The Fireman’s Sister
Number: 17
Length: one month
If I had to describe this non-relationship in three (ish) words, I would say: unexpected, firsts, and bisexuality.
Number 17: The Fireman’s Sister
There are a few people that I would regret, if I let myself, though. Number 17, The Fireman’s Sister, was one of them. That one action started a series of events that would come back to bite me in the ass in quite some style. But we’ll get to that in due time...
Not Like That
“Not like that. It’s not working,” she huffed at one point, and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “Just tell me what will fucking work, then!” I hissed at her. It was probably quite funny to watch our mid-fuck tiffs, but I just wanted to throw in the towel...
The Threesome That Wasn’t
What the fuck was I doing? Aside from having a lot of fun, I mean? Anyway, I suppose that’s how The Threesome That Wasn’t started. Or not started, as the case may be. I should probably tell you the rest… It was a threesome in theory, whispers, and thought... But it was the threesome that wasn’t, in reality.