Playing the field

I have a special fondness for rugby club. It was where I perfected my drinking skills; I smile as I remember those days of drinking until you nearly blacked out. Surprisingly I have never really gotten stone drank; I should try it one of these days before I quit. So before I completely drift off course, rugby club was the place I also kissed more guys in one night and went home with none…well that wasn’t the original plan. On this particular day I went and found one of my fcuk buddies Pete just near the entrance; I gave him a loud smoldering kiss and squeezed his gonads just to make a promise. As I was still strutting my non existent butt, I found Joel my sugar boy, with a tight squeeze and smack on his ass I promised to get back to him later but before I could get to the Nyama Choma place, I bumped into Shawn, my one and only crush. Mentally I erased the existence of all the other guys and decided it is Shawn I required.

 Wanting Shawn wasn’t a hard thing; the guy was so cultured it made me feel like I grew up in Lachanpenino! He was suave and oozed sex appeal in buckets! In fact he was one of the few males I wanted to marry then. While I was being cuddled by Shawn, Joel passes by and asks to have a word with me. Excusing myself briefly to go speak to him I end up being thoroughly ravished behind the containers! Oh those containers; I don’t know how many times hands have found their way up my skirt on a given night! This particular night I sort of suspended all my brain cells and enjoyed the attention. The really cool thing about being a bitch is that you are completely aware of it and your right to play the field. You don’t wait for things to happen but rather make them happen. After extraditing myself from Joel’s rather tight embrace, I pranced back to Shawn who was sipping Guinness like a billionaire and firmly planted my self into his arms; even I have standards and this was one fella I wanted to keep around for a while. With this zero distance it was easy to measure our body temperatures which kept on rising with all the petting involved. I would kiss him as his buddies whistled, tug on his lower lip as I watched his eyes turn to molten sugar.

Watching all this desire was such a powerful turn on I thought I was going to melt right there and then. This was flirting at its best because my eyes over his shoulders would be checking out another perfectly muscled butt in the right jeans! Anyway this night ended with me in my bed alone but not before I had slept across five guys in the back seat of a car as we headed to Steak Out. I won’t elaborate on all those pairs of hands and hard-ons I felt at once! Fortunately, it was Shawn I wanted and I was saving him for last. This wasn’t a meal to be hurried. I intended to enjoy it like a full 7 course dinner but I guess that will be a story for another day.