Funny story, and I swear it’s all true. One night I had a threesome at my homie’s house with this really fun girl, him, and his good friend. We all did the damn thing, and it was wild.
The plan afterwards was for him to go out to a night club, with the other dude. They did, and it was all good. The woman was still interested in hooking up with me some more, so… what did I do?
I took her back to my house, of course. What would you do? Hopefully the same thing. We had more sex for an hour or two at my place, and it was wonderful. It was about two in the morning when we took a break. I had some plans to continue making love to her because she was really on my level of passion and sexual desire, but then… we got a text from my homie.
“What are you doing?! We’re coming over to your place. And we’re drunk!”
So… it was a hard choice, but I felt like I couldn’t choose otherwise. I wanted to just have sex with her alone for the rest of the night, and we both felt that way I think…
But, my friend introduced her to me, and we just had sex at his house a few hours earlier… so I felt kinda obligated to let the party continue at my house, I had to be fair, right? So yeah, it happened. All of it. Another foursome until five in the morning!
That night was wild as fuck, but it wasn’t everything I wanted it to be. Sometimes sacrifices must be made. I’m not really complaining, just explaining.
Gotta make your choices, and sleep in the wet spot of the bed where you had your latest sexual escapade!
Heh heh,
Addi Stewart
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