Sorry ’bout the very informative post yesterday, but frustration took the best of me.
The threesome went well. A little too well maybe, the night itself went perfectly, mine and their attention was split perfectly, it was a night of passion I’ll never forget, probably they won’t either, but therein didn’t lie the problem.
When I returned early from work last Thursday, I found not only my love was home, I found the aforementioned beautiful lady going down on my girlfriend! Well, I can tell you, you’ll never be the same again if you see a girl licking the cooch of the woman you love. All childish delusions of the world went out the window.
My true love has now left me for another woman, okay, it wasn’t perfect, but I felt we had something special, and she threw it all away for the woman we both had at the same time. Is it irony or is it just shite? I don’t know, what do we do when we aren’t our ones one? Has life still got meaning?
John Sacks
