We were getting hot and heavy – then I saw the state of his boxers

I realised he hadn’t a clue – either what was on his boxers, or that I had noticed (Picture: Getty Images)

I was on my bed, mid-kiss with a gorgeous man, when I suddenly froze. I had just caught sight of his underwear on my bedroom floor; and I couldn’t stop staring at them.

They were just a pair of standard grey boxer briefs, and they weren’t doing anything untoward on my floor. I had tossed them there after peeling them off my date, Liam*.

But it was what was on them that had stopped me in horror.

I saw a stain.

A line.

A skidmark.

I tried not to gag, staring at it as Li...