The Over-Educated Nympho

This is a series. Start at the beginning here.

Read the first half of Course Eight here.

The Eight-and-a-half-th Course: A SECOND SERVING OF JUICE

The exact sequence of events that night is a little fuzzy–not surprising considering most of this took place between one and five in the morning, after huge meals and a lot of alcohol. So this account is not a play-by-play, it’s just a mixture of memories. And frankly, it’s hard to keep track of who does what to whom. But that was really just me bragging. Ok, moving on.

Here are some recaps of what all went down (hee hee,I mean besides me) that night. There was a lto more stuff that happened (like five hours’ worth, but good god this thing is already ten times longer than I expected it to be.

Pretty Twosome finger-fucked me again and went down on me too. You know, I never really understood why guys are so particular about a girl having good hair, particularly long hair. But now I get it. Pretty Twosome has loooong hair that she kept down the entire night (normally I prefer hair up and off the neck because I love long exposed necks, perfect for kissing and biting). When she started that slow sexy descent from my breasts to my pierced belly button to my pierced clit hood, watching that long mess of hair all over my bare skin damn near made me cum before she even got down to the goods.

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Ok my beloveds, I’m sitting down to finish writing Course 8.5 of Saturday’s threesome. I’ve got food and wine in my belly, Oreos at my side and a fresh pot of coffee brewing so we won’t have a repeat of last night (SO SORRY!).

By the way,  yesterday my traffic was 150% of my previous record, from 400 hits in one day to over 600. WOW. And it looks we’ll match or beat that record tonight because the count is already at 530 as I type this at 9:45pm. Aww, you remember back in the early days when I was happy to break 100 hits in one day? Say it with me: Awwwwwwww.

Ok enough reminiscing. Writing. And not giving in to temptation to masturbate. Cannot wear out crucial typing muscles.

This is a series. Start at the beginning here.

The Eighth Course: JUICE

After the first or second orgasm (or was it third? Hmm. So many between us that it’s hard to keep count) Pretty Twosome got a devilish grin on her face. She got off the bed and went to pull a box out of her night stand.

“I bought you something… I know you like toys….”

“YOU BOUGHT TOYS???!!!!” –imagine me jumping up and down on the bed fully naked–

“My girlfriend was SO excited when the package came the other day. You have no idea!” added Handsome Twosome.

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Fuckmotherfuckerfuckshit.

–pain-stricken– I overslept. I was supposed to just have a litle nap and then wake up and spend two hours writing the greatly-anticipated final posts about the threesome last night! But I slept through the entire night. Over eleven hours, all but passed out on top of the covers and with all the lights on in the apartment.

I’M SO SORRY! I swear I’m not doing this on purpose!! YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT CLIT TEASES. I LIKE PEOPLE WHO PUT OUT.

I’ll do my best to haul ass home during my lunch break to write an abridged post, but there’s kinda maybe a slight chance I’ll be in a meeting that goes through lunch. Hopefully not. Dear goddess of all things naughty, please not…

Please don’t hunt me down and stone me. HEY WHO THREW THAT. Do not throw my 1100-page Writers Market at me. It’s not the book’s fault.

If anything blame Pretty Twosome. She wore me out.