adrenaline

Sunday, December 21, 2008

You know the standard booty call ready routine: shave every day no matter how much you're running late, have the ultra large purse aka the slut bag ready with all your toiletries, condoms and lube, Altoids are your friend-keep them stocked... I can usually get out of the door in less than 30 minutes after getting a booty call because it's kind of rude to make the person wait for more than an hour.

I haven't had that rush to meet a stranger for sex in a while. This time, I had my partner in crime. The Mickey to my Mallory, without all the bloodshed. With two sluts instead of one, the details can be conversed. There's one side of the story with two perspectives.

"Wasn't it weird when they started holding each other after we fucked?"
"She used a lot of teeth."
"I feel like I just fucked Antonio Banderas."

And we can also debate about whether or not to hook up again, how long after we hooked up do we call them up again if we should do it at all. And best of all, the sex we have after we fuck other people.

I set us up with a couple who lived up by the Miracle Mile, which is a part of LA that I absolutely loathe, no offense. They texted us their address and told us to walk in and jump into bed with them, which is exactly what happened.

We got started on each other and did all variations of the daisy chain. My favorite part was when she was riding my face and he snuck his way between my legs and started driving his cock deep inside me. At one point, he was reaching from behind her to finger her while I pressed a vibe against her clit... and made her squirt while her man was... I wasn't really paying attention.

For our first foursome, it was quite amazing. As usual, I find it easier to talk to people after seeing them naked, which was the case. Having been thrown into various situations, I very much prefer the booty call. It's how I was when I was single: fuck and run. And now that I have an equally slutty playmate, we just want to fuck!