Spooning

I love resting in bed, watching the telly and snuggling into my man. I love to let my hand rest on his body and gently play with the hairs on his chest. He likes to wrap his arm around me and gently combs his hand through my hair. At commercial time, we'll steal a few kisses or I'll nibble at his neck.


It's usually all good and sweet until last night. He kept taking his hand down my side, tickling me. Now I have to state I'm very ticklish and don't like to be tickled. So I asked him not to do it. After the third time of him doing it, I grabbed some hairs on his chest and pulled them out. Before he could finish a loud yell of Irish cuss words, he had rolled over onto me and we we're in a full fledged wrestling match.


Now he has about a four inch height difference on me and weighs more than me, but I have strong leg muscles. So I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed until he had to release his grasp on my hands. When he tried to pry himself out of my leg grasp I whipped me legs to the side and threw him off. When I did this, he fell off the side of the bed, bounced off the dresser and knocked over a a light and few other things that fell all over the place.


I start feeling bad for him, so I sat up and asked him if he was alright. He faked injury and asked me to help him up. As I stood to help him get up, he suddenly scooped me up and slammed me down on the bed. As I hit the bed with a thud I could feel my foot accidentally bounce up and hit him in the crotch. He fell next to me on the bed in agony holding his groin. By the time the commercials were over, we we're lying there out of breath. So we just went back to watching the telly. Who knew spooning could be so dangerous?