04-18-2007, 12:12 AM
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Gone with the Wind
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Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: some place new, and interesting
Posts: 862
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too many to list...
But one jumps to mind.
He wasn't a "boyfriend" just a date. We went on a "dash and splash"- skinny dipping in a random hotel pool in the Vieux Carre. After a very vigorous fuck, I swam a quick lap of the pool to cool off then got out of the pool to discover he had left with my clothes. He very thoughtfully left my purse with my cell phone inside behind, so I was soon rescued. I stayed in the pool so any casual passerby wouldn't see much. When Frances arrived I was a little pruney, but at least I didn't get arrested. She teased me about it for years.
He called, laughing, saying my clothes were at the hotel lost and found. My face was very red when I went back to get them. Needless to say, I never went out with him again.
Jerk.
WW
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"I wondered, am I a lesbian, am I straight, or bisexual? Then I realized that I am just a slut.
So where's MY parade?"
---Margaret Cho
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