Interior – The Dive Bar

When you walk inside you can’t help but to notice the untreated hard wood floors. The wood-paneled walls, the pool tables and the bathroom doors with huge wooden handles that look like they’re from the Viking period.

Continuing to walking you see the most beautiful tables. The tables are cuts made from trees. Odd shaped, bark still on the sides and covered in a thick shellac. A few slot machines are there for those who enjoy to toss their money away.

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At the bar there is an overload of visual stimuli. There are stickers plastered all over the glass door that leads inside the walk-in cooler. There is a beer barrel sticking out of the wall with a tap on it for the beer of the week. There is random candy boxes, potato chips and other snacks placed on the bar. The top of the bar is covered with bottles and bottles of every sort of alcohol.

There is a tiny cooler that keeps cold single bottles of wine, such as Barefoot. There are single bottles of Henry’s Hard Soda, Mike’s Hard varieties. And different flavored beer like the blueberry stuff, which is totally gross.

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The Interior of this dive bar has always been interesting, dark and reminded me of something out of the 70’s that hasn’t caught up to present day. A person can’t sit there and not find something to stare at. Whether its one of the big screen TV’s or if it’s any of the bizarre, unique and quirky items hanging somewhere in that bar.

New Years Letter from 2016 to 2017

Dear 2017,

 

I wanted to tell you a bit about me, last year 2016.

A few of my best moments were…

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  • Going to Chicago and meeting two bands “Beware of Darkness” and “The Struts.” They are two very down to earth bands who are so approachable you forget they’re famous. The Struts have had their songs played in the new TV show “Lethal Weapon” and Beware of Darkness has their song “Howl” in the movie “Bad Santa 2.”Gethin Davies The Struts
  • Getting to go to New Orleans to see both of the above bands AGAIN! Only this time with VIP passes. I have always wanted to go to Nola and I did. Fucking Amazing! I walked the streets of Nola with a few of the band members. A dream come true.

  • Meeting some new people, like Mr. Sam. Even thought he drives me crazy. Hanging out with the drunks at the bar, writing about The Bar, The Booze and Me.¬†Sure, it shouldn’t be one of the best moments, but they were so fun god damn moments!
  • Receiving two Blogging Awards Molly’s Top 100 Sex Blogs and Rebel’s Top 20 Blogs of ’16. Knowing a few of my peers here, think that I have what it takes to run with some of the big dogs makes my clit hard! ūüėČ
  • Receiving gifts from a few of my followers/fans. This tickled my pretty pink places and those men get top treatment from me when ever I can give it. Finding some new blogs to follow.
  • Having more companies approach me to write reviews. This is great, especially the different stuff. I don’t like reviewing the stuff that every one writes about. Provide some variety out here.

Some of the difficult, hard or worst times….

  • At the top of the list would have been losing Charlie. We ended our friendship in early October then he left from “camp.” I didn’t get to say goodbye to him, I haven’t heard from him and probably never will. I heard unfounded rumors that he has cancer. Not sure if I want to know if its true or not. I even found some journal entries that I wrote about that time in my life.
  • Early June the Manchild was in a car accident and totaled his new car. Financially that set him back, set us back a bit as well. We bought a used truck for him to drive. He moved back to Illinois this October. That’s the silver lining. However, financially we have struggled just enough to feel at times uncomfortable.
  • During the summer, the Beloved was home due to two hand surgeries. He was unable to do pretty much anything and everything. He just sat around all summer watching movie and eating. His 42 yrs of being on the job is finally catching up to him, his body can’t take it like when he was in this 20’s. It’s difficult to see him uncomfortable and in pain.

My Hopes for you 2017…

  • Continue blogging, writing and journaling everything and anything. To blog about¬†being a person with Borderline Personality Disorder, followed by all the stuff that happens due to having BPD.
  • To continue to review products for companies, not just sex toys but health, beauty and household, reviews.
  • To learn discipline¬†with blogging. To finish the challenges I start. To get more creative with the¬†sex stories that are based on my (sometimes Borderline driven) issues.
  • To learn to be a better friend to those who reach out to me.
  • To learn why a certain type of male is attracted to me and how to break that cycle.
  • To learn more about the Law of Attraction.

Focusing on you 2017….

  • Continuing to focus on this website, blogging and photography. I think that we have finally found somewhat of a niche in the blogosphere.
  • Focusing on education. Read somewhere that there are FREE classes at the local library. Lets look into that, maybe some writing courses, computer courses would be helpful, don’t you think so?
  • Focusing on getting¬†the household in order and really doing it this year!
  • Mental Health, keeping focus on¬†the triggers so that I don’t get in over my head when it comes to certain things.
  • My Marriage, not to neglect it and to appreciate it. Everything else can burn away, but without him in my life I would be lost.

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There are some of my highlights and lowlights, so 2017 I do hope you can be a little more focused, determined. Following me shouldn’t be too bad, there is always more to learn, more to smile about. Laugh, someone said not to take yourself too serious, have fun with what you do. Don’t always be afraid to show the emotion, let yourself shine 2017.

Thanks for the memories,

Best Wishes from Year 2016

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The Mental Torment of A Lustful Wife

Spending the NYE with Mr. Sam and it was all fun until he asked,

“Can I see you tomorrow for a little?”

I replied with “are you seriously asking to see me tomorrow?”

“Yes is that ok?”

“No I don’t normally leave my house on Sunday.”

“Ok.”

“Thanks for understanding.” 

He replied “I said ok not that I understand.”

And with that statement I felt fearful. Fearful for how this could end in the future. For one of those men who will do anything and I mean anything to keep me from leaving. Whether it’s through emotional manipulation or physical violence.  He sounded like he may be joking but the truth often comes out in jest.copyright2016@sassycat3000.net, Borderline, BPD, moody, unstable relationships, empty.

I also thought that how I do things so that people will like me, not to leave me and accept me. But the rational part of my brain tells me different. The mental torment in my mind is overwhelming. I also think that it’s so unfair for me to put this all on my Beloved. Because he is the one who will end up “fixing” my fuck up. Borderline people don’t mean to hurt their loved ones its just something that happens due in most part to their impulsive behavior. When the borderline is accepting to feed their ego, things get out of control fast.

I want the sex from Mr. Sam, but not at the cost of my home security. But I still want the sex. To feel the heat from his body, to feel each forceful thrust, to smell him, taste him. I wanna feel all those chemicals released in my brain, to feel high from the sex.

But pain and disloyalty I would cause my Beloved would break my heart. He doesn’t deserve this treatment from me, he’s done everything to please me, to accept me and mostly to love me.

READ MORE ABOUT Mr. SAM HERE

I just have to figure out how to get out of this mess I created for myself. Discreetly, gracefully. And mostly I don’t want to hurt Mr. Sam. He’s a fragile, kind and thoughtful person. He does have a good heart. Maybe misguided, misunderstood he’s still a human being with feelings.

He is hard to get a read on, most men I can figure out rather quickly not Mr. Sam. Perhaps that’s why I cant let him go. The need to find out what makes him tick is strong. Ugh. WTF! Someone just kick me in the head.

 

Examples of BPD symptoms in the above are….

  • The inability to say NO. Borderlines are afraid to say no out of fear of rejection, judgment.
  • Relationships: A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation.
  • Attachment fears.
  • Addiction to chaos and drama.
  • Lying and deceitfulness, mixed messages, self-contradicting.
  • Self-sabotage.

 

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Getting a Bit out of Control

Since I’ve become acquainted with Mr. Sam I have been at the bar more and more. It’s an excuse for me to be out, to drink and to visit with him. Charlie created specific appearance for me¬†to have while at the bar, he accomplished this without me being aware of what he was doing. Recently I have crawled¬†outside the box he designed for me.
Now I have a choice. I can stay inside that box he designed for me or I can be the apparent semi-slutty wild chick I’ve behaved¬†like.
I’m leaning more towards the second because I’ve already been behaving that way. So much so I think I have been labeled now. Labeled by Charlie’s crew, its like they understand the cat is¬†away and the kitty is left all alone. They forget I’m married. FUCK I forget I’m married. When I’m home now, he is loving, understanding and gives me that tender love he thinks I want or need to keep me from straying. He says “I love you” a lot more. He praises me a lot more, but not in a way that makes it obvious to me.¬†Because he does it more when I’ve returned from the bar.
My BPD symptoms have been thrust into over drive regarding Mr. Sam. I noticed that he has several Facebook profiles. Why? Why does one need that many? He only has a few family members on each one. There’s always been something about him I couldn’t quite place my finger on, but when he told me his secret, I felt that some relief. But starting last night, I can’t help with think …

WHAT THE FUCK am I doing!!!!????
Since I met you I’ve been crazy
Since I’ve been with you I’ve been lost
You make everything see hazy
Love comes with such a cost
Have I lost my mind?……..Follow Me Down by The Pretty Reckless.

This song played out in my head today. I feel crazy when I’m¬†with Mr. Sam.
There is so much about him I don’t know. Yet I’m not afraid yet I feel no trust. It’s not like there are people who can vouch for him here. He doesn’t know anyone here.
What man says “we have a connection” with in a few months or even weeks of knowing each other. Yes, I feel it, like we have been acquaintances at the bar.
Asking me how I feel about him, telling me he will wait for me and that he is happy with having me in my current circumstances. Talking about love as if is was that simple.
Is it that simple?

Someone tell me..is it? Or I am simply mad?

READ ABOUT MR. SAM FROM THE BEGINNING
Being a person with Borderline, I truly don’t know what love is. I know the concept of loyalty, a version of love I was sold to believe by Walk Disney. I’m too emotionally unstable now. Thoughts swirling around in my head, trying to process what I felt about Mr. Sam. Is what I’m feeling love or lust? Or is it the symptoms of my illness I act impulsively, acting out in risky behaviors. Like unsafe sex, stranger sex and sex that feels so good you get addicted to it.

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Over the past few weeks, Mr. Sam has come out to see me while I’m out. We always end up in my car, talking and then making out. No sex. Lots of kissing and lots of talking. I can’t believe I’m even sharing this here, but…but I think this may be important for my¬†future story sharing and my sex life. Because I think Mr. Sam is stirring things up in me that have been¬†stagnant. Not saying that life with my Beloved isn’t fulfilling, but sometimes its dull & boring for me. I’m sure it is for him, but we are like most couples in the sense we accept that we have different likes & needs in this area. This is another story for another time.
Mr. Sam seems like that type of man who loves hard, who also has an issue with letting someone go when they wanna leave. Which I think could be dangerous for me and my life. But there is still something about¬†him that draws me in. He’s a dark and broken soul. But part of him scares me, especially when he wants a solid yes or no answer that I have feelings for him. The fact he can be happy with this arrangement. What kind of man does that? Weird thing is he hasn’t pushed the sex issue at all, he jokes about it. It’s mostly sexual innuendo. There is no pressure for me to have sex with him.
I think he has deep seeded issues that I am trying to see. Why? Why the fuck¬†do I care?¬†And this leads up to being at the bar where Charlie & I used to hang out at.¬†Meeting Mr. Sam there has brought a lot of attention to me. The guys treat me differently, trying to feel me up, making sexual comments to me. ¬†But its only when they have been drinking but never a serious threat towards me. That’s the other thing that pulled me down,¬†those¬†rumors that I’ve heard about me. That I am “seeing” Mr. Sam on the side, having an affair. Ok, sure I admit kissing him and being attracted to him, but I’m still on the fence about fucking him or even carrying on with him. I’m not saying no to the idea but not yes either. Just riding with it for now.
But the rumors are by the PHG because a few of them have seen us together during the week. We were being antisocial to the others. Only because of the lies that were told by one of them about Mr. Sam. I’m not sure about all the shit either. FUCK. All this fucking shit pulled me down a well of darkness. Crying all day. I couldn’t stop at the end of the day, then I couldn’t sleep either. I haven’t been like this in months. I feel so lost that¬†I scheduled an appointment with my counselor for this week. I haven’t had a session with her since my first informal diagnosis. ¬†That should say something about this meltdown I had yesterday. That I’m reaching out for¬†a direction in which I should go, ¬†for an answer to why the fuck I’m doing this. Part of me thinks I’m trying to replace Charlie, to¬†fill the chaos and drama with my own instead of his.¬† Make sense?

Examples of BPD symptoms in the above are….

  • ¬†Impulsive and Risky Behavior: such as gambling, reckless driving, unsafe sex, spending sprees, binge eating or drug abuse, or sabotaging success by suddenly quitting a good job or ending a positive relationship.
  • Emotions: Intense and highly changeable moods, with each episode lasting from a few hours to a few days. (Anger is the current mood I‚Äôm feeling stemming from the rejection).
  • Feeling like others are out to get you. Paranoid Thoughts.
  • Believing that You should not feel this way. Self-invalidating thoughts.
  • Unstable Relationships. A pattern of unstable intense relationships, such as idealizing someone one moment and then suddenly believing the person doesn‚Äôt care enough or is cruel.

 

There’s Always a Motive with Charlie

I figured since I made it past Halloween that he was gone from my life. Most sociopaths leave after they have used up all the resources of their current victim. However, we have a strange bond I have yet to put my finger on. Being involved with a sociopath is a difficult and strenuous game. I would not recommend playing this game at all. It’s too easy to lose direction, your goal and most important your sanity. I have been sick for about 4 weeks now. Coughing most of the night, not sleeping well. I heard my phone vibrate, since I was already awake I figured I would look at it.

The text was from Charlie

“don’t know me still??!!

I know you! wassup?

mhmmm. wtf u been doing? not talking to me i know that much. but anything else interesting?

I figured you were busy.

(I lied) nothing interesting, just been sick the last few weeks. wassup with you besides drama?!

lol IDGAF everyone’s always in my biz but they always twist it up.

that’s the truth. what I hate is folks telling me about your shit. like one of your exes telling me you gave her your new number.

aha. she never used it. thing is that folks always add on to the story they tell about me.

true again. the stories are never boring for sure.

oh no?! why would they be that? hafta make juicy.

tacos tomorrow?!

it’s what we used to do, back in the day. then onto drinks, partying all long and running & gunning.

mmm tacos. not sure. I have other commitments (which I do, every night).

ahhh well just saying. well let me know when u can get away then…love to hang out with you again.”

Here is where I begin to see some of the motivation behind his contact. ¬†The holidays soon approach, I was the one who can most relate to his loneliness and despair during the holiday season. I also know that he must be without a current victim. Someone who he calls, sucks up to to get what he needs & wants. Whatever that might be at the time. Otherwise he wouldn’t be texting me.

“it would be fun hanging with you too. but don’t think i would be able to anytime soon. we are so dysfunctional.

well, duh!!! well i’m sure u can work it out. U ALWAYS do!!!

true. but I’m trying to be responsbile. aren’t you working?

yup. i’m here. tired, bored and hungry.

Anything else new with you, that i don’t know about?

all about US!!! DUH

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This is where I let him know that I am aware of his selfishly motivated need to reach out to me. He wants or needs something from me, but what that is I am not sure of yet.

naaa. nothing really new. just working on that old case from C. (the crazy cunt, i call her). I hired a new lawyer.

oh. that case isn’t closed yet?! damn almost a year now.

nope. ain’t closed yet. they wanna gimme 1-3 and i ain’t going to the joint because of some crazy bitch.

(He sends me a photo of himself & a new girl in costume from this past Halloween).

oh your new girl? how cute.

nah just a friend.

i aint your momma or wife aint gotta lie

FRIEND! she already told me i’m too flirty with everyone so she could never be with me

you can wear her down, if you wanted too. if you go to jail, i’ll write you! lol

lol better come SEE me! yeah and u know babe, THAT’s too much work for me to try & wear them wear down

I ain’t driving more than 50 miles! lol there is always another one standing in line behind her.

EXACTLY!

ppl like us always have our next victim ready, move on to the next after bleeding the first dry.

This is my way of letting him know I still remember what he’s all about. How he acts, how he thinks.

lol ain’t gotta put it all like that honey. but it’s true.

it’s what we do and who we are.

I used to think like this, at times I still do. It just really depends on the person. Anymore, it’s just a matter of time before they leave my life. There are few actual friends that I have remaining in my life, for whatever the reason. I’ve been told on numerous occasions that I’m mean, heartless and at times manipulative. I will remain loyal to those friends who are in my life. I will do what I can, when I can. I will always be there for them when I can. It’s those others who for some reason, don’t click with me are the ones that don’t remain in my life.

ah well, guess it is what it is. just know i’m done with that love shit! never worked for me! see you should come out here to the parking lot…dark… secluded and i miss your lips!!!

And here we are! the admission of never longer looking for love and waiting me to visit him. His offering of a hint of what he thinks I crave & desire from him.


This is an old post that I found buried in my drafts folder. This was last year around this time. We started falling apart after this time period. As long toxic and dysfunctional relationships we couldn’t seem to let go of each other until we had no choice in the matter. Sadly, I keep thinking I can replace him with someone. How twisted is that?! Like most recovering junkies I’m trying to find another fix, but there isn’t one. This is all part of the insanity, torn in two.

I have written the end to this chapter of Charlie.

The Drunken Mr Black [The Bar The Booze and Me]

Everyone was having a rough time, most were on the verge of blacking out. When I got there Mr. Black was already there, he was with Sheila. He was all over her, when she was able to she escaped out the door.

That left me. He staggered over and sat down next to me. Slurring his words he kept on about going home with me. That no one would care, he kept trying to touch my breast. guys in there don’t think my tits are real. He would lean-to me whispering “lemme see them, can I touch them?”

No.

He held on to my hands. He kissed the tops of them. “God, your hands smell so good.”

He leans in closer and takes a deep breath. “Oh YES! You smell amazing! Hey due….come here and smell her!”

Dude looked at me and said “Mr. Black I’ll take your word for it.”The Bar The Booze and Me

Mr. Black is the type of man who doesn’t like to take no for an answer. He also doesn’t like not knowing who is¬†in his bar. Some of the members of the PHG walked in and we all sat down together. But the peace didn’t last long, Mr. Black¬† approached the table and demanded to know who some of the guys were. I didn’t confront Mr. Black at first. But I had to do something when he started screaming at one of the guys who was just sitting there.

“What are you looking at? Who the fuck are you anyway? You keep looking at me and I’ll kick your fucking ass.”

When he lunged at one of the guys I jumped up “Mr. Black. Mr. Black! They’re with me. This is….and this is….They are with me!”

With fire in his eyes Mr. Black stared at me, “Why are you sticking up for these nobodies? You know if Charlie was here, you wouldn’t even be sitting there with them. You know that if Charlie was here he would have knocked them punk ass bitches out! Tell me he wouldn’t. I dare you! Tell me!”

I lowered my head. He was right. If Charlie was there, I would have never even approached the table. I would have been sitting with Charlie. Mr. Black tried to get himself in control but I could see the booze taking its toll. He had the white foam around his mouth, he’s eyes couldn’t focus and his rage was frightening. He sat down at the bar for a few minutes, he came back over. His arms embraced me from behind, he whispers in my ear more about whatever. I knew he was drunk and would not hold that against him (yet).

One of the PHG members had mentioned “I was waiting for you to give that look of concern or fear so I could step, but you never gave it.”

No. I didn’t. But in the back of my mind I thought when in a bar like this when men get riled up in to a frenzy could be very dangerous for any woman. I knew it was time¬†to leave as soon as I found opportunity. I didn’t want Mr. black to see me leave because I didn’t want him following me.

Mr Black had proven in the past to be very strong & determined. Astro had stood up to him earlier and got knocked to the ground. Astro also know everything would be taken care if anything got too out of hand. Mr Black wanted me to return to his home for the evening. Saying things like Charlie won’t mind. Charlie is a good guy, my friend. I would laugh “Mr Black I know all about you and Charlie. I’m not leaving with you.”

“Why do you treat me like that? What do you know about me?”

“I know….Charlie…told me….”

“What a bastard! Why would he tell you that?”

I felt an evil grin appear on my face.

Mr Black staggered to the bathroom, Astro pointed to the back door, and I took the cue. Walked fast, didn’t look back.

A week later I went back. Astro approached me shortly after I sat down. “Mr Black sends his apologizes and wants to pay for your drinks.”

“Oh, wow. Thank you and I accept his apology.”

I enjoyed my drinks for the evening.

Weeks later I was enjoying my evening when Mr Black walked in. This was the first time since our little incident. He approached me “I sincerely apologize for my rude behavior, if you just refresh my memory. Did I do anything…anything…that offended you or upset you in any way?”

I had to take of this moment. I changed my facial expression to that of regret and sadness. “You mean you don’t remember us out in the parking lot? Or your house? You don’t remember all those beautiful things you said to me?!”

He looked back at Astro like “WTF?! You didn’t tell me any of that!” His face turned red and he shamefully looked down at the ground. “No. I don’t remember anything. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m soooo¬†sorry!” On the edge of tears when I touched his arm and said “I forgive you and nothing happened. I mean nothing happened!”

His body collapsed with relief. Astro and a few of the other crew cracked up laughing. Mr Black walked to them, but before he made it there I yelled “Hey Mr Black since your crew¬†is always asking¬†if my tits are natural, ¬†can you vouch¬†to the fact my tits are real since you felt them up every chance you had?!” He turned a brighter shade of red and just kept shaking his head.

I laughed as I lifted my drink to all of the crew members.

Christmas isn’t all that Festive [KOTW]

Christmas brings a series of mixed emotions for me. As the years pass, I think Christmas has lost its luster for me.

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I do have so wonderful memories of Christmas Past.

Back when I was 13 yrs old I received my first kiss from a 16 yr old. I gave him my heart that night while watching “It’s a Wonderful Life.” It was Christmas eve night. I remember it was something out of a movie, he was gentle and it was romantic. Kissing by the light of the television. He held my chin with his hand, guiding me towards his face. Because we lost contact, Christmas would depress me. I would always flashback to that moment when I fell in love with him. I needed closure. A few years back, I decided to enter his name in Facebook and voila! I found him. We did talk, I got the closure I needed and Christmas wasn’t so emotionally painful for me anymore. day 1 of sassys sexmas

Christmas doesn’t do anything for me when it comes to sex. Although I am on winter break until the second week in January. I tend to drink a lot more, go out to the bar a lot more and yes get into trouble a lot more. My¬†impulsive and¬†risky behavior is in maximum drive. Currently I am involved in a situation that has me afraid and excited. His name is Mr. Sam and I’m not sure what to do with him. I know that because of the Christmas holiday my involvement has escalated to a level that makes me very nervous.

I try to keep my mind occupied with things that won’t trigger any depression or outbursts. I avoid the work Christmas party, I avoid my family Christmas gatherings. My two oldest children do not call or visit to wish me Merry Christmas.

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I guess that’s why I started doing my 12 Days of Sexmas photo challenge. It keeps me busy.

I think Christmas is when people are at their worse, rude and selfish. I believe that Christmas is for the young. Is my bitterness showing? In my household there are no exchange of presents with my hubby. He buys his own and I get money to buy mine. We used to do the gift exchange but it seemed like to much work. I didn’t want to do it anymore. Somewhere I lost my Christmas spirit. Not sure I even want it back.

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I’m almost embarrassed to share this, like I should have some hot & steamy sex story but I got nothing.

 

Three in a Stall [MM120]

[The following story is a work of fiction, it was inspired by an actual event. The following story has material that some may find upsetting, disturbing. The following story has subject material about FMM sex, sex while on drugs & alcohol, bisexuality]

 

I had been to this club before, looking for my friends I stood there with my drink. Adam & his friend Ken walked up to me. We hugged.

“Hey! What’s going on? Who ya here with?”

“Oh myself now, looking for my friends. We were suppose to meet here tonight, but I haven’t seen them yet.”

“Well you can sit with us until you find your friends.”

“Oh Ok. Thanks.”

We made our way back through the crowded bar to their table. They ordered more drinks and shots for us. The alcohol seemed to hit me faster than it¬†typically does. I felt pretty good. The music was good, there was a good vibe in the air and I felt a little sexy. Adam looked over at me “wanna do a bump?”

I had done cocaine before, it was the one big high. Expensive, but the high was incredible and sex was so intense. I smiled. “Sure. Why not?”

“That a girl! I’m going into the men’s bathroom, if I don’t come straight out, that’s the signal to come in.”

Ken had returned as we were standing up to leave. Ken looked at Adam “Where you two off too?”

Adam said “we’re gonna do a bump, come on.” I’ve known this guys only from the club scene. I wasn’t concerned about anything, besides that I was feeling the effects of the booze. Adam walked into the mens bathroom and Ken soon followed. I waited about a second to two and dipped inside to the last stall in the men’s bathroom. Adam was opening a baggie of the white powder on to the top of the toilet paper dispenser. Ken kept look out at the door. Adam formed one line. “Ladies, first.”

I took his rolled up bill and snorted only half when my nostril started to sting. I stopped he said “you ok?”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t do it often enough.”

Ken closes the bathroom door, walked into the stall, closed that door. “Hey, lemme do a bump off your tits.”

I stood there for a second. “NO!” With a chuckle in my voice. He didn’t force the issue. Ken fixed himself & Adam two huge lines. Snorted them. Ken opened the stall door, walked out. I knew that Adam was interested in me, but I wasn’t too interested in him. He was really just that friend who is always in the friend zone. Adam caught my eye, he leaned toward me to kiss me. I accepted his lips on mine. I immediately felt the heat in between my legs. I wanted more, but he already had ideas of his own. He tried to lock the stall door but Ken had walked back to us “Hey are you guys…coming?”

“Not yet.” Adam laughs. “Get in here.”

A few seconds of awkwardness soon changed into a heated threesome in the stall. Adam unzipped his pants and Ken followed his cue. I squatted down, taking turns sucking their cocks. Adam’s cock is larger and skinnier, his hand is on my head, his fingers twisted in my hair. Ken seemed fascinated with what I was doing to Adam’s cock. He squats down next to me, looking at me and I slowly move away from Adam and Ken starts to suck his cock, while he strokes his. As Ken is sucking on Adam, standing up I kiss Adam as he lifts up my mini skirt. He pulls at my pantyhose with both hands he tore a hole in them. Ken pulls at the hose, his tongue splits my lips open, sliding into my now aching pussy. I fall back against the stall wall as I feel Adam tugging at my blouse trying to free my breast. His hands grab one of my mounds and he feeds hungrily on my nipple. His tongue flicks back & forth across it as his other hand squeezes my other tit. Ken’s tongue working hard on my clit. I feel his finger thrust inside me as his lips tighten around my clit. I can’t move, my ruined pantyhose around my ankles and the waves of pleasure & lust overcome me again & again. I completely lost in the moment.penis, lipstick, sassycat3000, latina, sexblogger

Ken fingers me more, licking up my juices and then turns to Adams cock again. As Adam continues to fondle my tits, he reaches down and grabs at Ken’s wrist. Ken slides his fingers out and Adam bends down to suck my juices off Ken’s fingers. I remember watching that and thinking “Oh my fucking god! I’m super turned on now. This feels fucking amazing.”

Ken stands up and all three of us are looking at each other. I reach out to stroke both of their cocks, only for a few minutes. When Adam whispers “I wanna fuck you! Can I fuck you?” I smile and nod. His hands on my waist, gently turns me around to face the toilet. My first thought was he was going to shove my face in the water, but I put my hands up on the wall to brace myself. “Wait, wait a second.” Ken slams the toilet seat cover down and quickly sits down. I’m looking at Ken when I feel Adam’s cock slam into my wet pussy. My eyes closed, drifting into a state of ecstasy I feel Ken exposing my tits to his smooth moist lips, both his hands firmly holding them as Adam pounds my pussy. I must have started to get loud because I heard Ken telling me to be quiet. We heard what might have been pounding on the bathroom door, but Adam had ahold of my waist hammering my pussy hard & fast. I heard his breath quicken and he pulls out comes over to the front of me and explodes all over my tits. Ken whispers “sit on my cock!”

So I do. He quickly starts sucking off Adam’s dripping cock. Sitting on Ken’s cock I’m grinding on him, feeling Adams cum starting to melt and run down my cleavage. Ken’s pumping me hard. I feel another wave of orgasms coming over me. A loud moan escape my mouth. I see Adam zipping up his jeans as he’s looking at me have my orgasm. He smiles a huge cheesy grin. Reaches down to pinch one of my nipples, Ken’s hands are on my ass just pumping me, when he pushes me up from him as he shots his load on the both of us. I can hardly stand, Adam grabs me to hold me up, as I try to get dressed again. I used my shredded pantyhose as a rag to try to wipe off Ken’s cum. I lean over to clean off his cock like he cleaned Adam. I licked most of the excess off, but he had most of the cum on the bottom of his shirt. I pulled my mini skirt down stuffed my tits back into my bra. Ken tucked his skirt into his pants. Adam left first, then me, Ken followed. We quickly checked our look in the mirror when the pounding on the bathroom door was forceful. Adam said “Ken & I will cause a distraction and you leave the club out of the emergency exit.” I must have had a worried look when Ken kissed my cheek “we’ll be fine if we see your friends will tell them you left.” I nodded when Adam unlocked the men’s bathroom door.¬†He & Ken pushed into the men trying to get in as I squeezed by and ran to the side emergency exit door.

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