the true definition of SLOPPY seconds.
ok so, this guy i was “dating” asked me to go to some weird, formal, party thing for his job as his date. being the super friendly, lovable smut that i am, i gladly obliged. i figured there would be enough alcohol there to blind me into a drunken stupor by 2am, which is exactly the condition required for me to be able to even get moist for this guy.
the night came and went, and it wasnt as eventful as i had expected the way this guy was talking it up..but whatever. so anyway, we retardedly make it back to his place where the after party was taking place. but OUR after party was taking place in his bedroom where we quickly got to business. due in large part to me, who was already completely naked by the time the door was shut.
which reminds me that my dress and panties are still in that guys room. (he hasnt said anything, i think he wants to keep the panties)
ANYWAY..so i dont recall anything about the first 7 minutes of our romp, but i do remember however, the sex swing. yes..the sex swing. my “date” pulled out a sex swing from under his bed, and hung it up.
I believe the term “like a kid on Christmas” is an understatement for how excited i was to climb into this carnal contraption. i asked him where he got such a useful piece of furniture, to which he simply replied, “online.”
once the sex swinging was over with, i was suddenly asking for a girl to “come in and party” with my “date”, and his friend who was curious to see how drunk i was and how far i would go since he had already “heard so much about me.” i believe at one point a 19 yr old girl from the suburbs of Pennsylvania was in the room, but then she got freaked out and left. which was good for me because i did not need anymore encouragement to behave badly that night..little did i know it was well on its way.
another one of my many “boyfriends” had started texting me and was now calling me, in need of some attention. i told him where i was and gave him the option to come pick me up if he didnt mind:) im so sweet. to my delight he told me that he would be glad to come pick me up and he would be here shortly. why end the night with one guy, when you can end it with two?
i lead with my Freudian id. my super-ego is non-existent, and my ego has no say whatsoever.
i told my “date” that my sister and her boyfriend were picking me up at three am so we could go to the beach early the next day. good story. but it worked and i made my getaway into the next victims car (wearing no bra and no panties in a jean skirt and a pink tank top)
this fine young gentleman took me back to his house where he gave me the third degree on my whereabouts this evening and why i was so drunk, blah blah, etc. etc. but then within fifteen minutes of all that noise, he was quickly pulling down my skirt, and seemed pretty ok with the fact that i wasnt wearing underwear. i wasnt sure what to do i just stared down at what was taking place in my crotch.
guy #2 was eating me out AFTER guy #1 and i had ALREADY HAD SEX only an hour beforehand.
this is one of those situations where you do not say a word. so i didnt. i mean, what could you even say really after something like THAT goes down? i think you just kind of “ride” it out.
i still wonder if he could taste the condom. cringe.
