OUCH!!
3:23AM on July 12, 2009
So, as I pick up the story, we are in the hotel room, in the middle of some "getting ready to leave/we got 10 minutes" fucking; if things hadn't already gotten very hot and heavy, the intensity alone would've set off the smoke alarms. She's on the bed, on her back, legs WAY up in the air; not quite on my shoulders but damn close. She's on the edge of the bed, damn near falling off of it; but does that stop me? HELL NO!! I go a little harder, stroke a little deeper, until, finally, we do tumble onto the hotel room floor. But, again. does that stop me? HELL NO!! So we continue on the floor doin the damn thing.
Finally, she is just at the point of orgasm, so I increase the depth and angle of my stroke to get that nut outta here and she suddenly explodes. But, when she does she thrusts her hips upward and clamps her legs around my waist. Caught in the wave of her orgasm, and subsequent hip thrusts, I'm push upward, also. Upward, onto the waiting corner of the door of the entertainment center that we happen to be laying at the base of. Suddenly, I feel something VERY sharp dig into my back and "scoop" a good portion of skin from my back. But with the intensity of her cumming and the strength of her, already, powerful thighs, I was a slave to her orgasm, meaning my upward swing continued and more skin was peeled from my back like a rip banana.
At that point, my screams of "OH FUCK" and the look of sheer pain on my face alerted her to the fact that my screams were NOT screams of passion, but screams of utter agony. Once, the convulsions of her orgasm were over and I was released from the nutcracker-like grip of her thighs, I was able to scramble to the bathroom to assess the damage my back had just received; and it was nasty. As Bernie Mac would say, I was dug right down to the "white meat"; I mean several layers of skin were lost and the bleeding was, uncontrolable, to say the least. To add insult to injury, the skin that, once, resided on my back, could STILL be seen stuck to the corner of the solid oak entertainment center door.
After bloodying several Marriott towels, several cleanings and several MORE screams of pain the bleeding was contained and my back was sufficiently dressed. Now you are probably saying, why didn't I go to emergency? Well, thats just me being hard headed; we were on our way to party and were already running late (for obvious reasons) so it was time to just "suck it up" and keep it moving.
A great time was had at the party and an even greater time was had AFTER the party, even with my back being SUPER sore in that spot (it STAYED sore for a whole week after). But, I am left with a permanent reminder of that night. So, fam, have you suffered any physical injuries during the course of relations, either permanent or temporary? The floor is open....
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