Bathed and Sent to My Room
February 4th,The Artist and the Boston Boy wrestled (to much acclaim) at a sex party last week. The room was crowded, close, and hot. When we convinced them to strip off their shirts, their chests glistened with sweat and their hair dripped with it.
My friend nudged me to break my reverie. “Should we throw you in the middle of that chest sandwich? Although… on second thought, you’d probably slide right off.”
“This was much cleaner in theory than execution,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m there! I just want to throw them in the shower first.”
February 4th, at 6:30 am
eh, garden hose would be quicker
February 4th, at 7:34 am
Alas, the shower was full of shoes. I accidently left that shirt at the party, having learned my lesson last time and brought a spare shirt to change into. So if anyone wants a one of a kind souvenir (shirt with dried sweat of Boston Boy and Artist wrestling) contact the host of that party.
February 4th, at 12:41 pm
Ah.. That explains the dark gray T-shirt that was left in the wreckage. Now if I could only figure out where the artificial leg came from.
February 4th, at 12:49 pm
I can’t decide which is more unlikely — that you’d wonder who left an artificial leg, or that he’d leave it.
February 5th, at 10:27 am
Hes a fuck! he would leave one just to screw with your head
February 5th, at 8:38 pm
I looked at pictures of artificial legs for 30 minutes today at work. Mind you, this was not for pleasure, but for work. Can I have the leg? I have an idea for a pervertable.
February 6th, at 3:12 am
I’m sorry I missed that part of the play party. Also…sex party? Play party? Is my terminology out of date or are these sometimes interchangeable phrases?
February 6th, at 9:01 am
Wait, was there seriously an artificial leg left? That’s awesome. My vote to you, if it counts, is “no”.
maymay - I guess that could be confusing. I tend to use them interchangeably. There’s just so many degrees — for example, Paddles is a “play only” club but you can fuck with toys, and this party was play but no penetration, and I’ve been to sex parties where there was lots of play, and play parties where there was only sex.
In the end it’s all sex to me, whether or not there’s fucking…
Besides, I didn’t have a tag for “play party”. I’d just as rather not pop up next to childcare blogs on Technorati.
February 22nd, at 4:29 am
Which leg was it?
I can guarantee it’s not mine, given that i’m god-knows-how-many thousand kilometres away, in this upside-down country, but i’m curious now.