Hey everyone,

I have quite a few stories about my exploits over the years and decided it could be a good laugh to share a few on here.

So when I was 16 I hooked up with my second ever girl. I was at a Haloween party with my buddy and saw this cute goth girl, so I approached and began to speak to her. One thing led to another and I was in bed with her a little while later.

Fast forward 12 years and I'm now a 28 year old guy at home thinking about what I'm going to do the rest of the night. I turn on my phone and begin to look through my "little black list" on my phone.

I come across this girl from 12 years ago and think "I'll see what she's doing tonight." So I send her a message and we get talking. She tells me about how her life has been a bit difficult lately, and I tell her about my time in university. We talk about a few other things before I suggest us hooking up like years ago. She agrees to this But warns "I am very pregnant". I think to myself "Try anything once" and tell her I'm cool with it.

30 minutes later I'm outside her house smoking a huge joint. (Sex high = Amazing) I finish up and go knock on her door. This is no ordinary door though. It's on the side of the house and leads into the basement. It's a half size door with only a non moving handle and a keyhole. I'm knocking on this thinking it looks like something from a horror movie, but F it I'm here so I'm going all the way.

The door opens and the girl from years ago greets and leads me in. As I'm walking through the laundry room to get to her room in the basement I'm noticing an overwhelming smell of cat urine and litter. Clothes is everywhere and the place is in a state of absolute disarray.

Her bedroom is a little better. It's cleaner and Ru Paul's Drag Race is playing in the background. I lay down on her bed and start up the small talk. While talking I am noticing that this girl wasn't kidding about being very pregnant. She looks like she's overdue on twins. I calm my high mind and she takes my pants off...

Some time passes and she gets up off of me for a moment. She looks suddenly panicked. I look down at my midsection and all I can see is blood. My manhood, my waist, and the surrounding area is red with hot slimy blood. I let out a what the fuck while she begins to panic.

I tell her to go clean off and go to the hospital, so she runs upstairs to her mom. (yes she lived with her mom) Thing is I am now left in this dirty cat piss basement high as all hell covered in a pregnant chicks blood. I stand up and look around the room for something to clean myself off with.

I find a small dusty roll of toilet paper in the corner of the room. I stumble over to it and blow off as much dust as I can before getting to work. As I'm cleaning myself off I'm noticing just how strong the smell of copper is and how much blood is actually on me. I clean off as much as I can but at this point my skin is stained red.

I say to myself "F this" and decide to get out of there. I put my clothes back on and she comes back downstairs. I tell her I have to go but to go to the hospital and get checked out. She's in an obvious state of distress, and I feel really guilty for leaving her there. But I was staving off a panic attack at that very moment and had to get out of there. (I was very high).

I finally get out of the house and begin walking home. I call my friend and tell him about what went down. He's laughing as I'm telling him before I realize. I left my bike at her house... My buddy simply says to me "The bike is gone. You don't go back into that."

The next day she tells me everything is okay with the baby and I ask her to put my bike aside for me to come get later. It ends up getting stolen out of her backyard...

Tldr. Had sex with old hook up of mine while she was pregnant. Got covered in her blood and she was rushed to hospital. My bike was the casualty.