Go Fish

Something weird happened Wednesday night. I was invited to a threesome at a hotel in KL. It had been a while since I was in a threesome so I jumped at the chance. The guy who invited me was a guy I fooled around a few weeks ago. He came to me for a massage and we ended up doing other things, if you know what I mean. Actually, this is the second threesome he invited me to. Although the first one did not quite take, I guess he is sticking to the “If at first you don’t succeed…” mantra.

Apparently this third guy was supposed to be free for only a couple of hours before his roommate comes back to the room. I was told to get a cab, even though I could have easily taken the LRT. I was not gonna waste money, booty call notwithstanding.

However, once I got down from my flat, it was pouring rain. I had to run to the bus stop and flag down a cab. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at my destination and met the Massage Guy at the lobby. We made our way up to the third guy’s room. I was psyched. Hey, what’s with that look? Come on. I still love ESS. Very much. Remember the whole ‘no-sex-with-each-other-open-relationship’ thing that we have? Yeah, I am not cheating. Stop giving me that look! I do feel guilty okay? If it were up to me, I’d stick to my man only but since my man dun find me droolworthy, I gotta find me some other avenues to get my freak on. *hangs head down in shame*

Anyways, we knocked. Dude, stop giving me that look! Oh, is that you? My conscience. I thought so. *ignoring conscience*

The door opened to reveal…. I was taken aback. I so did not see it coming. Holy crap! Massage Guy was baffled. The third guy was quite shocked too. Holy Mother of… it’s my… it’s my…

To be continued…