Sex comes with many surprises, new and exciting adventures, painful injuries and sometimes unwelcome bodily functions.The noise you never expect to hear though, is a loud POP!
I mean.. sure.. it was Saturday morning, and Sir and I hadn’t played the night before, hormones were high and we had some catching up to do, but pop, what gives?
Sir stopped and looked at me and I looked at him, neither of us could make that noise, that much we knew, so what did?
“Is there anything that could go pop in the bed?” he asked.
“Dad’s wine, but that’s corked shut and we weren’t rattling the bed that much”. I offered. My first thoughts were the pistons on the ottoman frame, if it was those, could they even be replaced?
Sir finished what he started and spanked me lightly,
“Right! Time to find out out what the noise was!” he said, jumping up with gusto.
I looked at him like he’d grown two heads. There was no way, men weren’t meant to have that kind of energy after sex.
He didn’t, and five minutes later he was asleep.
I let Sir sleep for twenty minutes, just a nap, this time. I drifted for a while myself but I knew there were things I needed to do, blog posts I wanted to write and finish before his Dad arrives, and now I wanted to amuse my followers.
Sir up, bed made and the bedroom looking once again like nothing had happened, I pulled back the curtains. That was when it struck me, my water bottle, my “juicie”, had been warmed by the sun and tiny oxygen bubbles had been released in the water, building up pressure and causing the lid to flip back and result in the early celebration.
Stilll, quite fitting for the occasion overall, I think!