05.06.04_A_RANDOM_MEMORY
for some reason today i had a random memory of a party i went to in college. it was at the apartment of a friend of a friend. a typical college party, keg on the balcony, inside overstuffed with people swooning and breathing with their alcohol tongues. somehow i ended up on the porch with melissa and steve. we had decided to finish off the keg ourselves. about 15.5 beers later we were well on our way to a wicked hangover. about this time steve pulled out his bowl and stuffed it with some "name brand" sticky hairy with cytstals weed (thats what he called it anyway, I don't smoke). about ten minutes later mellissa is telling steve and myself about her biggest sexual fantasy. funny enough it was her desire to have a threesome with two guys and herself. steve and i exchanged glances. his eyes said "what a whore, i'm down". my eyes replied "wait, what?" steve gave her the nod of approval. i on the other hand found that oh so tiny part of my brain where my morals hibernate. about this time i decided it was time to leave, i stumbled home, vomited on our front porch and passed out on the kitchen floor. its funny, but i think i regret not participating in the mythical menage a tois . i wonder if i was presented with that same scenario today how i would feel
for some reason today i had a random memory of a party i went to in college. it was at the apartment of a friend of a friend. a typical college party, keg on the balcony, inside overstuffed with people swooning and breathing with their alcohol tongues. somehow i ended up on the porch with melissa and steve. we had decided to finish off the keg ourselves. about 15.5 beers later we were well on our way to a wicked hangover. about this time steve pulled out his bowl and stuffed it with some "name brand" sticky hairy with cytstals weed (thats what he called it anyway, I don't smoke). about ten minutes later mellissa is telling steve and myself about her biggest sexual fantasy. funny enough it was her desire to have a threesome with two guys and herself. steve and i exchanged glances. his eyes said "what a whore, i'm down". my eyes replied "wait, what?" steve gave her the nod of approval. i on the other hand found that oh so tiny part of my brain where my morals hibernate. about this time i decided it was time to leave, i stumbled home, vomited on our front porch and passed out on the kitchen floor. its funny, but i think i regret not participating in the mythical menage a tois . i wonder if i was presented with that same scenario today how i would feel
tryphyna:
threesomes (AKA "menage a trois") are so overrated.