Okay, I’m ‘fessing up. This post is the reason I got, um, side-tracked last night. After reviewing the notes from my old journal to prepare for this, I only managed to write one paragraph before the overcoming whirlwind of sexual memories knocked me on my ass and forced a vibrator into each hand. OKAY?! Want to know the secret to masturbating for two and a half hours, without any reading/viewing material? Real-life memories like this.
It was me and two guys. Two hot guys. Like hottie hot McHottie hot. And to top it off, they were from the country. I tell you, it’s like it was right out of Penthouse. Except way better because it happened to me, and before then I thought things like that only happened in $9.99 porn.
This is the sexcapade that was mentioned in my interview in Maxim. The crazy sexcapade which I somehow forgot to mention to my ex-boyfriend, according to him. Hmm. Quandary.
Note: this is my ONLY story that starts “So I was at this bar..” I’m not into the bar scene (because normally I bomb out and run out of dignity before I run out of cash), which makes this night all that more triumphant. And I have to warn you, I didn’t finish this post. As you regular readers know, when I’ve got something good it takes me a couple posts to get it all out. If you don’t want to be teased, it may be best if you hold off on reading this.
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