There was a story posted here recently that involved a standing 69, I’m the FWB in the story and I thought I’d offer my version of events of what happened that fateful night.
First of all, we danced a fair bit of the night away iirc haha and (as was often the case) that’s where the flirtations began between us. It started with a brush of a hand here and a nudge there, tale as old as time amiright? As the night progressed and the nudges turned more to gropings, there was suddenly a gentle bite on the lobe of my ear as one of his hands became firmly tangled in my waist length red hair and the other came round my waist, “let’s go” with a tongue flick on the L and there was no question what was next. We were out stumbling onto the sidewalk outside and down the street as fast as gathering our things and a quick goodbye to certain fellow revelers politely allowed.