Boobies wonderland
I woke up with a terrible hangover from last night's party. Oh why am I so unfortunate to not wake up with a man who'll bring me breakfast in bed? Okay, screw that, I'm not a breakfast kind of person but at least a man who'll brews me tea and take care of me when I'm sick?
So I was the wing-woman for my friend at this all females rave party. Lesbian/bisexual ladies galore! It's been how many years since I've last attended this kind of parties? I didn't actually wanna go but...I just can't say no to my friend but damn the amount of corporate ladies in there is like wow, too damn high. I swear, with all the hugging and kissing as greetings, I had to redo my lipstick every 5 minutes and I smelled like a departmental perfume counter. I was still thinking what name I should give myself and thought up: Derpina, Carmen, Nicole but as I was walking towards a lady which my friend got her eyes on.....someone shouted my name from the other side. Bummer, the gig is up and it haven't even started yet! Apparently, it's (let's call her M) she's someone I played with during a swing session a few years back. I can still remember the first time I met her. She was in her denim skirt, black bra, holding a glass of wine in her hand while dancing to salsa music. Ah ~ that was a pretty good time we had.
Despite the few wrinkles added onto her face, she's still looking good I must say. She hands me a glass of wine and we both reminisce about the fun times we had and how it has been so long since we last met. We chatted about what happened after that fun time and our lives. We even traded funny anecdotes about the men we came across and the many weird fetishes requests we've gotten. She got pulled away by her friends and I went back to ya know, being the wing-woman I'm supposed to be. My friend hooked up with that lady so it's a success.
I went dancing and this lady suddenly appears next to me, shaking her body and thrusting her hips at me. It's like she's offering me her pussy and just like any normal male, I took that pussy. Heheh! Nah, we just rubbed our bodies together, touching each other and shaking our booties while Madonna was singing above us. She gave me her card and winked at me not before kissing me. I hated the taste of her lips. Yuck, i hate the taste of Mac lipstick.
I went back to chat with my friend and there's this big booty woman gyrating her butt right next to me and inching closer to my face. I'm like: "WTF bitch, can't you see I'm having a conversation? Don't interrupt, rude." So I politely told her to give me some space and I'll dance with her later. She hugged me. I was suffocated by her boobs. I really can't understand it. Is it really heaven for guys to be surrounded by boobs? Cause I was and I got pretty bored of it real fast not to mention almost suffocated by some.
I had a few martinis and I saw a bunch of them got their little vibrators out for that little buzz and i squealed like a little girl. It is so cuteeeeeeeeeeee!! There was even a little chef with the long hat! Such adorable toys! I want one but I draw the line when it comes to sharing. This lady offered to borrow me her's but...nah, no thank you mam. I know it's been up your cooch but who knows how many coochs it's been in? Hygiene purposes ~
I left the rave after a few hours, I saw quite a few having some toys and dildos in their purses...plus I'm not really in the mood in hooking up with any of them. M slipped me her card before I left though, she wanted to catch up over coffee and maybe play again next time if she found any interesting peacocks.
Overall, it was a great party but i gotta apologize to my neighbor. After the amount of wine, martini, whisky and irish cream I had......I puked all over my neighbor's gate and potted plants when I was walking back home. I'm sorry but I just couldn't hold it in anymore. No more drinking for me until christmas. Cause I'm... #foreveralone and the best way to celebrate christmas is a bottle of alcohol, maybe pizza and chocolates while playing battlefield or just browsing 9gag?
So I was the wing-woman for my friend at this all females rave party. Lesbian/bisexual ladies galore! It's been how many years since I've last attended this kind of parties? I didn't actually wanna go but...I just can't say no to my friend but damn the amount of corporate ladies in there is like wow, too damn high. I swear, with all the hugging and kissing as greetings, I had to redo my lipstick every 5 minutes and I smelled like a departmental perfume counter. I was still thinking what name I should give myself and thought up: Derpina, Carmen, Nicole but as I was walking towards a lady which my friend got her eyes on.....someone shouted my name from the other side. Bummer, the gig is up and it haven't even started yet! Apparently, it's (let's call her M) she's someone I played with during a swing session a few years back. I can still remember the first time I met her. She was in her denim skirt, black bra, holding a glass of wine in her hand while dancing to salsa music. Ah ~ that was a pretty good time we had.
Despite the few wrinkles added onto her face, she's still looking good I must say. She hands me a glass of wine and we both reminisce about the fun times we had and how it has been so long since we last met. We chatted about what happened after that fun time and our lives. We even traded funny anecdotes about the men we came across and the many weird fetishes requests we've gotten. She got pulled away by her friends and I went back to ya know, being the wing-woman I'm supposed to be. My friend hooked up with that lady so it's a success.
I went dancing and this lady suddenly appears next to me, shaking her body and thrusting her hips at me. It's like she's offering me her pussy and just like any normal male, I took that pussy. Heheh! Nah, we just rubbed our bodies together, touching each other and shaking our booties while Madonna was singing above us. She gave me her card and winked at me not before kissing me. I hated the taste of her lips. Yuck, i hate the taste of Mac lipstick.
I went back to chat with my friend and there's this big booty woman gyrating her butt right next to me and inching closer to my face. I'm like: "WTF bitch, can't you see I'm having a conversation? Don't interrupt, rude." So I politely told her to give me some space and I'll dance with her later. She hugged me. I was suffocated by her boobs. I really can't understand it. Is it really heaven for guys to be surrounded by boobs? Cause I was and I got pretty bored of it real fast not to mention almost suffocated by some.
I had a few martinis and I saw a bunch of them got their little vibrators out for that little buzz and i squealed like a little girl. It is so cuteeeeeeeeeeee!! There was even a little chef with the long hat! Such adorable toys! I want one but I draw the line when it comes to sharing. This lady offered to borrow me her's but...nah, no thank you mam. I know it's been up your cooch but who knows how many coochs it's been in? Hygiene purposes ~
I left the rave after a few hours, I saw quite a few having some toys and dildos in their purses...plus I'm not really in the mood in hooking up with any of them. M slipped me her card before I left though, she wanted to catch up over coffee and maybe play again next time if she found any interesting peacocks.
Overall, it was a great party but i gotta apologize to my neighbor. After the amount of wine, martini, whisky and irish cream I had......I puked all over my neighbor's gate and potted plants when I was walking back home. I'm sorry but I just couldn't hold it in anymore. No more drinking for me until christmas. Cause I'm... #foreveralone and the best way to celebrate christmas is a bottle of alcohol, maybe pizza and chocolates while playing battlefield or just browsing 9gag?
10 years ago