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After work the three of us headed to my place so Sebastian could have a shower & both the boys could drop off their cars. In between me reapplying make up & Sebastian asking Puppy to scavenge for clothes in his car, the two of them started whispering & giggling, presumably about one of their conquests. This being of little interest to me I suggested we hall arse to the pub as I was in desperate need of some hard liquor.

The pub was pretty dead when we got there so we went & sat in the pokies with our drinks & talked shit until it picked up a bit. Sebastian continued to be enthusiastic in whatever it is we were talking about. This is a similar theme with boys between the ages of 18-21, it cracks me up but I am occasionally polite enough to not blatantly laugh about it, this was one of those times. We eventually moved to a more populated area & the conversation turned to girls. Sebastian started whining about Puppy getting all the girls & how he should do this & do that to make his appearance more like Puppy’s. I still roll my eyes thinking of all the ridiculous conversations I endured between these two. I didn’t bite & left them to their inane rambling. At some stage Puppy saw a chick he’d hooked up with & scampered off. Sebastian & continued to chat about something or other for some time before going to find out what had become of Puppy & his lady friend.

We found Puppy inside & he seemed to have managed to get subsequently more intoxicated in the time he’d be left unsupervised. He seemed somewhat distracted by this elusive female & didn’t stay long before going off to find her again. Sebastian & I went to sit down on the couch. We continued to chat about what I can’t remember, & I guess I wasn’t particularly interested because I remember getting up frequently to buy drinks before deciding that Sebastian’s lap looked like as gooder place as any to perch my arse. I glanced around briefly for Puppy while Sebastian continued to bitch about Puppy getting all the girls & coming up with ridiculous suggestions for why he didn’t. This had been a consistent theme throughout the night & I was well & truly over it by this stage. So doing what any girl would do when she wants a boy to shut up, I kissed him. The look of shock that came across that boys face still makes me laugh. This was followed by a substantial silence & then some slight stammering before a repetition of ” but your my supervisor”, to which I just continued to look around the room before settling my gaze on him & raising an eyebrow. “And…” I said, ” it was nice!” he finished off. I pursed my lips to the side & nodded continuing to look bored. “Dude, all night you’ve been bitching about not getting any girls & shit. You’re cute, shut up!” this was met by a look of surprise which I brushed off by again looking around the room. saved by the Puppy, I spotted him & headed towards him with a still dazed Sebastian in tow.

A nearly incoherent Puppy was tossing up whether or not to go home with the chick he’d been hanging with most of the night. Sebastian & Puppy had some serious plans to skydive in the morning, which I was fairly confident was not going to eventuate as soon as plans to go out  drinking were formulated. While I was attempting to sensibly enquire as to where the young lady lived & whether she would get him to my place in one piece the next morning, Sebastian was quite adement that Puppy go for it. I told Puppy to go get this chick so I could ask her myself as he was in no state to either answer questions nor make decisions. Within a minute or two we were joined by two girls. I repeated the questions & was assured that even though she lived miles away, she would have him returned before he turned into a pumpkin. The girls wandered off & the three of us set about making a group decision on Puppy’s behalf. Well when I say the three of us I mean Sebastian who was repeatedly telling him to go. Intrigued by this response I occasionally nodded & agreed. The decision was made & off stumbled Puppy with the two girls & Sebastian I headed off to my place.

A hop, skip & a stumble later we were in my bed. Not the craziest of moves, we had shared a bed before. My vodka haze prevents me from recalling the exact details, but I’m fairly confident that I initiated what was to follow with zero objections. The usual making out & sliding of hands ensued for an uncertain amount of time before all items of clothing had been flung into opposing corners of the room.  During this sliding of hands something pretty outstanding was discovered… I don’t like to be all straight to the point when I’m working with my hands, I like to brush my finger tips softly from shoulder to hip with only the briefest slightest touch to wood. The first thing I noticed when I brushed my hand over it was the size; long, thick, soft, perfectly proportioned, I may have even mouthed a thank you while looking up at the ceiling when I was pretty sure he wasn’t looking. I’m not sure if this really happened… but I was so grateful to have what I consider to be a beautiful penis in my possession. Not wanting to appear too impressed & not having ever given more than one hand job in entirety, I took matters out of my hands & into my vagina. I assumed one of my favourite positions, me on top & got down to some hip grinding goodness. Another redeeming quality Sebastian possessed was he was very handsy. I mean that in a very complimentary way too. Hands on breasts, hands on butt, hands on thighs, hands on neck. I had made the executive decision that we were going to embark on one of my other favourite positions without me having to tell him what I was planning. I’m not exactly sure how it came to be but my recollection was fairly seemless in its transition. I am generally quite reserved with who I allow to plow me from behind but the mood was right & fuck god damn it was amazing. How two hands can feel like they’re all over your body all at once is beyond me but it was beyond hot & as much as it pains me to admit it, no one has ever touched me the way I adore being touched while being fucked than this boy. I get giddy at having my hair pulled, being slapped on the thighs & some other assorted kinky shit that I’ll get into some other time & I kinda thought about getting some of that happening but I think it would have ruined the moment, which was strangely sweet & intense. I’m also not one to come through penetration alone, although it was accomplished once by pure accident, I was however very close at this point when Sebastian went for the reach around & started massaging my clit. I literally bit my lip, half in pure enjoyment & half to make sure I hadn’t slipped into a sex coma. Lost in my own world of ecstasy, I felt his abs pressing on my back & his breath on my ear ” do you want me to come inside you?’ he rasped in an unsually husky whisper. “Huh?” I said snapping back into the realisation there was another person involved in all of this. “Do you want me to come inside you?” he repeated. The fact that this differed from the generic “can I come on your tits?” that I usually received from boys of his calibre was a welcomed change. The way in which it was said was also intensely sexy, plus there was a condom in the works so all signs pointed to “fuck yes” which I may have possibly panted in the midst of the other sexy sounds escaping my mouth. & that he did, & following in the vain of the whole event it was hot & sweet & intense. This vibe lasted about 30 seconds before the “oh fuck I just slept with my supervisor” kicked in… what, a buzz kill. Beginning to be infected by this little stress ball I went to smoke a cigarette while I let the inherent consequences of such hot & sweaty actions kick in…

A whole stressful conversation followed in which not much was addressed, except that Puppy wasn’t to find out, I was attractive & similar thoughts might be had about me in the future & I decided it was bedtime. I also decided I wanted to spoon, which is weird because I’m not much of a , nor did I have any feelings of the fuzzy kind for this boy but the stress had left me in need of a hug. So I wrapped myself around Sebastian as he pretended to be asleep. I made sure to point all this out to him, but whether or not he heard me I wasn’t sure, I also didn’t care. I knew what I meant & really my opinion was the only one that mattered to me.

But to finish this story I have to go back to the very beginning, how I met Puppy…

Now I would have been 22 maybe 23 & was living out of home with two girls. We had all worked at the same bar then I moved to another bar close by. I think I’d been at work that night. Everyone was out at our local which saw some pretty crazy times. There were loads of people there, some I knew some I didn’t. I was drinking & talking to my mates when I saw two guys I didn’t know sitting on the window sill. One was cuter than the other but both cute. I looked over at them, they looked over at me, I turned & said to one of my friends “I think I’m going to have a threesome with them”. It was the most bizarre feeling, a mixed kind of excitement beyond anything I’d ever experienced before. I was tingley all over & nervous, but in a really awesome way. I knew I was about to experience something completely new & I don’t know how I knew before I’d even spoken to them I just did. You see the most beautiful thing about threesomes is the way in which they happen so organically. I have never planned a threesome & from all accounts of people who have, they haven’t panned out so well. So I walked on over & sat between them, they were Irish which was an extra little bonus, there was the tiniest bit of chit-chat & inviting smiles, next thing I was kissing one then the other. Now being that two guys had always been something I wanted but never knew how to get, I was pretty proud of myself at this point. Little did I know just how easy it is to get two boys into bed with you, the thing that still astounds me to this day is that the two boys have always been really good mates. I don’t quiet understand this but I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. We raced off to my place hand in hand in hand like naughty school kids running away from class.

It was a weird experience all kneeling on my bed, kissing & taking off each others clothes. I considered this to be my first grown up threesome. There was far less fumbling around, things just seemed to flow smoothly & I didn’t really have to worry about distributing myself evenly between them because they appeared to be very competitive about this. It felt very different having a guy on either side of me but I was fully enjoying having two sets of hands working on me at the same time. I can’t say these boys were amazingly talented with their hands, they seemed to be completely unaware of the clitoris but were big fans of finger fucking, of which I am too so I let the clit ignorance slide (excuse the pun). Now these boys as well as being competitive seemed to enjoy doing things together. As soon as one was kneading my breast the other would too, one started finger fucking me, the other would too. Not that I wasn’t well into this but it was all so strange. For some reason I had this no double adapter rule which I felt the need to point out & which I also curse having held onto for so long. At least I still have some goals left… They were fine with this & we progressed onto head. I cannot express how fucking incredible it is to get head while giving it. I have always hated 69s, they’ve always carried a sleazy outdated air to them. But this, this was something different entirely. What they lacked with their hands they definitely made up for with their mouths. The head was incredible, not so much so that I came, but that is no easy task. I really didn’t have to exert much effort because they would switch positions intermittently in a way that seemed almost choreographed. All that was required of me was that I give the best head I could in the position I was in which wasn’t my preferred position to be giving head & I did have to pay attention with the cuter one as he seemed set on getting deep throat which has never been part of my skills set but I have been diligently working on ever since. It was eventually realised when things started getting a bit hotter that no one had condoms so the less cute one went to the servo to acquire some. The cuter one who was not a man of many words fell asleep on the end of my bed while I smoked a cigarette. When the less cute one got back we went & fucked on the bathroom floor which was a very less than amazing experience. He was rather small & thin. I don’t have the worlds biggest vagina by any means, so I’m not one of those girls who loves the massive cocks. If you’re on the small side but have got the moves, that more than makes up for it. It was also intensely uncomfortable & he kept looking into my eyes in that way guys always seem to do. I can’t stand this, I can count one hand the amount of guys who have gotten away with this look. Now I’m not talking about the hot sexy I can’t get enough of you look. I mean the sappy little puppy dog in love eyes. Makes me want to hurl. I’m pretty sure he asked me on a date while fucking me. Which I think is a particularly sneaky move.  So feeling cornered I said yes & we went & got into bed after he literally kicked his mate off & nearly impaled him on an iron that was on the floor.

I did go on a date with the guy which was boring as fuck & slept with him again in a bed this time but he annoyingly kept asking me where I was during it which just pissed me the fuck off. Yes I was thinking about someone else,yes the sex was terrible & no I didn’t see him again.

I was at my favourite club in Sydney a few weekends ago hanging with my Honey B, watching a mates band & just generally causing trouble. We spent a good portion of the night drinking & taking photos of each other being the special people we are. Then we decided to go upstairs & before I knew it my little Honey B had made a whole crew of new friends. So we mingled, danced, drank & took more photos. For some reason whenever I have my camera at this club someone always thinks I’m the photographer & wants their photo taken. Maybe I should consider expanding my horizons to club photographer… ha ha, anyway off point. I started chatting to this one guy but had my eye on another guy who was totally my type & the living equivalent of a cigarette, he looked pretty, I wanted him but I knew I’d feel like shit in the morning. This was Edward but I forgot about him & continued talking to the other dude. Now this dude was pretty smooth & very handsy. Not in a sleazy way, but he was always touching my back. I found out he had a girlfriend & was totally grossed out by the experience & kept my distance after that. Now I’m not one to get on my moral high horse but as I wasn’t interested in the first place it just gave me the push I needed to get away. Everyone continued to drink & do their thing until someone got kicked out or we decided to leave… I can’t remember which one.

At some point whilst hanging around on the street watching the cops keeping the peace it was suggested that we all go back to Honey B’s place which was just down the road. This suggestion probably came from the devious mind of yours truly. We all piled in & kept talking & laughing & drinking. Honey B disappeared & I was left of the couch next to Edward who I’d been sharing a blanket with & who had been stroking my leg for sometime now. One of his mates was on the other sofa not in such a pretty mood. But we lay down on our couch & started fooling around. I started brushing my lips loosely on his neck until his breathing got heavier at which point I started to bite at it with medium force alternating with long licks & lose lips again. It was around this point that his mate left. Now as it’s debatable how this actually happened & it doesn’t really matter I’ll just leave it as he left. Alone at last we went back to the mutual licking, biting & kissing of necks. I was happily surprised when Edward slid his hand down my pants but was kind of confused as he still hadn’t kissed my lips. I quickly whispered enquiring into this to which the response was “I’m making you wait for it”. Ok I thought, weird but fair call. What was going on was more than enough to have me hot as fuck. After about 5 seconds of hand action kissing was the last thing on my mind. I give the boy credit for making my clit his first stop but my god, it felt like someone had driven a Mack truck between my legs. This guy was unbelievably rough, not aggressive, but way rough. It’s hard even to describe the way in which he was rough. It was just pressure. Never in my life have I experience the outrageous amount of pressure I was in that moment. Even after my continual requests to be more gentle & my frequent repositioning of his hand the pressure was still crazy bad, only now he’d started to migrated down. At this point I was fairly concerned for the rest of my vagina having managed to contain the assault to one general area. It was such a shame cause I was so turned on by the neck action & it had been way too long since I’d been fucked in the way I so desired. But this hand job massacre was scaring the shit out of me, I was stunned. After god knows how long of this Edward said he needed a cigarette. He was out so he said he was going to the shop to buy some along with some other things. I was glad for the break but after a while it struck me that the boy wasn’t coming back. Now just before dawn when still pretty tanked my ego got the better of me & I was pretty furious. So doing the only rational thing, I caught the next train home, which was nearly 3hrs might add. With my bag of Burger King, giant sunnies, last nights make up, the warmest yet illest matching jacket that made me look like a fucked up raver I was happily on the train. Had I not been in such a filthy mood I may have been able to resist the urge to convey my wrath in the form of fb msgs… however I wasn’t, so I didn’t. Edward took it quite well might I add, although I don’t know how nasty you can be to a girl you’ve just made out with when you have a girlfriend & said girl now knows her name… Yep that’s right, he had a girlfriend.

When I got home, thanks to my phone alarm, I drove my truck back which I had conveniently left at the station. This was maybe not the best idea but also not the only bad idea I’d gone with in the last 6hrs. Home in one piece I crashed out for a very very long time on my awesomely comfortable sofa. When I finally stirred from my coma I got up to have a shower. Now when I say this boy massacred my vagina  I wasn’t joking. He had pressed so hard he had managed to do enough damage to cause enough swelling to make my heart skip a few beats. I was sore for days & all for a half arsed hand job. Funnily enough the next time I saw him he was the one feeling uncomfortable…

I had the awesome idea to go skinny dipping, which I did from time to time. So we went to the pool in the middle of my apartment complex & scaled the fence. That fence & my thighs were not friends, it was responsible for some of the ripest bruises my thighs have ever seen. We stripped off & got in the pool. After a little bit of swimming around I wrapped my arms around him & we started making out. Now pool sex is never hot, it’s kinda weird & cold & water gets invited to the party in places you just don’t want it. However it’s still fun, so we kinda got the ball rolling with the pool sex, but mostly just made out & giggled & splashed around. That is until one of the pesky security guards came & barked at us to get out. This happened occasionally & they were usually rude but this time the dude stood there staring at us while we got dressed. Like really stared, in a really creepy way. So we went up to my place & finished what we started. Nothing particularly stand out happened but it was hot & fun & he was quite gentle in a respectful kinda way which strangely, considering all the fucked up shit I’m into, is something I really like.  After a few hours of gentle yet hot sex we spooned & crashed. Now that I think about it all the punk boys I’ve been with were very big on spooning. When I woke up in the morning he was gone & had left a note. Which I remember thinking was very cute. We remained friends until he moved away.

Way back when I was 19 I was catching up with a mate from school, I’ll call him Steve and a mate from TAFE, who I’ll call Larry. So we were hanging out at Steve’s house in Newtown drinking beers & smoking weed just enjoying the afternoon & also doing Tabasco shots if memory serves me correctly. We decided after a couple of hours we’d go out & do a bit of a pub crawl down King St. During this Steve got a call from his bro letting him know that his mate’s band had a gig on down the road. So we decided we’d go to that being that we all liked them plus I had thought the drummer was cute for sometime now & can just recall taking my top off to one of their songs & flashing my boobs at Steve one very drunken party night as part of a deal he’d work on an intro at some point. Steve passed out before he got a chance to see my boobs, which now that I think of it could almost fit in the cup of my hand at that point… I miss C cup boobs: ( So all our friends got to enjoy my glorious C cup boobies & poor steve didn’t & I totally forgot about the entire thing till the phone call. We went to the gig & all snorted & giggled as I jumped around lifting up my jumper to the song I’d taken it off to. We moved on from the gig & kept drinking at the pub. Starting to get bored we decided we’d go back to the house.

We got back & walked into to a house full of people. Apparently the band & all their friends & all Steve’s flatmate’s friends had thought a house party to be a tops idea. It’s a bit of a blur up until the party died down & there were enough of us left to play Trivial Pursuit with doubles teams. Larry didn’t want to play & I think we were one extra anyway so he opted to read the questions & this is why I call him Larry because that’s the name he was given by the guitarist & it stuck for years. Everyone was pretty mellow by this stage in the night, but the guitarist who I will call Creepy Tom kept gloating about where he was from & where he went to uni & how amazing he & it & his whole deal was. The more annoying part is he kept winning. After the game was done & Creepy Tom won. Everyone dispersed to theirs or their mates rooms. Steve’s room ended up pretty packed & we continued drinking & smoking. Now to anyone who knows me & knows how easily I get stoned, can understand how fucked I would have been actually smoking joints. The vocalist stuck his head in at some point looking for condoms which for a room full of dudes it surprised me that no one was packing. Is this just an out dated concept now? I can’t remember the last time a guy actually pulled out a condom they were carrying. More drinking & smoking & talking shit was had. Eventually everyone got tired & left except me, Steve, Larry & Creepy Tom. There was Steve’s double bed & a single mattress on the floor. Now Steve & Larry were both big dudes who snored & kicked in their sleep, so I thought sharing the single mattress with Creepy Tom was harmless enough. The lights went out & silence ensued. Being that it was a single mattress obviously room was limited so we assumed the spoon position. There was a little bit of moving around but nothing special. I considered whether I actually wanted to get busy with this guy & decided that I didn’t. So I did what I do when I’m bored & went to sleep…

I awoke to the light stinging my eyes, the sound of birds making my head pound & Larry sitting cross-legged & very stern-faced on the end of Steve’s bed. Collecting my thoughts I asked what the deal was. After a long sigh he informed me that after I had drifted into my blissfully unaware slumber he had stayed awake as he didn’t trust Creepy Tom. And rightfully so it seems, for Creepy Tom had gotten rather busy with his hands well after I was cutely snoring & obviously asleep. Steve had apparently hissed threats at him & Creepy Tom had kept his hands to himself from that point on.

Now although I do not have any memories of the actual event the thought of being molested in my sleep fully grosses me out. Unfortunately for me this band did very well for themselves just a few years later & to this day continue to get more than enough airplay. So thank you Creepy Tom, thank you for violating me up in my sleep you fucking weirdo, who gets off on feeling up a girl that’s dead to the world? That’s like a hop, skip & a jump away from necrophilia! Even after your band falls apart I will continue to get a shudder down my spine when I hear one of your crappy catchy little tunes.

Where to begin? At the first one I suppose. Now this is not a favourite of mine because it involved my first boyfriend who was a real piece of shit. But the good thing was that it finally ended a horrible relationship I had been trying to get out of for a really long time. I think I would have been 15 at the time… the piece of shits parents were away so I went over with a friend & got on the wines. I was lying in his parents bed with her & we started making out. Not my first girl on girl action. She wanted him to get involved, I didn’t but I called him in any way. I can’t remember exactly what happened, I didn’t do much, it was mostly them. I just remember the look on his face. Not anywhere near enjoyment. He looked like he was going to cry & kept saying my name & reaching for me. I have to say this gave me a lot of satisfaction because he was an utter cunt. So after that he couldn’t bear to look at me & I was free!! Yaaaaaaay! Small price to pay.

So I think my second was with my best friend & my boyfriend (not the piece of shit) or soon to be boyfriend’s best mate. I think I was 16. We were having an exclusive little party at his parents house cause they were loaded & had a sweet house & were always away. I think I’d just shagged my boy & gone in to see how my mate was going with his mate. Being the subtle person I am I ran in & jumped on her. We started making out which wasn’t unusual. I paid no attention to him & I kept asking her how far she wanted me to go & she said as far as you want. So I went down a girl for the first time. It was a little daunting but it was warm & tasted like salty lemons & I think I did an alright job. I finished & went back to cuddle with my boy. Never an issue we dated for a very long time after that.

Now with the same girl years later & with an ex boyfriend (different one again) who she had fucked on a trampoline at a party just after we broke up & then told me about it the next morning with a massive grin on her face at the train station. Yeah, she was a great friend. Not a very interesting experience. Mostly those two, I had my damn period.

So the beginnings of my threesome experiences were a little less than amazing. But it’s like riding a bike with your training wheels on, it’ll do, but nothing beats the feeling when you nail how to ride & you ride as hard as you & feel the wind blow all over your face. Ha ha ha.

While cleaning today for some reason I was reminded of this dude. I think we went on like one or two dates… Anyway he was a nice enough guy, my age (I know right? I can anticipate the gasps), average looking & not particularly tall but dressed well enough. Now that I think about it he was kind of like E but less attractive & far less charismatic. He had a kid which didn’t faze me, I kind of like to believe that breeds some kind of responsiblity. Ha ha ha, unintentional pun, sweet. So the first date wasn’t painful or anything like some I’ve been on, just average, the whole experience was fairly average. He also told me he had no sense of smell which kinda turned me off. I just got weirded out by it. I like when I guy, or girl for that matter, realises how good I smell & nuzzles into the base of my neck to inhale deeply & sigh. Hot! So that’s what I’d be missing out on. He also had no sense of taste. There was the whole food aspect, but I was more concerned with the fact this boy had never tasted a vagina in his life. Such a sad truth. So the dates were average but they ended with some fairly decent make out sessions. Still rather average in the grand scheme of make out sessions. We were supposed to go out on a third date & I got the sneaking suspicion that the excuses were beginning to emerge. I really can’t be arsed playing games, unless of course the kind of sexy creepy games that both parties are in on, so I was fairly blunt & that was the end of that.

Fast forward a good few months. I now had a flatmate & was shagging a stray I had brought home one night from the pub who would shortly be added to my neat little list of douchebags. Me & the flat mate had been at the pub where this douchebag had been also. I’d offered for him to crash at my place cause I’m a nice person & he was very drunk & had a long way to go. I have since learned a) not to pick up strays from the pub, particularly THAT pub & b) not to offer to let a certain type of boy ever stay at my house. But this is a different story all together which I will undoubtably get in trouble for writing about so I will bide my time with that little golden nugget of debauchery. We’d gotten home, I had just finished texting said douchebag who was gloating about his awesome spew at the train station (oh yeah, I can pick em) & was curled up in bed shaking my head & freezing my arse off cause my house is a fucking icebox in winter but hadn’t yet even bothered to wash off my make up when the door bell rang. Now for some reason people I know tend not to ring the door bell but rather knock. So when the door bell does ring it tends to make my blood run cold just a little at such an early hour. I waited a bit thinking the flat mate might get up before realising how pointless that was. Opening the door to no one is always kind of creepy, & not the good kind of creepy, it’s worth pointing out that someone had been leaving hand-picked flowers in our letter box & on the door step for months. I was about to close the door when out stumbles old mate with no sense of smell. So I’m like “ah… hi?” & he starts crapping on about being at some poker game & missing the last bus & not having any money, slurring & staggering, oh so classy. I ask him to get to the point & he wants to sleep on the couch. Ah no. Which launches him into pretty much having a go at me for ignoring him which I oh so politely corrected that in actual fact it was him that cut contact with me. After about 15 mins of him begging to sleep on the couch & me saying no he finally wandered off.

So what’s the moral of this story? I’m in no position to talk morals. But I will say I never saw or heard from the boy with no sense of smell again & am happily playing a mutual game of avoidance with the douchebag.