Day After Pill the Day Before: How trifling is this? I need to know …

Okay I need some feedback. (well not me) LOL …

Say, you’re with this dude right … and it’s about to go down. Clothes are off, bed linens are strewn and it’s riiiiight there and you’re like, “um, dyou have something?”

And he’s like, “Yeah.”

More rubbing around …

Again, you say, “um, you need to go get something if you don’t have something.”

And he’s like, “okay, lemme run out to my truck.”

What the fuck was he thinkin, right? You left the shit in your truck? Ugh.

Anyway, so he comes back with it, but again with the bare rubbing around.

AND THEN … The slip in. NOOOOOooooOOOOOoooooOOOO!

So good, but so bad.

“No, no, no” you say between your own ecstatic gasps and his vigorous pumping. “You need to put it on.”

"Don’t worry, I’m not bout to cum,” he pants.

And three thrusts later, the pulsing. Damn.

These are situations the day after pill, commercially billed as Plan B, was created for. Well, sort of. Times like this one, days when you’ve accidentally missed your pill a couple times in the past week, the condom slips or breaks and of course if you’ve (God forbid) had forced sex. It comes in a handy little $45 pack at Walgreens. If you’re over 18, all you need is an ID to buy it. No prescription or anything. Good stuff.

So that’s what you do. You and dude run up to the Walgreens in the morning and purchase a Plan B. As long as it’s taken within 72 hours of unprotected sex, it’s said to be effective.

Only, it’s Saturday morning. Honestly, your sex-filled weekend just began. What’s the harm in waiting till Sunday morning to pop the lil pills? LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.

I’m JUST ASKIN! Geeze.

How trifling is it, assuming neither of you is worried about contracting disease, to have a second long, sweaty, hedonistic night of rough, rugged and raw sex, while both the latex and the Plan B sit on the nightstand? (Shouts to M.)

Hit up the survey on the right. Holla.

-- Mel

Sorry for the somewhat cryptic posting. I dunno what to say. Kids, strap up.