Sometimes things don’t go your way. This week, my Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot highlights tales of times when the shit hits the fan.
But you know, it’s worth keeping out an eye for silver linings.
Thanks to those of you who have already responded to my Naked Appeal. My friends at Condomania offered to send a bright shiny box of a dozen condoms for the cause. I’m ever grateful, of course. Twelve condoms should get us through a lazy afternoon around these parts.
What we need are buckets of condoms. Cartloads. Truckloads.
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My pockets were stuffed with condoms as Viviane, Selina and I returned from Dark Odyssey last night, even as the remaining campers were settling into the final night of carousing. It was hard to leave our new friends, but, you know, real life called.
Or rather, it called most of us. We left Marcus behind.
I waved goodbye to my boyfriend as he stood near the hot tub, wearing only skimpy underwear and a bright award ribbon. His naked attendants waved back to me before helping Marcus away on his crutches.
Oh, that’s a long story.