I've been itching to makeout with a girl. I don't why. I just have. I love girls. We're sexy creatures, really. Today I got my chance. One of my favorite Italian lover has never had a threesome. I've never had one I was sober enough to remember, but that's better than none, I suppose. So, I brought my adorable, blond friend over to my lover's house. I called to let him know we were on our way and he said he was out but to let myself in, as I've been there before. I did so. I had no problem making myself right at home, going to his bedroom, stripping down to my bra and panties, and slipping under his covers, encouraging my friend to do the same. We've made out plenty of times, both drunken and sober, so it wasn't long before our bra and panties were gone and we were just making out like crazy. The groping began, my head dipping under the pillow, licking at her neck... to her nipple and back to her lips and then it was on.
We ended up totally forgetting we were really there to have a threesome with my Italian, and fell asleep... and awoke nearly two hours lately to find him still not there. Obviously we were furious and sent him "You pretty stupid, you had two naked girls in your bed and didn't get to fuck either of them" texts and stormed. Comes to find out he had a run in with the police (the details of which I'm really not clear of) and couldn't contact us. It didn't make our business bad, we ended up at my house, hooking up all night.
To make it up to my Italian I'm going over to his house tomorrow for a true sexcapade. But tonight was also a sexcapade... just one of the same sex for once (:
A young, ambition small town girl. Student, blogger, closet nymphomaniac, and love of fine things. Good sex, good wine, good food, good books, and good men/woman welcome.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
A Failure Of A Day Made Into A Positive
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