In which Dee is rather over-excited and may have has been getting into the sugar.
My whole life I’ve had a thing for the number nine. It just worked for me – I liked how it looked when I wrote it down in numerical form, the double tongue-press to the top of my mouth when saying it, and how nine was neither too little nor too many of just about anything (including spankings).
But now, three is growing on me. Growing on me pretty darn fast. It’s been a day of three‘s. Let me share them with you!
Firstly, there was a threesome, with the delicious Hermes and Metis. I like threesomes – I have for quite some time now. But a threesome where one of the partners is new (to me, anyhow) is always special. So that was great. Plus, there was an orgasm each. That’s three orgasms, for those of you counting at home. Normally I’d have more than one, but I skipped all the smaller ones and went straight for the mind-blowing, need-three-(three!)-glasses-of-water-before-driving-home orgasm instead.
Then, when I got home (a little after 1am), I found an email from Rori letting me know that the Top 100 sex bloggers of 2008 list had been posted. I was delighted to be on the list at all. To find that I was THIRD proceeded to blow what was left of my mind quite thoroughly. Especially in such amazing company.
Three people, three orgasms, third on the list. Yep. I think I really like that number. And if I weren’t so orgasmed out I’d go have 3 more!about 21 hours ago
So my mind was blown, and then I blew what was left of bodily operations right out the door by putting my new Elise to good use, letting Adonis do the talking (well, the typing), and coming like a maniac. Guh.
So I went to bed at 3am, appreciating the number three rather a lot. Yep. Could my life get any better?
Well, apparently it can. I woke, blearily, after six hours sleep, to a text from Demeter, asking what Apollo and I were up to. Which was lounging around in bed and being sleepy. So she came over, with almond croissants, and proceeded to thoroughly debauch and sexify us.
Are you still counting at home? That was another threesome. Where I managed to drench three towels with bodily fluids.
Is this my life? Does anyone believe that such amazing things are happening to one person? Because hell, I’m experiencing it, and I don’t believe it. (One could argue that I lived through some appalling shite in the past, and things are just balancing out. In which case, keep it up. I like this good stuff!)
I’m going to write a more, um, gracious post about the Top 100 list in a day or three. But at the moment I’m still terribly excited, squeeing, and orgasmic. Anyone want to join me?