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Truth can be stranger than fiction
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Truth can be stranger than fiction I recently left a comment on a “sweet” fellow bloggers post with a brief summary to the story I’m about to tell. I have wanted to tell the story for awhile because for one thing it’s true and for another it should give the readers of it insight into me. If you make it to the end leave me a comment letting me know if you could see yourself doing this. About ten years ago on a Friday night my then fiancé and I ordered some food for a “relaxing” start to a well deserved weekend off of work. I had been very tired in the past few weeks and it seemed to hinder my performance a bit so I quick talk with the “Doc” got me a sample of the notorious blue pill. We lounged on the living room floor enjoying our food picnic style. She was eating her salad and I my double pepperoni pizza while we watched a movie and I took the full dose not remembering that the Doc told me to cut it in half. When the movie finished it had started to rain so we went out onto the deck to listen to it fall though the trees. Early summer night, light rain falling through the trees, clean air with the slight smell of honeysuckle in the breeze. Oh and a cock hard enough to bust a concrete block. I stand behind her while she holds onto the handrail and begin to kiss the back of her neck as she feels my hardness pressing against her as my kiss moves to her earlobe. She removes a hand from the rail and with more grace than I had ever seen from her, drops both of our pajama bottoms to the floor at the same time. My hands slid up inside her top and cup her breasts as I entered her, my cock throbbing harder than it had in years I pulled her onto my like I never had before. The strengthening storm masked the sounds of our moans as animal lust took us over and we bagan slamming our bodies into one another until a sudden flash of lightning and a blast of thunder brought us back to our senses and we decided to continue this in the bedroom. Leaving her bottoms on the deck she ran upstairs stripping off her top on the way I tried to follow but stumbled on my bottoms as they were still around my ankles which allowed her to<b> take the lead. </font></b>When I caught up to her in the bedroom she was on all fours on the bed urging me to continue where we left off. No sooner I entered her a burning pressure in my chest broke all concentration. Heartburn? Now? WTF? I rolled off of her and asked if she could get the antacids from the master bathroom 6 feet away from the bed. She was halfway there and my left arm began getting “pins and needles”. Now knowing what this was I told her to instead get the aspirin and call for the paramedics. Yes I was having a heart attack and yes it was a massive one. Paramedics show up and rush me to the hospital as my pulse was still erratic. In triage the dreaded questions came up… ”Are you taking any medications?” The nurse asks “Yes 100mg of Viagra a handful of aspirin and the paramedics gave me nitro.” “Viagra? Were you having sex when this happened?” “Was he ever! …..Damn!” My fiancé exclaims. Nurse laughs and I’m on my way for an angioplasty and to be admitted for observation over the weekend……. Saturday morning I wake feeling ten years younger. I want to jump out of bed and go for a walk but I notice I have wires all over me and an IV in my arm so I stay in bed and contemplate what just happened to me when a nurse walks in. “Morning tiger! How are you feeling?” (I find out in a later conversation that gossip of my fiancés reply made it all the way up from the ER and has been the talk of the floor amongst the nurses) “I feel great! But I’m not sure I can just lie here all day.” I reply. “That’s no problem you are being monitored wirelessly because the doctor wants you up and walking around as much as you can so as soon as we check your incision you can get up.” As she bends over to get replacement gauze out of the cabinet I notice that part of me is getting up to greet the day already. When she lifts the sheets to check my incision she thankfully saved me the embarrassment by not commenting on the tent I was pitching right next to her hands. …right away. “Looks good” the nurse says as she clears her throat. “So my incision is okay?” I ask. “Oh that too” she smiles as she covers me back up. “Your fiancé asked that we call her as soon as you’re awake. Are you ready for a visitor?” “Are you kidding me? I’m ready to get out of here.” “Easy tiger. The doctor wants to talk to you on Monday before you are released.” “I’ll have the nurses’ station call your fiancé and then help you get out of bed while you wait for her.” As she walks out of the room. An hour, a walk, and an interesting conversation later my fiancé arrives. “How are you?” She asks. “I feel great, 10 years younger. I just want to go home and pick up where we left off.” “I’m not so sure we should be doing that, you just had a heart attack and I think I’d be scared that you’d have another.” “Well I’m already in the hospital. We can test it out here and if something happens the nurses will see it on the monitor.” “I don’t know.” As she slips her hand under the sheet I become rock hard in an instant. “Maybe we could try it in the bathroom?” I was out of bed in one movement grabbing my IV stand and whisking over to the bathroom in a flash before she had a chance to change her mind. We assume the same position we were in the night before on the deck but with her hands on the sink this time and both of us looking at each other in the mirror her jeans pulled down in an instant and we were going at it like never before. Trying to keep our voices down for fear of alerting the nurses she bites her lip until she can’t keep it in any longer “Oh jessssu…we’re gonna break the sssinn Oh god! Yes!” First time we ever came together. She quickly pulls her jeans back up and says “Let go check your monitor at the nurses’ station and see what it looks like.” We both somewhat gather our composure and run to the monitor to see that my heart rate only hit 110 and my O2 was well within normal limits. Not even a bead of sweat on my forehead. “So…Checking out the new plumbing already?” My nurse standing behind us smirks. We all laugh for a second and then head back to my room. Needless to say by the time I left on Monday there was no doubt that she had nothing to worry about. |
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6/22/2014 6:44 pm |
I am so glad that you are looking after yourself better. But that is such a funny story. I love it An orgasm a day , makes you so much happier at work and play
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A very funny story and glad your feeling better hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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