Hang on, let me get the Tide Pen.

This happened to a friend of mine who shall remain nameless. Said friend went over to a fella’s house with whom she had sexual relations several times before.

Mid way through doing the deed, said friend noticed that her monthly visitor had arrived a few days earlier than she expected, and a drip or two of blood ended up on the sheets. The guy she was with stopped mid action and said, “Hang on.” He left to retrieve a TIDE PEN and proceeded to start treating the tiny blood spots. Apparently he just couldn’t wait to start treating that stain.

I guess sometimes removing a stain is more important than embracing a moment of intimacy. Needless to say, the tide pen incident killed the moment, and the lady promptly showed herself out.

SFAR.

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