Another day, another party. Last night was The Marine’s Christmas party in his, I have to say, very swanky apartment in the city centre. One friend who was there thought to bring her mum and her mum’s fiancée along, which made for a very uncomfortable game of never have I ever. Well from their perspective anyway, the rest of us had a great laugh laughing at them.
I also had the dubious pleasure of hearing one of my own stories being told back to me, in a foreign language, from the flatmate of the boy concerned. Erm… I know this isn’t the largest of cities, but really. Anyway, that’s all another story for another blog.
So yeah, for once (total lie) I’m not really sure how it all happened. Gin was involved and while I was in nowhere near the state I was in the night before last. The Marine just kept topping up my glass every time I took a sip and it was only when I ran into another friend who was leaving the bathroom as I was going in, who helpfully informed me that “you two are definitely having sex tonight”, that it occurred to me he might be keeping the gin flowing for good reason. At one point as he was handing me a refill I said I was really drunk, just to clear up any misconceptions anyone might have had, and he was like “well you can stay here if needs be…” and a stroke to the arm. About quarter to four this morning everyone left and no-one even commented on the fact that I wasn’t, I think the whole thing was well-established by that point, and I was stood in the living room while he saw everyone off at the door. He came back and all he said was “if you happen to be naked on my bed in five minutes…” and I obliged and it carried on from there.
I have to say though – much as I enjoy being submissive at times, very often I’m not a very good bottom. I can count on one hand the number of times when I’ve been the passive partner during male-male sex and actually enjoyed that part of it. Usually it just hurts. The Marine was particularly good about me wanting to stop halfway through though (some people just keep going) and then did his damnedest to get me off. He actually gives really (really!) good head, who knew?
As far as pillow talk goes though, two words you never ever want to hear are the words “my boyfriend”. I honestly didn’t know (though to be honest it probably wouldn’t have stopped me – we’ll have my thoughts on adultery another time). Anyway, I woke up this morning to find that he’d opted to sleep on the couch, vaguely insulting but I know I snore so fair enough really. The walk of shame is much nicer when it starts in such a nice flat – and so central too!