I GUESS THAT’S WHY THEY CALL IT A SNATCH
It was the second time I had sex with my boyfriend. We were thoroughly enjoying ourselves, past the foreplay and onto the main event, when he suddenly stopped and pulled out. I was expecting an O face, but instead he had panic in his eyes. He looked down, then back up at me and said, “The condom’s gone.”Wait. What? What do you mean ‘gone’? Where the heck could it go?
We felt around on the bed for a minute. Nope, nothing. Oh god, what if it’s… it has to be… “Ok, now I’m a little concerned. Excuse me, I’ll be right back,” I said walking delicately to the bathroom. And sure enough, there it was. Stuck inside me. Apparently, I gripped him a little too hard… whoops.
So I popped my head out of the bathroom, red faced and completely embarrassed, “Found it…” He laughed and I smiled. We were both totally flustered after that, but passion inevitably took over. It didn’t take long before we grabbed another condom and got right back down to business. The entire time I couldn’t help but think ” I GUESS THAT’S WHY THEY CALL IT A SNATCH.”