Better Dead
“I was naked under sweaty sheets and consumed with a tiredness that seemed to say I needed sleep when I’d already had something like nine hours. A headache, not blazing or anything, was the only other evidence of a hangover.
I had to piss like a racehorse, so there was no question of niceties when I invaded the bathroom during my guest’s shower. Her form behind the textured translucent glass, moving gracefully in the downpour only made my condition more desperate.
That condition was acerbated—and there’s no delicate way to put this—by what uncouth males refer to as a piss hard-on. If there’s a medical term for it—like erectile urination syndrome—I haven’t heard it, though down South I understand such stiff dicks are referred to as “morning glories.” Nothing glorious about having to pee with one. It’s like trying to paint a picture with a fire hose.
The upshot was, just after I’d finished and used Kleenex to mop up the mess, she stepped dripping from the shower, and after I handed her a... towel, she got her face dry enough to see me standing there at naked attention.MoreLess
I had to piss like a racehorse, so there was no question of niceties when I invaded the bathroom during my guest’s shower. Her form behind the textured translucent glass, moving gracefully in the downpour only made my condition more desperate.
That condition was acerbated—and there’s no delicate way to put this—by what uncouth males refer to as a piss hard-on. If there’s a medical term for it—like erectile urination syndrome—I haven’t heard it, though down South I understand such stiff dicks are referred to as “morning glories.” Nothing glorious about having to pee with one. It’s like trying to paint a picture with a fire hose.
The upshot was, just after I’d finished and used Kleenex to mop up the mess, she stepped dripping from the shower, and after I handed her a... towel, she got her face dry enough to see me standing there at naked attention.MoreLess
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