Blessed Relief
Undressing in the dark is a dangerous thing. I didn't trip and injur myself (did that last night & broke a couple of toes). This was a while back, after an evening of weed, beer and playstation. Being rather wasted, I staggered upstairs to join my beloved for some sweet shut-eye. I left the light off so as not to disturb the princess while I undressed. Settling under the duvet, I adopted the usual sleeping pose (one hand on crotch) when I noticed a strange shape on the side of little Greencloud. Long story short (it's 17:30 and I'm going home) I spent about twenty minutes contemplating how I would break the news of penile cancer to my fiancee when the 'lump' I was fingering suddenly burst in my hand. Cue a rush to the bathroom and the title feeling when I realised that what had burst was the mother of all zits and not the cock-eating galloping knob-rot I had feared. Moral of the story? sweaty balls aren't just off-putting to ladyfolk, they're bloody dangerous!
Please excuse the length, it's frequently washed.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Tue 18 Jul 2006, 17:34, closed)