Bleed Like Who?
Jul. 17th, 2007 08:36 amKen and Brandon decided yesterday was a "Me Day", so they took the day off of work and went to Mo's and the beach. They had good conversations, and talked about some possibilities for the future. When they got home, we made slushies and went back to Mo's, where Brandon lost his happy for reasons he declined to state. I was happy to DD for the boys, but was eventually fairly eager to go home and get my own drink on. Ken decided that, instead of punishing me for being a Bad boyfriend, he wanted a reward for being a good one.....I still can't believe he's forgiven me so easily, but I like that train of thought, especially since the reward he decided on was for me to hook up a 3-way. Brandon left as soon as we got back from Mo's, and then I popped onto A4A and found us some entertainment for the evening - actually a gent that I had really wanted to sleep with back when I was single. Waiting for him to come over, Ken made us some drinks and we had a good conversation....I found out more about Sunday - I was a little more out of it than even I had thought. He also told me that, after I stumbled home from the road to Rich's, I was adorably passed out on the couch, fetal position with a big stuffed dog. Go me, being adorable even when I've fucked up (and am fucked up). :-)
Anyway, the guy gets there, and we're all chatting and having a wonderful time, and Ken initiates things, and we move into the bedroom. I'm down on the guy, workin' it out and reminding myself why I've been called an artist when it comes to that, and I feel some splashes on my chest. I figure he came, but he says no, and I keep going. Then Ken freaks out a bit, and I look down, and there's a fairly large amount of blood on my chest and arm.....no one can figure out where it came from. The guy tries to imply that it's from my arm, because of my scars, which I find a little insulting. The mood is ruined, at any rate, and we quickly escort the guy out. I'm all for passing out at this point, but encourage Ken to party anyway, which he declines, and instead opts to pass out with me. He stayed home again today, and I'm at work, feeling very much like a kid inside doing homework when all his friends are outside playing.
In conclusion, yesterday was really really weird, but I feel really really good about me and Ken, and am thrilled that I was able to hook up a 3-way on command. :D
Anyway, the guy gets there, and we're all chatting and having a wonderful time, and Ken initiates things, and we move into the bedroom. I'm down on the guy, workin' it out and reminding myself why I've been called an artist when it comes to that, and I feel some splashes on my chest. I figure he came, but he says no, and I keep going. Then Ken freaks out a bit, and I look down, and there's a fairly large amount of blood on my chest and arm.....no one can figure out where it came from. The guy tries to imply that it's from my arm, because of my scars, which I find a little insulting. The mood is ruined, at any rate, and we quickly escort the guy out. I'm all for passing out at this point, but encourage Ken to party anyway, which he declines, and instead opts to pass out with me. He stayed home again today, and I'm at work, feeling very much like a kid inside doing homework when all his friends are outside playing.
In conclusion, yesterday was really really weird, but I feel really really good about me and Ken, and am thrilled that I was able to hook up a 3-way on command. :D
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Date: 2007-07-17 07:17 pm (UTC)