scarsdaleloriat

SEX IS GOOD.

I promised myself I wouldn't go into a load of detail on either journal, and a lot less then big detail on this one, but I *must* talk about last night!

If you want to see more detail on last night, then click that link.

Anyway. So I'm at home, flipping through numorus blank channels on my old-ass satellite tv, when I come upon an unscrambled porn channel. Needless to say, this gets me in the mood and I get to thinking..."I haven't had sex with a woman in, what...3 months? Four maybe?" So I pull out the ol' black book from the parties I used to make myself availble at when I was younger...Don't ask.

I finally come across Amber K., as she will remain semi-discreet, and we get to talking when she says, "Hey Danny, we used to party a shitload together, right? We're openly cool about sex, drugs, and rock n' roll?"

"Well, yeah," I reply. "Among other things."

"Right," she says. "So when did 'sweet-talking' me into shit become part of the gig?" She giggles. "I mean, hell, if you want to fuck me, then say 'Amber, I want to fuck you' and quit with the flirting. I thought we were past that."

Needless to say, I was intrigued.

For the whole story, go to my livejournal, but otherwise here's the score: Sex-5 1/2 (I fucking collapsed in a sexually exausted and stoned-out stupor at around 3 in the morning), Foreplay- Who can keep count that high?, and on top of it all she not only was completely into suggesting a BiMBiMBiF threesome (our mutal lover/friend Alan sadly could not join us and rescheduled for next week ), but also refused to listen to any backround music other than the BeeGees the last two times, and in the end smoked a few joints with me as we drank, smoked cigarettes, and watched the new "Scarface" DVD in my office.



Fucking YAY for Amber K.

One last love can't hurt, huh?

I may post later, I may not. But right now I have to go work on my score at Drug Wars: 1.3, and then I must rest, for although I slept from 4-11:30 today, I can barely walk.

I am SOOOOOOO taking today off.