We made love.
It was full of pleasure and intensity. Mike knew exactly where to touch; such a true and thorough lover he was. The problem was that he was my sister’s boyfriend. I knew that what I was doing was not right, but in his arms, all the guilt vanished away. Perhaps, it was his seductive words. Perhaps, it was his masculinity. Perhaps, I was just a woman dying to hear a man tell her how much he loved and adored her.
‘’I am going to take a shower’’, I told Mike.
‘’Honey, my erection has not subsided’’. I thought he was just joking, but when I returned to the room he was screaming. His manliness was still hard and well engorged with blood.
‘’Did you take any Viagra again’’. To this, he gave a nod. Being my usual all-knowing brave self, I decided to take matters in to my own hands. I reassured him; telling him that all was going to be well. I then call a colleague, Alice in the urogenital section of the surgical wind of the hospital to bring me some supplies. Basically, I intended to give an enema, give intracavernous injection or possibly perform aspiration. As we waited for Alice, Mike applied ice packs to his penis and perineum.
I knew Alice was a gossip, but calling her was so much a better idea than showing up in the hospital with my sister’s boyfriend. Nevertheless, Alice called Monique, my sister.
When Alice and Monique showed up in the room together, I gasped in unbelief and run away. I asked myself why I even agreed to go on this 72- hour uninterrupted super romantic adventure with Mike. My daydream surely turned into a nightmare.
Right now, I’m hiding. Hiding from the world as I drink in a bar, wishing so dearly that I could turn back the hands of time.
Still smiling in the dreamworld…
Mike's condition is referred to as priapism.
It is a medical emergency. And if not treated immediately could lead to scarring and permanent erectile dysfunction.
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