about 4 years ago almost passed. I had a boyfriend for work living in a town near Bogota. One night we went to party and ended up in the house of a friend of him there in a mountain. The room they gave us had no door, but amid the daisies arrechera that produce finished shooting there, without further ado.
From time to time, in full coolies, I felt someone's presence. I looked and yes gentlemen, there was a man looking at us and making straw. I never knew who he was but just saw it emputé me and started screaming like crazy all swear that I knew. He wanted to unite and my boyfriend tried to convince me, but I gave a lot of stone and sent them to hell. I do not remember if the third was good, if I had a nice ass, or if he masturbated with his left, I was blinded by anger. So this sad tiger got out of that mountain alone, took a fleet angry and came to Bogotá. Thus ended another of my many fleeting relationships and my first chance to make Actually, my fantasy.
After this shameful episode never left map sheets as he thought the number 3. Maybe I was not prepared, or the surprise factor was the cause of my reaction, I do not know, but some time later, a year ago, the timing of afflicted feline trio turned to me and guess what ... I was very wrong. I'm not saying that as an ass, because to me they're doing fine ass.
As Shaki says: "The tango is not pa 'three."
I had just finished with another boyfriend, and Peter, the actor, one of my fuckbuddies-a tiger-pleased he sent me a message: You can?. I did not answer because I did not want to throw, but that night I took a couple of martinis with a friend and who's afraid. The olive, gin, vermouth, or whatever, they made their effect. Msg: See you in half an hour.
Before taking the taxi, I called Peter to ask either direction, because although he had visited several times, my memory and my sense of direction I was not going to help much to get there in time to the site evaporate these martinis. He told me as odd, I realized I was with someone, so I said we talked via text message. I thought I had damaged the dust, so I was going to call another, but no, he sent me an email with the address and asked me to say that this was the first time we met. I did not understand anything, so I called him. "Yes, here we are, you know the address, I hope, apartment 1001."
There tried to run my memory and I remembered that whenever we finished shooting, he told me he wanted to do a threesome with me and with your partner. They had 13 years together but I do not know. I always said yes, so cool, but I never had in fact neither the desire nor the eggs to do so, until that day.
a bundle of nerves, but with my martini in the head and a triple arrechera, got in the taxi and went to the meeting of these two characters. No need to see the address on the phone, I quickly, giving the driver the directions perfectly, as if toward my house. Those who know me know that this is a fucking achievement that only alcohol, and the accumulated blood Culillas can achieve.
I announced in goal. I had always been registered with another name for the friend request, but this time it was my chance, could finally be myself. I said my real name, my ID number and I felt like a prepayment of the faces, of course, was a double service. I got on the elevator and reached the top floor, I stood at the door and waited a few seconds before ringing. But do not think it was so easy. During my ascent did not stop looking in the mirror, fix my hair, concentrating on my own eyes and say, "I'm a bitch! I'm a bitch. " However, the therapy did not work much, I tremble and a thousand videos on the head, I wanted of returning.
"Din dun." Peter opened immediately. I think I was waiting at the door. He shook my hand, greeted me, introduced himself. "Until we finally know," he said. The actor was he, but we believe that both a scene of "we had not seen before" impeccable. I went in and there, his back, sitting in the dining room was the victim or the perpetrator, I dunno, the husband of my fuckbuddy. "I present to Santiago," said Peter. He turned at me and I was petrified. Yes, it was as good as Pedro, but looked at me a monster. No know if he had heard of private casting I did to Peter, or just something else was brave and did not know what was causing my visit, or was preparing to rape me and kill me in a horrifying. I know nothing. I remember that, as always, I formal behaved, said hello, introduced myself and asked for refuge provided the bathroom and think of an escape.
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