SEX SPRAIN
Today’s contributor learns that a good workout may cause injury
I was off to visit my boyfriend for the first time since summer break. At the top of my list? End our maddening dry spell! Then his parents rained on our parade—we were sleeping in separate bedrooms and absolutely no sex! I was as wet as I was going to get.
By the second night, we couldn’t take it anymore. While watching TV in the basement, we attacked each other like jack rabbits—he pulled my hair, I yanked his clothes. Soon after, my panties flew off and things got intense. We figured what his parents didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Unfortunately, it would hurt me.
He started thrusting so hard I dug my fingers into the couch. All of a sudden, he pushed really hard. I must have gripped the couch too tightly because a sharp pain went shooting up my arm. Then it went completely limp. The next morning, I flew home and went to the doctor. As is turns out, I pulled a muscle.
I was sent home with an arm sling. The excuse I told my parents: “We were working out in the basement and I must have lifted something too heavy.” It wasn’t a complete lie—that sexcapade was quite a workout.
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