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5:10PM - Monday April 26, 2004 Of course, it's not a party at my place if there is no nudity, so Maeve, Coyote, and Durga got topless to have their picture taken with the life-size cut out of Spike that's in Butch's livingroom. Heh. We put a party hat on him, and gave him a paper bottle of beer for his hand, and boom! Party!Spike. Hee! I think he was the big hit of the party. When Butch was good and wasted I persuaded her that it would be a good idea to have her picture taken with her kilt flipped up over her back pretending that Spike was doing her from behind. God I love that picture. It turns out that my last batch of beer suffered from an uneven distrubution of priming sugar. Heh. Some bottles were fine, but others, well, explosive decompression might be the term for it. The ones that didn't foam insanely were few and far between, and Butch stopped opening bottles after she nearly got taken out with a cap. She was all scared, so Mermaid gave her a big hug, which always cheers Butch up. Heh. But, people told me the beer tasted great, even if it tended to blow up when opened. Vanilla-infused vodka? Very tasty with Coca-Cola. It tastes just like Vanilla Coke, only devastaingly alcoholic. Oh yeah. Anyway, Kryptonite and I were so tired after the party we went straight to bed. There was a pee-trip at 4am, but the Viking raider in me was too tired to continue with tradition, and also, Roommate had set the thermostat to cremate. I had to stumble out of my room to turn it down after lying in bed moaning, "The window's open, why is it getting hotter!" The morning sex was intense, lasted for a couple of hours, and was so awesome I cried at the end. Wow. That happens every once in a while, and differentiates sex with someone I love with from sex with someone I love to fuck. I really let go, and it's not just my body having orgasms, I have a great emotional release. The intensity is amazing, and the orgasms just start coming one right after the other with hardly any break in between to breathe. It's like every exhale is an orgasm, until I just curl up into a ball and twitch. Woo. It's indescribable, the ultimate combination of endorphins and ecstasy. On a different note, the new lube was interesting, though we still used some of the water-based lube. I'm not that enamoured of the dispensing system of the new lube. The pump bottle is convenient. I didn't wash it away as quickly, though, so that's a good thing. It's weird because it doesn't feel slippery like the water-based one, but it definitely reduces friction. Also, note to self: Those nice waterproof bed pads you got? Only work if you're not too damned lazy to put them on the bed. Dork.
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