I kept tiger balm and lube by my bed – he reached for the wrong one

I don’t think either of us expected this moment – but it definitely wasn’t one we were going to forget (Picture: Getty Images/Connect Images)

A scream pierced the stunned silence in my bedroom.

Theo* was holding his penis in one hand and a small tub in the other, his head thrown back as he continued to yelp in pain.

I smelled the problem before I saw it. A spicy menthol odor filled my nose and my eyes began to water. 

‘Uh oh,’ I grimaced, as the seriousness of the situation hit me.

I looked over at my bedside table at the untouched tub of lube looking innocently back at me, and then my eyes went to the tub in Theo’s hand.

‘That’s my tiger balm,’ I half-whispered, half-confessed, as Theo jumped up and started prancing naked around my room crying.

Theo had woken up ready to have sex with me in the middle of the night – but Instead Read Entire Article