Last night, when we were supposed to be having a sleep over without any "physical activity", we forgot the agreement and were soon not sleeping. At one point, I fell out of the bed because I am just plainly that dorky...and klutzy...and I kind of slipped off the edge, banging my elbow on the platform frame. It actually still hurts.
But I feel like it's been a long time since I gave my loyal readership of two something to laugh at. So there you go; laugh with me please because I'm giggling as I write this.
Oh, and K laughed with me at first then grew very concerned and caring when it became clear my arm was a little tender after all. When I said I was completely embarrassed, he eased my discomfort.
Gotta say this, H:
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It's happened to all of us. (Well, 'cept for that one apartment where I slept on a blanket on the floor.) One reason I always reserve a little skepticism for story and movie love scenes is that they never have:
"Ow! OW!"
"Hey, move, you're on my hair!"
"Oh, hang on, foot cramp, arg arg arg I hate these."
"Let's roll over and oops oh darn."
"God, sorry, is that cold?"
"I don't know what you're doing but you fell out a while ago."
"Stop stop I don't bend that way!"
Sex is awkward and tangled and oh my word if you do it right at *all* it's hugely messy... but it's still the best way for two people to say what needs to be said. Falls and all.