If you could have peeked into the bathroom that night at approximately 8:15 pm, here’s what you would have seen:
A naked woman with her leg up on the edge of the bathtub, working her fingers deep inside her vagina. Her face in the mirror looks worried and ever so slightly annoyed. Perhaps a bit more than ever so slightly, actually. Her fingers fish but come up empty. The woman then rapidly squats on the floor with her heels spread wide and her fingers resting lightly on the toilet lid.
Would you care to look away at this point? I suggest that you do.
When you check back in on our bathroom heroine five minutes later, you’ll see her bent over, picking a small squishy translucent something off the floor with a tissue and depositing it in the trash can.
“Did you get it?” she’s asked when she exits the bathroom, a towel clutched to her chest.
“Yeah, I finally got it out.”
“Where was it?”
“Where do you think it was? It was jammed practically clear up to my neck!”
He laughs nervously. “I’m fixed; you remember that, right?”
“I’m fixed too. I’m not worried about us having a child.” She hugs him.
“No, we won’t be parents together.”
“Are you worried about disease?” she asks, looking at him in the eye.
“No! Not at all! I trust you.”
She turns away, hiding another slightly-annoyed look.
“This happened once before when I kept going after I came. I don’t get soft, but I shrink enough that I guess the condom just slides off.”
“I guess so,” she answers, and makes a note to call her doctor first thing in the morning.
And him, not at all.
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This happened long ago. I’m fine. It’s not about him.
What a jerk. He knew EXACTLY what might happen and he risked your health potentially.
I always ask for a both of us to get the whole std blood test workup BEFORE I have sex with anyone. I know I don’t have anything. I hope he doesn’t. I feel more comfortable with both of us proving it. It’s chased away one or two men, but who needs them anyway if they aren’t willing to show they are clean !?!
Annie: yeah
I trust a blood workup more than a condom.
And I’m a document specialist. I can tell if somebody’s trying to do the Dan Rather-MSWord bullshit. If the document seems wrong, I’ll call the lab and ask them how the documents they send out are formatted.
err… I tend to be suspicious of people until I identify them as trustworthy.
(For the record: AAG= trustworthy :o)
Heh, Gadfly, getcher nose outta my ass.
:)
Cause, you know, I’ve got other things I’d prefer that you’d put there.
:D
Please woman!
You know I’ll say anything to get in your panties. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?
*chuckles and huggles*
Beg, baby.
:)
*getting down on both knees and holding hands together*
*looking up with big brown puppy dog eyes*
Please, please AAG. Can I PLEASE spank your ass pink and then fuck it while whispering “you’re my pretty little whore”?
PLEEEEAAAASE!
Gadfly,
People are gonna start talking.
:)
You realize I’m no longer an ass-virgin, right? Do you still lurve me?
Gadfly…AAG,
Get a room.
With a window please.
Gadfly,
He says we should get a room.
Whaddya say?
:)
Any time
Any place
Who do I have to kill?
:D
PS: I know a way you are still a virgin. If I ever get a chance, I’ma do it to you.
*contemplative evil smirk*
How? How am I still a virgin?
*trembling*
yeah gadfly please enlighten us
Hehehehe…
A big vibe on “high” in the ass
Produces what I like to call
The Amazing Vibrating Pussy
You’re lying there, ass stuffed and buzzing furiously. Your thighs spread, awaiting your lover to lay between them…
And then he is over you… covering you … on top of you… entering the primary orifice.
I would love to show you some day :D
*gulp*
:)
I should do a blog post on that and title it “The VP Treatment”