Everywhere I saw, there was more flesh than fabric. The place was warming up, and all I could think of was bumping and grinding. The rooms were overheated, not by the heater in the shelter, but by the grinds that brought out the sparks of passion. It was a cold night, but nobody seemed to care. One of the four musketeers who wanted to be a ‘night-rider’ that night. And then, let’s not forget my buddy, Jim. There were so many, and every kind all the way from the hyenas, vultures, tigers, lions, to the horses, bulls and the goats. We scanned the short horizon of party animals. There was a one night stand in the air, we could feel it. With all the distraction in our minds, my buddies and I stood firm with the schema in mind. I’ve never understood why girls get touchy feely with each other when they get drunk though, but you know what, I don’t really care because that’s just too hot! A few ladies played safe with coke, and a few got together with other girls and set tracks on fire. I used all the fruits to garnish the bowl. A couple of oranges, bananas, an apple and a handful of grapes. None of the women knew though, that my fruit punch had no fruits! All it had was coke, sugary fruit concentrates, and what was left at the back, in the fridge. And luckily, that night it tasted hot! And most of the women were right there, taking in more my punch. And then, Plan B, I had my fruit rum punch for the ladies. Someone was bound to notice that I liked good tunes, and hit on me. The music was just right, which was partly due to the fact that I was choosing the tunes.
And they knew that the night was waiting for the last uninvited guest, dawn. The party was wicked, salacious gluttony was all around us, and new introductions were being made in haste before it was too late, as most of the men and women didn’t want to sleep alone that night. A perfect setting for people who want to go mooning or spooning under the moon, or for a good romp in the moonlight with the stars for peepers, and no collateral damages. It was higher than most of the houses in the vicinity. We chose his crib as he had a huge rooftop (I like open air privacy, reminds me of my dream penthouse), the size of a tennis court, and he lived alone. And that’s where his pitiful part in the story ends. The sad part about his story though, was that he got wasted 20 minutes into the party, on a tequila challenge. “We’ve got spirits and you’ve got your own, the night is young and so are all of us!” we hear Billy, the drunk frisky host, blaring through a painfully loud microphone. The good part though, was that these buddies had no clue about our plans for the night, and were overwhelmed by the reception in the animal farm. Two, welcome our old friends, who came to visit us from a kingdom far, far away, where all that we had planned for the night was the norm. And there were two of them.Ĭelebrate the long weekend with singular intentions of getting laid. Three of my best buds and I had decided to throw the party, and luckily, this plan, unlike all others didn’t get scrubbed.
#GETTING LAID ONE NIGHT STAND GAME FOR FREE#
Our young moonlit Saturday night began as the nightcrawlers started pouring in for free drinks and food. A few hours later, the plans were rolling, and my high ball was placed. I just wanted to experience one nooner-at-night, before I got too old, and had to pay for such trysts. It’s been many years since the day I first had a fleeting thought about meeting a gorgeous woman who ends up in my backseat, and then we kiss each other goodbye with frenzied passion, and then I spend many days of the rest of my life thinking of her and wondering what her name might have been. One night stands are every man’s dream, aren’t they? I have never come across a guy who’s ever thought one night stands suck. How many of us have had the opportunity of getting intimate with a girl out of the blue? Have you ever made out with a friend’s girlfriend? Ray Kenzo didn’t think he’d get frisky with his friend’s one night stand, until a chance moment that brought his wildest fantasy to life!
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