Awwwuh! You should’ve told me your penis was sick…

So it’s like four o’clock in the morning, right?

And I’m awake (because of course I’m awake; I have a cat), so when my hubby stumbles down the hallway half-asleep, I call to him and he comes to me and we snuggle and wiggle and generally entwine in awkward-but-cozy ways and then, well…

My hands get a bit roam-y.

And he’s kinda half-asleep (but a certain part of him is WIDE awake ifyouknowwhatImean) but kinda purring and leaning into me while I pet his cock — and his cock is hard, like way harder than it’s been in a long time kind of hard, the kind of hard that is turgid and veiny and throbbing with its own swollen-ness — and then, suddenly:

Sharp intake of breath.
Gasp.
Groooaaaan…

?!?!

Neither of us realized it was going to happen right then.

He figured it out a fraction of a second too late, and I figured it out a fraction and a half after that.

Luckily, I pulled my hand away.

(Luckily, in a ‘none of his mess got on my hand’ kind of way, but also in a ‘well, at least it was kinda/sorta/partially ruined — go me! — kind of way.)

It was funny, kinda.

But it wasn’t supposed to happen.

And it was just…

Um. Well, have you ever dealt with a kid that’s eaten too much candy and then has a tummy ache?

It had *that* kind of sweetness about it.

: laugh :

And that kind of after-effect.

[insert puke-y noise here]

So I mean… What’s a girl gonna do?

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Well, _this_ girl just gave him a little pet on his still-stiff and guilty-looking dick (it is totally possible for a cock to look abashed, I swear; it was as if the protrusion knew it had fucked up) and said, “Awwwuh! You should’ve told me your penis was sick…”

He, of course, had the tense-rabbit stance of sleepily-befuddled prey waiting to be pounced on in the early morning pre-dawn dark, and wasn’t _quite_ following.

His barely-visible expression read something along the lines of: Sick? Whaaa…

So I clarified.

“I will leave your poor cock alone now,” I said, “since obviously when he gets too excited…

he throws up.”

You know that Dr Seuss book, Green Eggs And Ham? “I am Sam. Sam I am…”

Well, I’m a little late for the Food For Thought prompt about ‘one book’, but I have to say that the Sam I Am refrain has been running through my brain for several days (Dr Seuss was one of the reasons I fell in love with reading at a *very* early age — I was recognizing words at three years old) because of that prompt topic, so of course after this little… penis puke… incident, I’ve been mentally sing-songing Sick is dick. Dick is sick…

😛

(Because I’m ridiculous like that sometimes.)

So thank you, Floss and May, for the extra helping of humor that your prompt-I’m-too-late-for inspired. 🙂

And thank you, Kayla, for providing a hosted place to post the story behind it. 🙂

You ladies are much appreciated!

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