So, this is the first post of my sex blog experiment.
First of all, if the thought of me having sex or whatever completely makes you want to be ill, then stop reading.
NOW.
On Saturday, Jack and I were invited to a party at my friend Jon's house in Mississauga. Well, it's his parents' house, but nonetheless, it's fucking gorgeous. I was already drunk when we arrived. Jack thought it was hilarious because this was the first time I had been drinking and he hadn't. I ran in the house messy haired, crazy and belligerent (as Jon said). He handed me a glass and told me to keep drinking. A lot of people from our Art Fundamentals course came so it was a lot of fun being drunk with them.
Why is it that I want to see people that I already love drinking?
Anyway, as the night progressed, Jack and I wanted to be alone...obviously.
Jon showed us the room where we'd be sleeping and knew what we were planning.
All of a sudden, my friend Natasha, drunk and friendly, ran up to us to chat.
This did not bode well.
As we were talking, Jack put his hand up the back of my shirt and began running his nails along my back.
And being the masochist that I am, I was loving every minute of it.
That evil, evil, evil Jack.
I stuck my hand up the back of his shirt and dug my nails into his skin.
And, being the masochist that he is, was loving every minute of it.
So, as Jack decided to prolong the conversation as long as he could, he teased me to no end.
FINALLY, Natasha skittered off to find her boyfriend and I was talking to her as she went downstairs and I looked to the right of me in the bedroom and Jack was already taking his pants off.
I mauled him to the bed and he fought me and I lost.
BUT I soon caught him off guard and I was sitting on top of him and we were making out.
All of a sudden I heard this bang from underneath me.
We stopped and looked at each other not really thinking much of it. We thought maybe the bed was just really noisy.
After a couple more minutes we heard two more bangs. We stopped and collapsed to the floor in our drunken state and looked under the bed.
Three of the boards holding the box spring in, were lying on the floor.
We looked at each other and laughed and put the boards back.
We tried on the bed again, but ended up busting the boards and took to the floor.
By the next morning, we had to fix the boards three times.
I hope no one notices.
placed: mah room
felt: giggly
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