So I'm at this great party at my best friend Jeremy's huge ass house. Heated pool, hot tub, tennis court, massive outdoor patio with awesome landscaping ... the works.
It was his 30th birthday so he spared no expenses. Hired a DJ, some strippers, a grill chef, a private bartender and a sober cab for the ride home.
The food and drinks were incredible, and so was his girlfriend, Fabiola.
Drop dead gorgeous Latino with a super model's body.
I tickled her feet a little in the hot tub when she started flirting with me and couldn't believe her reaction. A lilting, feminine laugh with a little screaming in the mix. Very sexy, to say the least.
After that she started following me around, and (jokingly) started calling me her boyfriend.
Jeremy spent most of the night ogling strippers and doing tequila shots with his work buddies (he owns a high-end construction company) and I knew he wouldn't last much longer.
So I started to gather up my stuff and changed out of my swimming suit and I turn around and there's Fabiola sporting a pouty look and playfully sticking out her bottom lip.
She whispers in my ear "If you stay for another drink with me, I'll let you tickle me some more."
So guess what I did? I stayed. We drank. We smoked some killer kind bud. We started kissing like our plane was going down, and then I tickled the bejeezus out of her in their guest house on the other side of the courtyard.
She was so sexy I thought I was going to explode. Then she reached down , between my legs, and eased the seat back.
"Oooo what do we have here, cowboy? I want try something for jew", and she proceeded to give me the most mind-blowing blow job I have ever had. Ever.
I'm not quite sure what exactly she did, but I know at some point she poured some of her cold drink on Little Elvis and crushed up some of the ice cubes in her mouth and then I lost track of everything including my name.
I almost passed out from the force of my orgasm. She curled up like a kitten on me, and I crashed for about two or three hours.
I woke up just before sunrise and made a clean getaway w/o waking her. I'm pretty sure no one saw me. Almost positive.
You've been hit by, you've been struck by ... a smooth criminal. Ow!
So now I feel guilty as hell, but I can't get her, and that night out of my head.
If I tell Jeremy I'm pretty sure he'll kick my ass and never speak to me again.
I'm not sure what Fabiola will do, but I'm afraid of what she might do. She's an unpredictable, fiery bombshell.
I'm also a terrible liar, so I'm pretty sure I would choke if I ever found myself in the hot seat.
I know this sounds bad, but oh fucking man, was it ever worth it!
Any remorse I have is drowned out by her super sexiness, and that laugh. It's haunting me.
Any advice is much appreciated.
If you want to call me an asshole for what I did, I can accept that too.
It was his 30th birthday so he spared no expenses. Hired a DJ, some strippers, a grill chef, a private bartender and a sober cab for the ride home.
The food and drinks were incredible, and so was his girlfriend, Fabiola.
Drop dead gorgeous Latino with a super model's body.
I tickled her feet a little in the hot tub when she started flirting with me and couldn't believe her reaction. A lilting, feminine laugh with a little screaming in the mix. Very sexy, to say the least.
After that she started following me around, and (jokingly) started calling me her boyfriend.
Jeremy spent most of the night ogling strippers and doing tequila shots with his work buddies (he owns a high-end construction company) and I knew he wouldn't last much longer.
So I started to gather up my stuff and changed out of my swimming suit and I turn around and there's Fabiola sporting a pouty look and playfully sticking out her bottom lip.
She whispers in my ear "If you stay for another drink with me, I'll let you tickle me some more."
So guess what I did? I stayed. We drank. We smoked some killer kind bud. We started kissing like our plane was going down, and then I tickled the bejeezus out of her in their guest house on the other side of the courtyard.
She was so sexy I thought I was going to explode. Then she reached down , between my legs, and eased the seat back.
"Oooo what do we have here, cowboy? I want try something for jew", and she proceeded to give me the most mind-blowing blow job I have ever had. Ever.
I'm not quite sure what exactly she did, but I know at some point she poured some of her cold drink on Little Elvis and crushed up some of the ice cubes in her mouth and then I lost track of everything including my name.
I almost passed out from the force of my orgasm. She curled up like a kitten on me, and I crashed for about two or three hours.
I woke up just before sunrise and made a clean getaway w/o waking her. I'm pretty sure no one saw me. Almost positive.
You've been hit by, you've been struck by ... a smooth criminal. Ow!
So now I feel guilty as hell, but I can't get her, and that night out of my head.
If I tell Jeremy I'm pretty sure he'll kick my ass and never speak to me again.
I'm not sure what Fabiola will do, but I'm afraid of what she might do. She's an unpredictable, fiery bombshell.
I'm also a terrible liar, so I'm pretty sure I would choke if I ever found myself in the hot seat.
I know this sounds bad, but oh fucking man, was it ever worth it!
Any remorse I have is drowned out by her super sexiness, and that laugh. It's haunting me.
Any advice is much appreciated.
If you want to call me an asshole for what I did, I can accept that too.




