the housemates before off up to bed. Great, Sarah wasn't the brightest spark but she looked filthy. And that she was.

So we got at it, all fun, but having had a few beers, I wasn't going to come and was starting to get bored. I don't know if Sarah sensed this but she climbs off and starts giving 'oral relief'. Now I definitely won't come. Getting more bored, we both stop, she's immediately gets up and disappears for half an hour. Sensing I may have offended her, I start to fall asleep, as well I didn't care that much. Until when she gets back and I need the loo.

When I get there, I look at the bloody mess that is my genitalia in horror, fearing she'd bitten something she shouldn't have. Until I spot tongue marks around the tops of my legs. Damn it, she's bled on me and tried to lick the evidence away. Feeling slightly sick, but still wanting to sleep, I wash up and head back to bed. "Oh, you came on then..." "No" she says...

Told the story to a mate behind the next week, he took her home within 20 mins...
(CornishStanley can't post hyperlinks, Tue 19 Jun 2007, 14:24, Reply)