Piss Drunk and Guilty.

Crazy rants aside, I went chilling out (i.e. getting drunk) with a few friends from college in a wanna-be ultra bar last night, and bumped into Luke. I thought it was weird, because the men I normally sleep with never go to the places I go to when hanging out with the people my age. But perhaps it was the weather, and the street was quite empty for a Saturday night, and any bar with enough people was sufficiently good to spend the evening in.

Sitting around in a bar trying to have a conversation at the top of my voice was quite taxing, not to mention boring, because you normally find that you can’t talk about anything worthwhile while shouting. So I was glad I bumped into Luke. It also helps that I find him really attractive, sweet, and possessed with one of those characters to which we would describe as having depth. I don’t know him well, at all, but I get a feeling about people, and most times, I’m right.

<>I went up to him and pinched his nipples.
'So is this what you do? You don't call girls the morning after, after you've spent the night fucking them. Is that right.' I said to him, teasingly.
'No, no..! Honestly, I've been (bla, bla, bla -excuses that I didn't quite hear, understand or care for) and my girlfriend just got back from Johannesburg, she's at home now. I spent the whole morning picking up your red hairs all over the apartment.'

'So now I'm the evil one, leaving evidence about to piss your girl off.'

'No! Sheesh.'

'I'm teasing la.' I said, and pinched his nipple again.

He asked me to do it again.

I gave him a lap dance (I gave a few people lap dances last night, it was fun) and at one point, I stood up on the couch he was sitting on with one foot on the seat and the other on the arm-rest, with him in between, and shoved my thigh in his face (I have very sexy 8 km run a day legs, so it wasn’t an unpleasant thing for him to have my thigh shoved in his face, in case you start thinking, ‘ugh, how rude’) and he bit me just there. At some point, and this is quite incredible, and I have no idea how it happened, I found myself thrown across his knee and he administered a playful smack on my ass.

As the night progressed, I got increasingly drunk on wine and tequila, and therefore got increasingly horny by the minute. It was very good Luke showed up. I feel so shitty for taking him back to Greg’s place, because it was something like, across the street, and shagging him there. It’s just not me to breech someone’s trust, and I woke up feeling shitty about it, but you know, it’s just one of those things about sex that just is. It was an opportunity that I thought was too good to pass up then (his girlfriend was staying in his place, so we couldn’t go back there), but upon waking, started thinking that perhaps I should have passed it up, because it was just not worth the guilt. But then again, there’s of course the difference between the guilt that comes from shagging someone you know in an inappropriate circumstance (I wish we’d done it in the washroom, to be honest. He knew the owner of the bar anyway) and the problem that comes from shagging someone that gives you an STD.

The worse thing’s that both of them are colleagues. Great oh fucking great.

Ha. Ha. Luke seemed to think it was god-darned funny though, and he kept on making fun of me until I told him to shut up or I would have cracked the glass photo-frames over his head.

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