Apr 17, 2009

True Love

The plan was simple, dance until late, return to my place and snuggle the night away with a lazy sleep in.

Yes, it was a school night and the lazy sleep in was to be on a Friday morning but I am the boss so fuck off back to work and don't question why I am late ok?

As I gently woke from my slumber and peered through bleary eyes at the alarm clock there was a confused recognition that the numbers were much lower than they should have been. 0700? What is that all about? Where has my bed warmer run off to? What is it with female bladders and early morning toilet runs? Wonder if she is getting ready to surprise me in that way of ways? Hmmmmm, warm bed....sleepy.

"Fuck...Oh no...Fuck Fuck Fuck" she mutters from the bathroom.

Cold tiles? Splashed cold water on her self?

"You ok?"

"Nope...I am early!"

It is 7am, damn right you are early I think. Then the penny drops...the red dragon is in the house.

"So much better than being late!" I quip back.

"True, but I am not prepared. I am like clockwork and this is 24 hours early, I have nothing with me..."

I know what this means. This is that moment when I get to find out the most intimate details. The whole plugs or planks discussion, mini, maxi, regular, wings or installation thing-a-ma-jigs...

"Do you want me to run up the shops" I enquire pulling on shorts and a shirt. My sleep-in dashed on the rocks of a feminine hygiene product emergency.

The specifications are given and I depart to the nearest Coles looking every bit like a man just out of bed.

As I get out of the car I am reminded that in my haste to clothe myself I neglected to step into underpants. The reminder comes in the form of a light brush of drilled cotton shorts on the tip of my knob.

A head conversation ensues like so;

Penis: Morning!! (stretching out to greet the day)
Head: Oh damn...forgot about you...em, can we save the morning greeting for about 15 minutes?
Penis: What's happening?...hmm, like this fabric, makes me tingle (now rubbing against the inside of the shorts like a cat weaving between your legs when asking for attention)
Head: Hey! quit it. We are shopping for girly stuff, this is not the time to look aroused.
Penis: but I am aroused....look at ME! (springing to full salute)
Head: but I am not so back to sleep for a while ok?
Penis: Too late! Hey, did the check out chick just glance at me?
Head: Fuck I hope not...I must look like a total perve.
Penis: pretty sure she just saw me waving at her...
Head: I am going to beat you when we get out of here..
Penis: I love it when you talk dirty...
Head: NOT like that!
Penis: Too late, I am ready for what ever you can give me!

So there I am, with an unrestrained, attention seeking boner, be dazzled by a million colourful packets of pads and tampons and wanting to die. I make my selection and dash for the check out.

The name tag introduces her as Amy, she is as flustered and flushed in the cheeks as I am. There is a brief mental exchange between us where I exert my full jedi will on this young and impressionable mind...

Amy: Is that what I think it is???...
Me: Yep, you saw it and no I am not stealing a Salami..
Amy: Do I need to call security???..
Me: No, no need for security, this is not the boner you are looking for..
Amy: No, this is not the boner I am looking for..."$5.70 please.."

I pay and leave as fast as I can. Knob straining against my shorts as I trot to the car.

What a way to start the day.

10 comments:

unique_stephen said...

Amy: Do I need to call security???..
Me: No, no need for security, you should be able to handle this one on your own

Fanny F said...

You deserve man of the year for volunteering to go buy her emergency supplies, but even more so for your ability to fully maintain an erection under the glare of the supermarket lights in the feminine hygiene section.

Josh said...

Unique_Stephen If I was awake and had full blood flow to the brain, I probably would have used that mind trick..

Fanny F Well thanks for the vote. As for the erection, I seem to be able to maintain wood in the most inappropriate situations.

Miss N said...

Well I for one would make you breakfast after that little journey - and if it wasn't a school day breakfast would last until at least lunch..

**and my word verification is DICALIT*..

Kitty said...

yuck! why do bloggers have to talk about periods?

it's fucking grooooooss.

boners on the other hand, is fine.

fancy slipping one into me darling?

xx

Steph said...

Oh I've missed you!! I wish I saw kinkeh men with hard on's when I do my grocery shopping.

Bless your cotton socks!!

fingers said...

I think I'd have sacrificed one of those blessed cotton socks rather than dash up to the tampon shop at 7am...

Ms Smack said...

haaha aren't you a sweet-heart rescuing her from Aunt Flo.

Great that she's early and not late too! LOL

And, that knob thing really happens to guys? wow...i'd laugh, not AT it, at the situation..

great post!

Josh said...

Miss N Personally, I don't really need such excuses to have a nice breakfast.

Kitty Hey, wasn't my period and thought it was more about my boner than anything.

Steph Good to see you drop by. Plenty of kinkeh here for you my dear.

Fingers you get points for lateral thinking but think I may have struggled to convince her it was a good solution.

Miss Smack It happens, right down to the conversations. Well for me at least. I am never alone :)

Dagny said...

LMFAO