Monday, February 26, 2007

Tissue? I Hardly Even Know You!

Sleepy early Sunday morning sex.

Sitting on top of the boy, things are moving along just swimmingly. Everything feels just right, I’m getting into my groove.

“Achooooo!” I feel a spray of snot on my right tit.

“Um. Bless you?” I think this is the appropriate reponse to a mid-coital sneeze.

Except, then he reached for the tissues.

I stopped moving and just stared at him, not really sure what to do next. “Don’t stop, don’t stop” he begged, as he blew a fresh wad of snot into a Kleenex.

I continued to fuck the shit out of him as the Kleenex was tossed aside.

I guess there’s such a thing as being a little too comfortable. :)

6 comments:

Betty said...

I'll say so.

emily said...

I have to be honest - this grossed me out just a bit. Then again, I haven't been too comfortable in quite a while. Sigh.

i like cheese said...

Yea. I wasn't exactly going for delicate and tasteful in that last post ;)

I've actually never been one for being "too comfortable", so being able to do it now, with the person I'm doing it with, is pretty great. Snot and all :)

kristen said...

the fact that you could keep going after that is admirable...

i think i would have fallen over laughing...

i like cheese said...

Ha. Yea, I've probably just become immune to his antics.
One thing about life with Beehive...there's never a dull moment ;)

DrunkBrunch said...

Go girl.