He Said. She Said.

That's Mighty Unfortunate.

Heh. You know it's true.

Wordy Wednesday.

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Wordless Wednesday.

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You Finish?

A Greek man, relaxing at his favorite cafe in Krateron (a small Greek village in northern Greece), managed to attract a spectacular blonde woman. He invited her back to his apartment, and after some small talk they made love. After a pleasant interlude, and, at what seemed to him to be the appropriate time, he stretched, asked with a smile, "So...you finish?"

She paused for a second, frowned, and replied "No."

Pleasantly surprised, the Greek man reached for her and had his way with her again. This time she's wild, thrashing about on the bed and climaxing with screams of passion. Again, the Greek man smiles, and asks, "You finish?"

And again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him, and says "No."

Stunned, but damned if this woman is going to outlast him, the young man reaches for his date. It takes all of his strength and he barely manages to do it, but they climax simultaneously, screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping bed sheets. It's dawn by then, and, entirely spent, the exhausted Greek man falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly, and asks, "You finish!?"

"Dammit, no!" she shouts back. "For the last time, I am Swedish!"

Out, Damned Spot!

You are blissfully in that state between asleep and awake. You roll over and stretch. Your eyes suddenly pop open as your skin comes in contact with that cold, damp, wet spot. You quickly pull back away from the spot and seek out a warmer area.

Your rapidly beating heart begins to slow and you slowly drift back off to sleep hoping that you don't roll over onto that spot again.

Don't you just hate it when your water bottle placed oh so carefully by the bed is knocked over onto the bed with a slightly ajar cap?

Wordless Wednesday.