So I got woken up by a gangbang one time.
This is a long story that features a strange contrast between romance and hardcore sex, so buckle up.
Where do I start, umm…
okay so things with my travel-fuckbuddy (the girl I met on the Amazon River, see my other stories) had been going sour for a while after we had met up again, had a lot of sex, and agreed that we could both fuck other people while we traveled together. We were both getting laid left and right but I was racking up higher numbers and she was getting a little irritated. Basically I can’t stand her bossiness and she kept asking me for more sex than I can and want to provide. Annoying. Plus, she kept doubting my actions. Why do you do this, why do you do that, why don’t you do Y like this…why don’t you shut the fuck up. It was starting to become clear that this wasn’t going to last much longer.