Feb. 19, 2007 (2)

It was too tight. Not comfortable. Oh God, get off.
I squirmed.
"What's wrong Jen?"
Oh shit, what do I say? Sorry but you're rippin' me a new one?
"Jen are you okay?"
Um...
"Do you think we can maybe switch places."
"Yeah. Sure baby. Whatever you like better."
Hmm...what I'd like better. Is thinner penis an option?
Issac moved from between my legs and settled down beside me.
I hurt like a shovel had been plowed into my vagina.
What the hell was sitting on top suppose to do?
I straddled Issac.
Shit. I only had two options now. Nestle down, or pretend to throw up.
Why didn't I eat more at dinner?
"Jen, what's wrong?"
Um...again.
"Nothing sweetheart, I was just thinking."
About vomiting.
I bent over and kissed Issac's chest, making my way up to his mouth.
Just keep your ass in the air, and there won't be any more problems.
I got to his lips. A little tongue; that'll do the trick. Where are my boobs?
Foreplay's always a good decoy.
Issacs arms folded around my back. His kiss got a little deeper.
Shit shit shit. He's trying to push me down. Grab the boobs man, just grab the g.d boobs!
"I have to pee."
It was the first sane thing that came to mind.
Issac let go of my waist as I pulled off of him.
"Oh. Okay."
I was already off the side of the bed though, grabbing my lacy pink panties off the ground.
Leg one, leg two, pull up, grab the robe, and run.
"Be right back."
"Sure."
Two seconds later I was in my bathroom, staring at the mirror.
My hair's a mess.
I sat down on the toilet seat and doubled over to see the damage.
Bleeding. I am actually bleeding the jackass.
I sat back up, got some tissue, and put it in my underwear.