Try to remember...
 

...that when you are walking home at 4AM wearing a borrowed (stolen) torn shirt, your skirt is dirty and wrinkled, you're carrying your shoes, and have no clear idea where your 1) blouse or, 2) your panties are, and 3) exactly how you have come to have large ropes of dried cum on your face and boobs...

...that when you and a new girlfriend run up out of the surf handin hand, at 1:30 am, stark naked, flushed with orgasm, and learn that the tide was coming IN, and your clothes, all of them, are washed away...

... when your date has taken you to his place, is having you doggy style on the living room floor, you look up in a out of focus sexual haze to see his 3 roommates are watching you... while drinking beer...

... your date (different one) has just come all over your face, your eyes are filled wih hot cum... and you hear strange voices...

.... you're in a beach shelter riding someone, his cock deep inside you, both of you quite naked and very near orgasm, and a strange child's voice interrupts, asking for "more Coke 'cause I spilled mine again"....

Remember that your original plan was just to have fun....


More later...

:buttsex:

WW

do we have to wait till later?
thats rather arousing!!!

OH what a tease you are WW

Is that one day's memory?

Why wasn't I a part of it?

the thing that worries me a bit is the "no clear idea" part....are you OK?

((((((WW))))))

*blushing* recalling events...
 

That sounded worse than it was.
I was out drinking and *ahem* partying with trusted friends, decided to leave early, and as I was dressing realized that I didn't know where those clothing items were, and while had a pretty good idea where the dried stuff came from, I mean I remember the ACT, just don't really recall getting it all over me like that, and a couple was in the shower, (I said I was leaving early) and so I didn't wash up, not wishing to intrude... found a reasonably clean but torn T on the back of a chair, and I am babbling again...
Last night was fun. Went to a Houston Topless Club (The "Ritz") and my date bought me 3 lap dances...
I felt the need to attack him in the car in the parking lot.

WW

I'm glad a good time was had! I admire your adventurousness. ;)

Details, dammit, WW.

Sounds like the old line, "you know it's gonna be a bad day when...you want to put on the clothes you wore to last night's party, & there aren't any..."

Oh Wicked....... I KNEW there was a reason I loved you!!!!!


Now a new story with pics should be in order!!! :D :wtp:

Me, too. Damn I miss those days!

:D

I always thought that you knew you had a good time when you can't remember what happened. :)

is that how you got your name? Wicked

"Wicked"
 

No, not exactly.
My birthday falls on Halloween, so I have always gone "all out" every year, with elaborate costumes, parties, etc..
My soph year in Nursing School I "(un)dressed" as The Lady Godiva, long blond wig and a skin colored body suit. I was very devastating and sexy if I may say so myself.
The boy from down the hall said I looked like the "chick in the Playboy cartoon, Wicked Wanda", and by then I already had a little bit (just a teeny, tiny bit, really) of a reputation, so the nickname sort of stuck. It was the better of the two I was tagged with. (The other nickname was "Naughty Nurse")
I later learned that it was a Penthouse comic, not Playboy, and that I looked like the "sidekick" a petite blonde named "CandyFloss" of all things... not Wicked Wanda. But what the hell...

WW