With Kay working 7:30 a.m. New Year's Day, I flew solo for the eve's celebrations. I went to a gal friend's house. There were only a handful of us there. (Names changed) My friend Liz, Liz's date (Kim), Liz's roommate Bri, and their friend Trey.
A nice and quiet, at-home celebration. Well, as quiet as it can be with everyone on the guest list being sex-addicted gays with lots of alcohol at their disposal.
Liz wanted me. There was no doubt about it. She was trying to kiss on me all night, but I wasn't interested.
I wanted Bri.
I had met her once before and thought she was cute. And she's even cuter when she's single, I'm flying solo, and we are both drunk.
Liz came up to me and told me, "If you want her, she'll take you."
I wanted her. She took me.
Typically, I'm the dominant one, but Bri ran the show and I didn't care at all. She was rough and that's how I like it.
Biting, hair pulling, tongue/nipple/clit sucking, finger fucking, and painful, rough sex. The kind you feel for days after.
I'm still feeling it today.
In all my many years of sexual activity, I have had maybe five orgasms from oral sex. Last night, that number doubled.
And then I can't even tell you how many orgasms I had from other modalities.
She spoiled me. And I loved it.
We got up out of bed for a bit, but then it wasn't long before we went back for round two.
It was a great way to ring in the New Year.
Now...about those resolutions...