19
Aug
What Happens In Vegas Ends Up On Xlies
So there was this guy in Vegas. And what happened doesn’t stay there. Here we go.
I was starting the night off at 5pm when I woke up. Tarty to the party I was catching up with drinking. There was someone I had followed around to different parties that night and met all kinds of people. One guy was very nice and I had fun chatting with him for the brief period of time I could. There was a couple that i talked to for a long time and I very much liked the conversation about the book “The Bone House” (yes, I remembered it). Even who I was following from party to party was cute. Or even the guy who sat on my lap and kissed my cheeck for a cute picture. (blushing)
So I stayed up and after I knew it, it was 7 am. Then 8 am. I had one choice if I wanted to get fucked that night. Attempt to fuck the one guy left around. The others- guys and girls- had long since retired. I was kinda feelin funny about it but earlier I had realized that time of the month had rolled around. Fuckin wonderful, right?! So instead of gaining a strange glare from someone I might have to speak to at a later time- business shit if anything binding- I would rather drag someone back who wouldn’t care or maybe even not remember. Hence the one sitting next to me at the time.
“…are you inviting me up to your room?” But he had like five other people sleeping in a fuckin hotel room. So I figured mine would be better. Despite the everlasting comments and jokes that I would get out of Papa. You all figured that I’m a bad judge of this shit. So anyway he came back with me and as I was realizing what the fuck I was attempting to fuck. “I could gnaw on your bloody clit all night…” was the line I really cared about.
The guy was carrying around a bottle of Jack Daniel’s around and I thought he would be able to get it up. Yeah fuckin right! If there is anything I should know by now is that sex and alcohol only mix when there hasn’t been too much drinking to begin with. And his whole two inches was a bad surprise to ice that cake. TWO INCHES! Just thought I’d emphasize that. Yep. So he couldn’t get it up you say? Yep.
I don’t think I had ever laughed so hard at someone’s inadequacies in my life. It was hilarious. I tried to hold it in, but wound up holding my face while I about died and falling off the bed laughing hysterically.
Fuckin guy said that he had to “step in” on some scenes when they couldn’t do what he at the time couldn’t perform either. Ha ha ha ha ha! He couldn’t even get it up nevertheless could he put his tiny cock in my pussy. (That made me laugh so much more.) He did make it somewhat worthwhile but when he spoke of shoving his whole fist in there i told him to get the fuck out of my room. I let him wash his hands and then he left. Good thing too. I was actually getting irritated that he was still there. Yeah, I know that it was me to make that fucked up decision but still…
Funny shit- he wandered back to the elevator to go to his room when he was greeted by Papa. Shirt covered in blood and barely able to stand, Papa had a good laugh at him like I did. About that, we still laugh to this day.
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November 18th, 2008 at 12:19 pm
Wow! Ya know it sounds like you needed some better attractions on your wild ride! That is one crazy story. Write some more wild stories!