I'm not even sure where to start with this. I'm going to break this up over multiple posts because I don't think I can write it out all at once. It's a lot to think about, process and internalize so breaking it into pieces seems best. ...Oh hell, what am I talking about? I just really need to get to bed because I have an early morning tomorrow. I'm old and tired people.
Anyway, as you know if you read my prior post, Mr. Man and I had a very sexy, exciting and shall I say, "relationship expanding" weekend. I never thought this sex blogging thing would bring such, um, er, well, sexy stuff, to our lives. I mean really, if you had said "Hey Bella, in a few months you and Mr. Man will be meeting up with another sex blogger couple and fucking them in your own home and then in a hotel that same weekend...you go girl!"...I would have told you to fuck off and throw out those pot brownies.
And yet here I sit the day after, trying to figure out how I'm gonna walk into work on Monday and not scream at everyone "I HAD A FEW FOURSOMES THIS WEEKEND BITCHES!!! OH WAIT, AND A COUPLE OF THREESOMES TOO!!! AND I DID ALL KINDS OF SEXY THINGS..WITH A GIRL!!! BOO-YAH!!!". But I suppose I'll manage to control myself somehow.
I have the other couple's approval to "out them" and so I'll do that now. After a couple of months of many text messages, emails and phone calls, we picked up C-Man and M from the airport on Friday morning...
You know I've gotta stop there for now right? I'm tired and it's late. Oh, and it's thundering. Which has nothing to do with anything except that its distracting me.