So I’m laid trying to sleep on an airbed downstairs in my boyfriends house when he starts trying to get up, repeatedly falling back into the middle of the bed.
I help him up and he’s stumbling round. Guessing he’s headed for the toilet I try to guide him to the back door but he’s having none of it and makes his way into the kitchen while I’m finding a shirt incase his parents wake up.
I walk into the kithen and turn on the light and there he is stood in the middle of the kitchen stood in a puddle with a lovely wet patch on the front of his boxers.
talk dirty to me