And Then I Peed On His Foot.

One thing the boyfriend and I are in total agreement on is the need to shower before sexy time. Since this means I've never had to suffer through having a stinky pit crammed in my face I'm truly grateful.

Occasionally we like to conserve water and shower together. Since we`re no longer 20 year olds, this also ensures that whoever had their shower first can`t fall asleep while the second one showers. Last night was one of those times.

Now boyfriend only has a shower stall. You know - one of those 3 foot by 3 foot don't even think about ladyscaping shaving your legs in there - upright coffins? Yeah, that.

As I stepped into the coffin shower, the running water reminded me I had forgotten to go pee first. But since he had already washed his hair and balls whatnot I figured oh well, he's not going to be in here much longer.  Except he was and we ended up in some sort of weird standoff.

Boyfriend: I thought you showered before you came over.

Me: Well yeah, but I wanted to freshen up. It's not every weekend that Aunt Flo is out of town and we've got no kids.

Boyfriend: Okay, are you almost done?

My Brain: I've really got to pee. I could get out and go - but then I won't have that fresh clean feeling. I hope he's going to be done soon, I've really got to go.

Me: Almost, I'm just enjoying the nice warm water. (Usually his idea of warm is my idea of cold.)

Boyfriend: You aren't even standing under the spray.

My Brain: That's because I don't want to stand over your foot, and are you just about done? I'm getting a cramp in my bladder.

Me: I was being polite and letting you have your turn.

Then nature, running water and and too many drinks - whiskey and about 2 litres of Diet Pepsi - took over. That's right - I peed on his foot.

So then I finished freshening up and got out. Turns out the boyfriend needed the extra space to do some manscaping.

I'm not sure if he knows I peed on his foot and I'm not asking.

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