Threesome: Course Nine
This is a series. Start at the beginning here.
The Ninth Course: RED WINE AND OREOS
I didn’t mention this earlier, because it would have really fucked up the rhythm of all the sex taking place during Course Eight, but between each round of amazing fantasgasmic three-way sex, we talked a lot.
And I mean good talking. The kind you don’t normally have with people until you’ve known them a while. But that’s the thing–I do feel like I’ve known Handsome and Pretty Twosome for ages. I felt that way all throughout the long dinner, and then even more so when we went back to their house and hung out (somewhat awkwardly at that point, since we were trying to figure out how to get things going).
[um, I feel that I should mention here that this post is very sappy. And long and muttled and all touchy-feely-squishy and shit. Which embarrasses me so let’s never speak of this again. But who thought you could get sappy when talking about a threesome, which is the very reason I should write about it. Except without the wine would probably have been a better idea. Meh. Truth serum!!]
