N. gave me a TMI award. I like him. If you read me, you know that. I get warm when I think about him...
I don't think I'm actually going to inflict the TMI award on anyone else, as flattered and appreciative as I am. I love (sex) bloggers, but I kinda hate chain letters... So I won't be tagging anyone.
Here are the rules though, context for the story below: I'm supposed to write a short, embarrassing story, you know, TMI..(250 words or less), give the award to 5-10 blogs, and re-post the award rules.
TMI? I can do that.
Let's set the scene...
Maui. I've met this ridiculously cute guy- he's like if a very young Kurt Russell had a baby with Marky Mark... When he was Marky.
We have very hot, very active sex. That Cowgirl position? Reverse Cowgirl? This is the first I remember employing them.
Yeah. So anyway, I don't remember how many times I came, or much of anything, really, it was all overshadowed, you see.. (wait, I do remember that a friend was sleeping, or rather, not sleeping, nearby...but that's a different story)
Anyhoo- I passed out into floaty, deep, delicious sleep. I dreamt that I peed. Not the dream where you really have to go, and you're freaking because you can't find a bathroom. The other one, where everything is blissful, and warm, and suddenly .... .... ....
It's a mighty big wet spot. In bed with Kurt/Marky's love child.