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Originally posted by dtb
I'll just get straight to the "good stuff" because the surrounding circumstances were entirely too detailed in bizarre to get into, and they're just not that interesting.
So, my internet boyfriend (that would be Shape Shifter for those of you keeping score at home) and I planned a rendez-vous at this high-school track meet so that we could make out and stuff. Now, though I was overwhelmed with desire during this making out/feeling up interlude, I felt it wouldn't be quite right for me to actually do the sex with my internet boyfriend in a public place (what with my being married and all), I procured him a substitute for the actual sex-having. The substitute was Gwen Stefani. [WTF?] I am so in contention for internet-girlfriend-of-the-year. Can I get a "hell, yeah"?
We then made a plan to meet later in his old apartment (as opposed to his new apartment - just upstairs from the old one) for the actual sex part. That part was off-camera though.
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And was your husband happy when you woke up, um, eager?
Oh, and hell, yeah.
