So much for having a zen time. This was a hard story to write. Mainly because I was thinking about whether I should write it or not.
My mate and I headed off to Bali for a week of healthy eating, CrossFit training and some partying, emphasis on some. Our first day was pretty chilled by a pool. Frankie had a friend who had been traveling the world in town so we decided to meet up with her for dinner that night.
The evening escalated quickly, shots were invited to the party and we moved closer to our area of town to head to a local beach bar. We were invited onto a table with three guys playing cards. Ring of fire is a dangerous game and I hadn't played it in so long. Frankie and I nipped to the loo, and she mentioned that Robby was fit and she was game for him. Turns out we have the same taste in men and I fancied him too but was keen for Frankie to go for it considering I really only had done one one night stand before.
Ring of fire turned into several other card games, Frankies friend left and then we headed back to the boys place. Their place was unreal, outdoor kitchen, with swimming pool, blah blah blah. Bali. It started to chuck it down and was lush to sit in the kitchen and watch it pour down whilst we played strip poker.
Do I need to say where this is going? Ok, we all ended up naked. I was quite interested in Robby's mate, he was quirky and intelligent and super interesting but when I basically made it known that I was interested without being terribly forward, he turned into some dramatic diva and all of a sudden there was an issue. I'm out no thanks.
So I ended up in Robby's room, and lay there naked. (Remember I was super drunk at this time). Actually I put on his swim shorts. Frankie came in, lay on the bed. "So what's the deal here? Why don't we?" Yeah ok.
F: " And the ground rules?"
H: "I'm only game on kissing."
Well let's just say Robby was a very lucky man. Firstly he took off his swim shorts that were currently around my hips and once again, we were all naked. In his bed. My second ever one night stand was a threesome. Well fuck.
It's an odd experience double dipping the stick but not very much interaction between who you're dipping with (i.e Frankie and I). It's weird and yet in an odd way, fun. Round 1, I was more concerned that I wanted to make sure Frankie was having fun. Robby had a skinny dick. I hadn't really experience a man with little girth before. Skinny. It didn't satisfy me which is maybe why I wanted to make sure that Frankie was having a good time.
I started Round 2. In fact, I started Round 1. Oops. Who am I? I was a carefree, Bali living, life experiencing human living her best life and drunk. And horny. I just wasn't satisfied with the experience. It was strange. Frankie enjoy herself though.
I went to go wash the cum off and it was lucky because otherwise the taxi driver would have walked in on two girls in Robby's bed. Robby's flight back home was that morning. He changed and grabbed his stuff and off he went. No exchange of numbers. Just a kiss and a thanks.
Moral of this story? Don't play strip poker when you're horny.
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