Woody

A couple (Jenny and Sam) – talking. Last night they had a fun night… due to health reasons – he will not cum in her.

Jenny’s giggle bubbled up, breaking the quiet moment as she nestled closer to Sam. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as a thought crossed her mind. “You know that Woody Allen film?” she began, her tone playful. “The one where the sperm talk to each other?”

Sam raised an eyebrow, a small smile forming as he played along. “Yeah, Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex, right? What about it?”

Jenny burst into laughter, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Imagine how many false alarms happen in your penis,” she teased, her giggles intensifying. “All those poor little sperm… so panicky. Like, ‘It’s happening! It’s happening! Oh wait… false alarm, guys. Stand down.’” She doubled over, unable to contain herself. “Hahaha… can’t you just picture it?”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head in amused disbelief. “Jenny, you’re ridiculous.”

“I’m serious!” she said, trying and failing to compose herself. “Can you imagine them? Little helmets, little flags, running toward the exit. And then they hear me moaning, and they’re like, ‘This is it! She wants us! Go, go, go!’” She gasped for air between fits of laughter. “And then nothing. They’re all just standing there like, ‘What the hell, dude? Why are we even here?’”

Sam’s laughter joined hers, the mental image too absurd to ignore. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

Jenny wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, her grin wide and unapologetic. “Crazy for you, baby,” she quipped, poking his side. “But seriously… your poor sperm. They’ve got to be the most confused little swimmers on the planet.”

She leaned back, her laughter subsiding into a warm smile as she gazed at him. “It’s kind of sweet, though,” she mused. “They’re all ready to go, doing what they were made to do. And you… you’re so focused on me. On making me happy. Even if it means your little guys are constantly on standby.”

Sam chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “They’ll survive,” he said softly, his voice filled with affection. “As long as you’re happy, Jenny, that’s all that matters.”

Jenny sighed contentedly, resting her head against his chest. “I am happy, Sam. Happier than I’ve ever been. But I still feel a little bad for them. Maybe I’ll make it up to them one day.” She tilted her head up, her grin returning. “Until then… they’ll just have to deal with the false alarms.”