Originally posted by ~Wålshy~
what!?you're the one asking me what im wearing and if ill take off my shirt etc awehawe
You say that to me.
Originally posted by The Grey Fox
Cool. I don't mind being a less important character, guess it'd just be pretty cool seeing my name in there.
I'm working on 'The Grey Fox' chapter
Originally posted by caedusrulesallim acting strange? sol is the strange one. uhuh
Mr. Walshy, how many drinks have you had today? You're acting stranger than usual.
Originally posted by caedusrulesallcool mmm
Sci-Fi ish/Action/Gangster Drama/A bit of romanceYou're one of the characters getting killed, Mr. Walshy.
wonderful. awehuhs
I had this spectacularly awesome threesome on Saturday (and into Sunday). I mean, it was sort of everything one could ever want in a threesome. It was a bit kinky and sweet and funny and fun and orgasmic. And it was with two of my new favorite people.
And honestly, I have no idea how to approach writing about it.
The whole experience hit home. In so many ways. It was almost too full (in that good way.) Too epic with erotic and emotional undertones. I'm still trying to piece together the events, still daydreaming about the goings on. Still gasping for air.
Sigh.
I say that a lot lately: Sigh. As soon as I think as I have a semblance of calm, of direction, something like this threesome comes along, and ****s it all up (in a good way) and I have to sigh. And in that sigh is a kind of relief (I did it!) and also a sense of distress (What did I do?!) No regrets, though, NONE of those. Regret is the farthest, farthest thing from what I'm feeling right now.
Oh, my poor dear reader, am I making any sense? Does it make any sense to have experienced something beautiful and to question its meaning? It doesn't really. Does beauty have meaning? Does it even have to? Physical attractiveness (ie, beauty) is measured in terms of symmetry. Does this mean I had a symmetrical threesome? Things the same on all sides? How can that be when there are three people? Bodies reflecting on bodies reflect on bodies? Two mirrors facing on another provides an infinity of reflections. What could three mirrors do? Oh, the variables. Oh, how vague. You can tell, I'm working it out. Trying.
My desires used to be locked up in a chest of drawers in the corner of a room in my heart; now they're just being thrown about the entire house. Scattered. Disheveled. A gorgeous mess of me out for everyone to see. Sometimes I think that's what this blog is: just a mess. But a mess attempting to be cleaned up by words. Words that attempt to organize. A blog post being a box, a drawer, a shelf.
I can't tell you the amazing fun I had on Saturday night and Sunday morning. It's not that I don't want to share it all. I do. And I'll try. In a bit. Or maybe one of them will blog about it first and I can just sit back and read. Hee hee. Hang in there, dear reader...hang in there.