Originally Posted by STD

Here's a true story from a hetero relationship.

My lady and I shower - A lot.

We shower before, after and even during sex.

We were having sex one night and she was in the mood for anal. I never ask for anal from her it has to be up to her. I enjoy it, but if it were never offered again I wouldn't cry about it (but I do enjoy it when she wants it, cuz it's obviously getting her off and it is "naughty").

We were both in quite acrobatic mode - switching from sucking to fucking to foot-jobs to wanking to tit-fucking to all-sorts. In other words, it weren't a normal lie back and think of England fuck.

We showered between bouts, but not between all bouts, of penetration (guess we got carried away a little).

Next day, she felt ill but went to work.

Next day, she felt worse, but still went to work.

Next day she was sent home from work and I left my work to pick her up.

Next day she was feverish and I took her to the doctor. He took a blood test and we went home.

A couple of hours later he phoned me and asked if I was OK to drive.

I said I was and he said that was good cuz she had to get to the hospital fast and an ambulance travelling out and back would waste time.

Within an hour, she was in hospital and under more drips than a melting glacier.

Her kidneys were on the point of shut-down and even an hour or two later could have spelled her death.

Message to the girls:

Always wipe front-to-back.

There are some nasty bugs in there.

Bollox to all this plastic-porn-film ass to mouth nonsense.