Big-Ass Bruise
One morning I woke up to find a Big-Ass Bruise, the size of a softball, on the back of my thigh. Seriously, this thing was HUGE! I mean, everybody discovers unexplained bruises on their persons from time to time, but unless someone was hammering at my leg for an hour with a crowbar while I was asleep . . . I don’t see how I wouldn’t have remembered this one.
All day long, my mind was consumed with this thing. My mind just kept goin’ back to this thing. “Did I fall?” “Was I drunk?” “Where the hell did this thing come from!?!” Nevertheless, I carry about my day, which eventually ended with me “getting lucky.” It wasn’t until then that I FINALLY realized how I got this huge fucking bruised on my thigh. As we were just starting to get into it, I start to feel this pain. Under further examination I noticed that it was coming from my thigh. THEN it all starts to come together. It was a battle wound from having sex.
The positioning of our anatomy was in such an angle that ball of this girl’s foot was constantly banging in and around the same area of my big-ass bruise. The harder we would go at it, the more pain my leg would be in. I can’t say for sure if it was the same girl that actually gave me the bruise in the first place, because I don’t remember getting it in the first place, but a similar situation was definitely the cause of it. I guess I was just having too good a time to notice. I don’t think I’m going to start wearing hockey pads during sex any time soon, however this instance definitely gives the phrase “use protection” a whole new meaning in my opinion.
It’s a beautiful thing.
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