We all know that a good orgasm helps you fall asleep. Your body feels amazing, and all of a sudden it goes rigid with the quivers of the Big O. Maybe you have a few muscle spasms. And then you collapse, spent.
Women can close our eyes, conjure up a fabulous fantasy that may or may not involve our husbands, and finish the job to complete satisfaction. Men, on the other hand, need a little help. A photograph, a movie, dirty talk, a little help from a friend. One evening, after traveling overnight to Europe, being up all day, and not gotten any sleep at all in the last 36 hours, we had finally laid down to sleep. However, the air conditioning in our hotel was not working well, and it happened to be one of the hottest summers on record. Matthew couldn’t fall asleep in the heat, so he decided to rub. And then he asked for help.
A Something-About-Mary Moment
Jesus. I was exhausted and hot myself. I wanted to be left alone. But I am a people pleaser, so I said, “Ok,” with an eye roll. Reaching over with my left hand, I began to pump. I worked a little and he was ready pretty quickly. I withdrew my hand (See Blog #12 : From Start to Finish), not wanting to deal with anything that might drip on my hand after the fact. He took over, and then I heard it: the sigh. At the same moment, I saw what looked like a ghostly spray moving toward me in slow motion. I registered what was happening just seconds before the stream of cum hit me in the forehead. It was a Something-About-Mary moment delivered in the worst possible way.
The Clean Up
And so, while he fell asleep, I had to get up and go to the bathroom to clean up. I would have much rather had jizz drip all over my hand than be washing it out of my hair. No good deed goes unpunished.