• Sex in the car

    spanky monkey [sign in to see picture]
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    There is a bit of lead up to this one, bear with me. What follows contains material of a somewhat graphic nature:

    The day after the prom my junior year of HS, (a night of such debauchery it merits a seperate story), I literally crawled to the doctor my nuts hurt so bad. After a somewhat humiliating exam, I was prescribed some horse pill for "repetitive stress injury" and banned from sex for a week. Obviously, forbidding a 17-year old from sexual activity for a week is just plain cruel. My girlfriend and I had been on a pretty rigorous 5-times a day schedule, and to be on the DL like that was torture.

    On the last night of my medication, the car ride from her house to mine was getting interesting. It was after a dinner party at her place, so she was dressed to kill: A-line skirt with garters, a tantalyzingly low-cut blouse, and we were teasing each other all the way home. By the time we pulled in my driveway, my hormones were carbonated and I was ready to burst. We pulled into my driveway and she put the car in park, unbuttoned my pants and slid them down to my knees. Then, after a week of abstinence, she began to stroke.

    You know that point when you *know* you are about to come? That point of no return where for 4 or 5 seconds all time stops and it feels as if you are falling off the edge of the world, then you come and there is a wonderful denoument that brings reality back into focus? Well, whatever medication I was on must've, for lack of a better turn of phrase, gummed up the works. Those 4 or 5 seconds of bliss turned into 10 seconds. Then 15. Then 20, 25. The pleasure wouldn't shift from orgasmic to relief, and I thought I was going to die. I thought my heart was going to explode, my lungs were going to burst, and the coroner was going to have one hell of a story to tell. Then: an explosion from somewhere significantly south of my heart, and the sound of some projectile whizzing past my ear and impacting on the rear windshield.

    I was vaguely aware of the riots of laughter from the driver's seat, but I couldn't respond. I was numb from the waist down and was gasping for oxygen, shapes were going in and out of focus and I felt buzzed, exhausted, and strangely euphoric, like I hadn't truly been alive until that moment.


    Muz333 [sign in to see picture]
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    Yeah, I think we all want to know what type of medication this was!

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