I'm Gonna Kill Him! Hooray!
OK. So this is a new feature I will be doing twice a month - well, that's the plan, anyway; I always have the best intentions.
I really didn't know what the hell I was doing when I first began this blog, so day after day, I rolled out some of my juiciest stories - and almost no one got to read them. In hindsight, I would have held my cards a little closer
So here's the deal:
I will do a quick 'n' dirty version (isn't that the best way regardless?) of a post from last year ever other Friday. I won't be doing a link-up, mainly because Life in a Pink Fibro has that covered with her fabulous Weekend Rewind. If you haven't checked that out, I highly recommend it.
Friends with Benefits
Most people will say that the concept of "Friends with Benefits" is nothing but a myth. This is not true; it is actually possible, however rare, like an exotic endangered animal.
I was able to have a successful FWB arrangement with a close friend of mine during the summer of our final year in high school (and it continued off and on for about 6 years). There was an in-door pool, sauna, hot tub and a couple acres of land and forest. Mark and I ended up being the only 2 in the hot tub and were exchanging harmless sexual innuendos and banter, which was entirely normal for us... until I responded to one of his insults with the very original, “Screw You!” He laughed for a second and then stopped abruptly. While still smiling, he replied, “Alright.”
“You heard me! Let’s do it.”
And we jumped out of the hot tub. There were a lot of people doing their own things at the party and no one noticed the two of us heading off into the woods.
There is one thing that I need to mention about the great Canadian woodlands...it is always fully stocked with mosquitoes...and they LOVE me. I was wearing a one-piece bathing suit, so in order to engage in some sexual liaisons, I had to get totally naked. My holiest of bits were on display for all the little blood-sucking insects to see. We managed to have a great little quickie that night; it wasn’t exactly the ideal setting for a slow, comfortable screw.
I did end up paying for it the next morning, however. The sex was fun, but there was not much quite as unpleasant than a half dozen giant itchy mosquito bites wedged up high between my butt cheeks, that was for certain!