A few days ago, I invited a female 'friend' up to my house for a roll in the hay. She got up here, we started fooling around, kissing and whatnot. Things progressed mouths went here, tongues went there and before long we were making the beast with two backs. Anyways, the sex was great, best I've had in a little while. Anyway, after a little pillow talk, she leaves and goes to work and I roll over and fall asleep. When I wake up, I notice there's blood on my bed. And not just a little bit, but a motherfucking shitload of the stuff. All over my doona, sheets, mattress and all over my floor. So here I am, trying to work out how to get the blood of everything. I'm scrubbing, washing, soaking, rinsing - everything. I even got my dogs in to try and get them to lick the blood off the floor
. Anyways, mum walked home while I was cleaning and I'm pretty sure she didn't buy my 'I stepped on a nail story'. Things were very awkward. Not cool 

