Posted 22 January 2011 - 02:35 PM
Last Monday I went to visit my beneficial friend G up in Bedford - the one I had the threesomes with, a threesome facilitator, you might say. Her internet wasn't working but I was expecting to spend the entire week in bed so I didn't really care. When I got there, she met me with her friend, who I will call Three, G told me she'd met this guy the Saturday before and wanted him as a boyfriend but had persuaded him to wait a week so she could fuck me for the last time. I thought good, she's met someone she likes romantically, and good, we can still bang. She then made me carry all my luggage around a town centre while shopping, then paying for the shopping in the Tesco's her new guy works in that's ten minutes from her house, then carrying it back to her place to meet her dog, watching her show Three how to do beading, then staying there with Three (Three being a woman in an open relationship who doesn't mind sex with me and G at the same time but prefers her longtime boyfriend for solo) while G went to Tesco at about 8 to get some milk. At that point I'd had about 28 hours of being awake. Three hours later I went to bed from tiredness, fifteen minutes after that G came home, told Three that she'd run into her new guy at the store, her new guy wasn't actually OK with her shagging me for five days and she turned my weekend of decadence and threesomes into paying £100 to dogsit while she visited her new guy. Two days before I got there, five days after I bought the tickets. She'd literally slept in the dogbed that night out of guilt. Oh, the second to last night was fine, but Three's birthday meal with Three's boyfriend, who I will call Robotnik, turned into commiserations over G's shitty timing. The point of the week was a final shagging session in a house that didn't have either an exboyfriend in an adjacent room or family members coming home from a trip to Egypt early to ruin it, to have a really good farewell to the beneficial part of our friendship, and then Tesco! TESCO!
And then I made the five hour journey back to Plymouth after two hours sleep, and two hours later went to my sister's house party and made out with the girl my older brother dumped the day before.
It might still be better than the worst week I had in January last year but it STILL sucks balls.
Hello, soldiers, look at your mage, now back to me, now back at your mage, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped being an unascended mortal and switched to Sole Spice, he could smell like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in a warren with the High Mage your cadre mage could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an acorn with two gates to that realm you love. Look again, the acorn is now otataral. Anything is possible when your mage smells like Sole Spice and not a Bole brother. I’m on a quorl.