Wet Willy

N. gave me a TMI award.  I like him.  If you read me, you know that.  I get warm when I think about him...
But.
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.

I'm about 18, and pretty inexperienced, but very enthusiastic.  He's 23.  It's Maui.  Have you been?  It's nice.

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.