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:
I'll say so.
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.
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 :)
the fact that you could keep going after that is admirable...
i think i would have fallen over laughing...
Ha. Yea, I've probably just become immune to his antics.
One thing about life with Beehive...there's never a dull moment ;)
Go girl.
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