Those of us who have been around awhile have had some interesting hobby related experiences.
Mine was from this year. I arrived at a lady's incall to pick her up for dinner and then play time. She was a vision to behold ... She is beautiful to begin with but she entrapped me with a black dress that hugged every curve, black high heeled boots, and hose that had a pattern in them.
She let me in the door and we hugged and kissed. And hugged some more ... I could not take my hands off of her, hunger be damned and I was hungry. I just told her I wanted some cookie. She proceeded to rock my world and totally disorient me. Evil woman. Bad woman. I will explain shortly.
When we were done we had still not eaten food. Rather than going to the restaurant we enjoyed we just did drive thru at the local Whataburger. We went back to her place and sat down and enjoyed the feast that Whataburger catered. We laughed, we talked. I finally left.
Remember I stated she totally disoriented me. About half way home I needed to pee. But I just kept driving, another 30 minutes. By the time I got home my eyeballs were floating. I immediately let my dogs out and I hustled back to the bathroom to pee. Well, I was leaning against the wall peeing. However, I never heard the sound of pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl. When I looked down I discovered I was peeing into the condom.
The condom was huge at this point by any measure, remember I have 1.3" of dangling death. I was more than a bit shocked. Initially, my first thought was where did this condom come from? I quickly figured the answer to that question as I clenched up and removed the pee filled condom and dropped it into my toilet and then continued to pee some more.
Let us thinck about the length of time this condom was on my 1.3" of dangling death. The evil woman that I saw disoriented me so much that after finishing the session we dressed, ate Whataburger, laughed, talked for a while. Then I drove one hour home to finally discover I still had the condom on from over five hours earlier. Bad woman disorienting fucktard.
I texted this tale to the evil, disorienting woman. She laughed her ass off, and was relieved. She was pleased at herself bad self for scrambling my brain that much. She was relieved that I located the condom. She told me she searched the bed, the floor, and the bathroom. She did not remember me flushing it. She was starting to explore her vajajay looking for the missing condom.
The lady obviously uses a very good brand of condom. We still laugh at my misfortune and disorientation to this day. It was a very good session and tainted fun was had by all.
So what is your story?