This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on July 26, 2002). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.
I reach down to pull off the condom.
I don’t find it.
I realize that Irene is sitting up.
Indelicately, I reach between her legs and yank out my condom.
And her head pops off and confetti flies out.
It comes from an absolutely brilliant story posted on the Soapbox at WWDN by Rob Matsushita.
The story itself is spread among multiple posts in a fairly long thread — here’s a quick breakdown of all the episodes, in order: