Heh, funny story about that. I had flown down to visit my girlfriend (LD right now, for another few weeks unfortunately) and she was just finishing her cycle. Now, I should preface this by saying that my girlfriend is my first and only, and we'd been dating for about a year at this point.

So she tells me "her friend" is gone, and she needed me to scratch an itch since it had been about a week for her, and I was more than happy to oblige. So we're going at it and I'm thinking, "Damn, she's fucking soaking me, she must have really needed this!" and it's fucking hot and wet and sloppy and just fucking awesome, because SEX!

Anyway, we finish up and she gets up to clean herself off, and as she dismounts me, she says the words that no man wants to hear after having had their fleshsaber so vigorously worked:

"Babe, promise me you're not gonna freak out," and before I could even sit to attention, she had me pinned to the bed in some sort of BJJ bullshit, and says, "It's mine, not yours, so don't freak out," and slowly lets me up. I should note here that the reason she feared a freak out is because I have a HORRIBLE record when it comes to injury - when I was trying to be slick and undo her bra with one hand, I managed to get one of the clips to stab me under my fingernail and...well...let's just say my display of pain management ended in me jerking off in the bathroom. Now at this point, she's told me not to look, and that she'd get a washcloth and clean it off (she's friggin' amazing, she really is!). Me, determined to shake the stigma of being a little nancy boy afraid of a little blood, get up off the bed, confidently stride over to the bathroom to where she is, and look down.

When I got my legs under me again, I explained to her that it wasn't the blood that got me, it was the little white flaky stuff that I wasn't expecting and threw me for a loop. Understandably, she didn't believe me.