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So I'm 25 and prior to this it's never happened to me.
This Friday my girlfriend came to spend the weekend with me. We went out to see a jazz show and came back to my place. We were messing about and finally it was time for the big show...and she was all "ow ow ow, stop, no it really hurts". Now in fairness this is a girl who likes it rough, and last weekend took quite a pounding, and we apparently we torn or bruised...something last week, so Friday she wasn't up to it (did result in a weekend of superb head).
Problem is, after that for the whole weekend, if it looked like we were going to have sex...I couldn't get it up. I mean it would get up, but then when the moment came, I'd get all freaked out about the prospect of hurting her...and bam...like a understuffed sausage.
I feel like a fucking one time character in a Sex and the City.
This Friday my girlfriend came to spend the weekend with me. We went out to see a jazz show and came back to my place. We were messing about and finally it was time for the big show...and she was all "ow ow ow, stop, no it really hurts". Now in fairness this is a girl who likes it rough, and last weekend took quite a pounding, and we apparently we torn or bruised...something last week, so Friday she wasn't up to it (did result in a weekend of superb head).
Problem is, after that for the whole weekend, if it looked like we were going to have sex...I couldn't get it up. I mean it would get up, but then when the moment came, I'd get all freaked out about the prospect of hurting her...and bam...like a understuffed sausage.
I feel like a fucking one time character in a Sex and the City.