Spuddle

Liquidy pooling remnants of sexual congress, nestled in a sheet, blanket, sleeping bag, elevator, airplane bathroom, or rental car. The owner of the spuddle is oft debated post-act, typically involving puddle proximity, original ownership, tiredness, 'if you love me...' and 'I do the laundry...' type arguments, prior number of restless spuddle nights etc.

"I'm not sleeping on the spuddle, that's YOUR mess."
"Let me put my coat down so you don't get your shoes dirty in the spuddle"
"Put a raincoat on so we can avoid the spuddles"