I’ve dictated this story to a
good girl-friend of mine and, as much as I wish it was, she said that the story
sounds a lot like a fan-fiction novel… Unfortunately, it wasn’t fan-fiction and
I have certain marks which will never leave me.
(My girl-friend also described
it as being the “perfect example of why one
should not try out what you read in fanfiction in real life.” I tend to
agree with her in that area – especially when it concerns the sexual
relationship between two parties.)
Do you know of the game called
Ring of Fire? For those who do not, it is a drinking game constituting of a
pack of 52 cards laid face down in a circle around a large glass goblet. Each
card is associated with an action or rule that must be obeyed throughout the remainder
of the game.
The Order
The Rules
For example; each 2 nominates someone, <card picker’s
choice>, to take a shot of alcohol.
Funnily enough, I still took part
in this game, albeit I did not drink alcohol - due to being on medications, I drank soft-drink and juice
concoctions… Most of which tasted much worse than a simple alcoholic drink.
(Just imagine Sprite, Fanta and Coke mixed with pineapple and orange juice,
with a teaspoon of blue Carcajou… *Trembling*)
That night, a huge group of
colleagues, friends and acquaintances took part in this game; where in there
was this one very luscious female Ukrainian girl (let me call her… Olga) taking
part in this game, as well as the guy who I consider to be family. We made a
silent deal that whoever got the 6 of hearts which represented that two people
must be picked to make out together would make the other make out with that
girl.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY 18+
That night, I must have spent
most of my luck. He got the card, I got the girl and we ended up in my hotel
room for the night, having a night of meaningless, animalistic sex. Her nails
turned my back into the remnants of a corpse from Sweeney Todd and my hands pressed her every button to the point
where she turned into a pile of lustful flesh without any human reasoning left
inside of her. After coitus (Thanks, Sheldon! – Big Bang Theory),
this happened in a constant loop, where we slept a few hours at a time to
re-energise ourselves; ordering food using room service and having mindless sex
in every position physically possible using her flexibility and my strength.
Even our next door neighbours complained about the screams and moans that
echoed from across the balcony.
SEXUAL CONTENT IS FINISHED FROM THIS POINT ONWARDS
The morning of the third day, I
woke up to an empty bed and a handwritten note saying simply:
“Thanks for a great weekend,
It was fun!
Olga
P.S. I’m Sore”
I felt used and betrayed that she
abused me for the sexual encounter… Yet strangely proud for having such a
satisfying weekend.
As a side note… This weekend also
damaged my health slightly… I’ve mentioned it before and even though I have
never heard of it happening before, I had friction burns across my…
“instrument”…
MORAL OF THE STORY... Keep LUBE in Reach!!!
Kitty B: “Lube is your friend”
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