Bought a new couch today, so I spent quite awhile experimenting with potential ass-grooves and molding my body into the most comfortable positions. I dunno, maybe it was the booze and the weed talking (or maybe not talking enough) but as I snuggled up to enjoy a documentary on the history of traffic safety films, I failed to notice that a good deal of my upper body weight was being supported by my elbow, which was in turn pinned against my crotch.
Eventually I sat up and, as we males need to do every few hours, began to “adjust myself in a manly fashion”, and suddenly realized – Hey! Whose cock and balls are these in my pants? I touch them, but I don’t feel myself being touched!
Yup. Mr. Happy and his two faithful cohorts were numb to the world, cold and limp as gooseflesh. For a split second I considered performing The Stranger, until I realized I had gotten it backwards. Then…the pins and needles began. Oh, ow. Ow. Owie owie OW OW OW!!! You know how it is when the blood begins to flow back into a hand or foot that has fallen asleep? Now imagine that feeling in a body part which is designed to intensify sensation…especially as it is filling with blood. Ow. Ow ow.
Had to walk around a bit until everything went back to a sense of normalcy. I’m pleased to announce that The One-Eyed Wonder Weasel is doing fine, but I don’t believe he’ll be performing any push-ups and hoop-jumps for a little while, at least for tonight.
That’s happened to me once or twice before. I don’t feel any shame in saying it felt pretty good. Not good enough that I’d try to make it happen again, but I wouldn’t mind if it did.
FWIW, I’m a male with a crotch, an elbow and a couch and I cannot even remotely fathom the physical dynamics of this position. Are you some kind of contorsionist?
Same here. You know how hard [sic] it is to talk to the spinning instructor (who you think is REALLY HOT in a ‘I’m happily married, but DAMN!’ sorta way) about generalized numbness?
“Um, Chris? Thigs are getting numb.” ( <–Chris is a woman,
btw)
“Well, your shoelaces are probably laced too tight.”
“Uh, nooo, higher up.”
“Oh. um. I’m really not equipped to be able to answer you about that.”
I was worried about it til after our kids were conceived…then I realized it wasn’t causing lasting harm…and standing climbs are fun, plus lets the blood redistribute.
I was kind of wondering how he did it, too. Come on, I can’t really put my elbow against my crotch. I think. I’m female, so maybe that’s it, but still…
Maybe if I assumed a thinker pose? Never mind, I’m not going to try it.
Hmm, now that you mention it, I’m not exactly sure what position it was. I do know my elbow was pinched against SOMETHING, since it actually aches more than The Brave Spelunker this morning. Oh dear, maybe another penis REALLY WAS INVOLVED!!! Better check under the cushions…
Oh penis ensued, all right. Quite painfully, too. That’s the whole point.
Do you people have really tight tendons or something?
There. My elbow is in my crotch. Right now. It makes it a bit hard to type. Otherwise, not a problem. I’m sitting in a chair. I imagine it would be easier if I were on a couch. Even easier if I weren’t bending my arm.
I do yoga, sure, but it’s not like I’m good at it. (My favorite part is at the end when you get to lie down and take a na—er, I mean, meditate.)
