With Valentine’s Day rapidly approaching I guess it is time for a not so romantic sex story.  I had a fellow blogger ask me to talk about my worst sexual experience. I still stand by my psychopath story but last summer I had an… ummm… injury somewhere no girl ever wants to have an injury.

Last summer, as many of you know, I made one final attempt to make things work with “Guy with the Smile.” Like the P¡nk song goes “White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight…” C’est la vie!  However, there is one thing I could say about him, giving credit where credit is due.  He was amazingly fun in the sack.  We had a great time when it came to sex and both had insatiable libidos.  In that respect we were perfect for each other.  I cared about him for far more important reasons but sex with him was FUN! Just one of the many perks of dating the same man for a year I suppose.

One night early in his visit, we sat down with a friend, played games, listened to music and polished off a half gallon of vodka.  We stumbled home a short time after and started messing around.  Sex was off the table because we were both beyond wasted but we still got naked and did everything but.  I straddled him with my girl bits in his face a started giving him head.  Rather than making our endeavor a true 69 he started fingering me fast and hard with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other.  He was actually pressing into me so hard that I had to stop sucking his dick and set myself to keep from falling face first into the mattress.

After several minutes of this I felt myself tightening up, dropped my hips closer to his chest and came.  Fluid ran down his hand and dripped off his fingers.  He is never really sure how he feels about my squirting but in this instance he seemed pretty proud of himself.  I climbed off of him and grabbed him a towel and plopped down next to him in the bed, my hand slowly stroking him as we leisurely kissed and chatted until his eyes got heavy. He rolled on his side, pulled me against him and quickly fell into slumber.

The next morning I got up and headed to the bathroom.  As I started to pee I felt an excruciating stinging sensation that stopped my flow instantly. I again started to pee only to feel the surge of pain once more.  I cannot begin to accurately describe how much pain I was in. I gingerly dabbed toilet paper at my vagina to dry myself which also hurt like hell.  “WTF?” I mumbled to myself.  I stood up and dug through my makeup bag to find my compact. I opened the little mirror and began scanning for what I assumed was a small tear somewhere. What I found was actually gave me a minor anxiety attack.

Just below my clit was a deep scratch about half an inch long.  GwtS had actually gouged a piece of skin from one of the most sensitive areas of my pussy.  “Fucking vodka,” I mumbled as touched around the area and winced.  Stood back up to find the pain had not subsided.  I went back to bed and pulled back the sheets to find a sizeable blood stain.  “Awesome!” I exclaimed in disgust.  GwtS lifted his head and smiled at me. I glared at him. “Come here,” he said pulling backing into bed, completely oblivious to the fact that I was hurt, pissed and wanted to punch him it face.

As I snuggled back into bed he pressed himself into me, thrusting gently against my ass.  “I am tired,” I whined. Undeterred, he reached around and started rubbing the inside of my upper thigh working closer and closer to the sweet spot.  I quickly swung my legs to the edge of the bed and grabbed a pair of lounge pants. “Are you mad at me?” he asked. “No,” I lied. “My stomach is upset and I am going to see if Jan and Jim have anything.” “I’ll come with you,” he said.  I got up and walked to Jan and Jim’s.

I was sort of worried and I needed to ask someone what I should do.  Jan my second mother was not the person I wanted to ask any more than she wanted to hear about my escapades from the evening before.  That was one of the most awkward conversations I have ever had.  She suggested I wait it out.  I was in a significant amount of pain and after denying sex to the man I typically had sex with three or four times a day for two days straight he demanded I tell him what was wrong.  We have always been open about sex because we enjoyed each other so much so I told about my poor pussy boo boo.  He laughed but was truly apologetic for hurting me and I still didn’t have sex with him for two more days.  I suspect that is why he extended his visit by a week.

With the exception of having an episiotomy that is the single most painful thing I have ever had happen to my poor girl parts.  It hurt to pee and walk for almost a week. GwtS  clipped his nails the day I told him and made sure to point that out to me several times over the next few days. Every time he mentioned it Jan would give me this weird look and I would just burst out laughing.