With The Moon, The Tide.

I saw the full moon.  It was glorious.

The moon guides the tide.

The tide.

The red tide.

Yep.  The beauty of womanhood.



FUCK that!!


A blogger friend from way back used the term 'Berries' for it, and to this day it is my favorite.


So let me tell you a story, of berries.


A while back I had a friend, of a certain sort.   We stopped seeing each other before H and I started dating, but since the parting, we have started talking again.

Until a few nights ago, this had been a strictly friendly sort of thing.  Nothing in the way of intimacies, tho it was apparent that we both had fond memories.

On this night we met up for drinks, and after a very long day, I was super tired, and he offered to let me take a nap.

Right....

Suddenly it was on.

Like a match to gasoline. 

A rush.

After, as I set up, and looked down at the wet sheets...

My stomach sank. 

FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!

Lort.  I don't know if anyone has ever been there, but that is no fucking fun.

None.

Not a smidgen.


I felt instantly dirty and terrible.

Thankfully, my friend was completely great about it.

That never was an issue with him.  A fact I had known previous to this, but I still feel embarrassed by it, to this very moment, yet, at the same time, I am writing about it.

The fact is that shit is gunna happen.  It's a risk you have to take.

If you don't take it you miss out on the good shit.

It happened.  It sucked!

I still went back for seconds.


Ladies, hell even Gents, has this every happened to you?

How was your last red wing event?


I have heard that there are people who actually like it. 

I am not personally opposed, if the moment it right, but I do not like being surprised with berries, there are precautions to take after all.