[UPDATE] [M/F] Things didn’t work out with Melody, but I ran into my Ex-girlfriend while drunk and out with friends at the gay bar. Following a night of dirty dancing, we fucked like animals on the dining room table and played with each other in the shower.

Since my last post got so much attention, I have a follow up on Melody and a new sexy story of what has been going on in my life. (Sorry this update took a while, I haven’t had much time to write recently)

My date with Melody two weeks ago didn’t go as planned… to say the least. We went out to a hole-in-the-wall sushi place this past week for what I thought was going to be a great night out with an exquisite woman. Instead, I learned that our attraction towards each other was the only definable characteristic of any sort of relationship.

She was rude to the kind waiter, bigoted towards the lovely gay couple sitting across from us, and just… plain annoying. Needless to say, her gorgeous slender curves soured into a frothy pulp of disappointment before my eyes. Following dinner, I dropped her off back at her house and denied a thinly-veiled attempt at wine and sex.

[M/F/F] I went on a date at the lake with my high school crush and a third wheeling lesbian, got stranded out in my car for the night with the two girls, and ended up with an awesome threesome.

I have had the biggest crush on this girl since high school. Her name is Melody. I grew up in bum-fuck nowhere, and went to dumb-shit redneck high school with this girl. Never got a chance to meet her… well, I did, but I couldn't get out more than a few mismanaged words to her. Regardless, I went away to college without ever giving myself a chance with Melody, but I never quite forgot about her.

She's the quiet-shy type, and shyness has always had a weird-sexy appeal to me despite my obnoxious, extroverted personality. Although she never had the voluptuous body of the women I shamelessly masturbate to, I was still enormously attracted to her in high school.

Of course, my feelings towards her were for more than just her reserved persona. It was her face and her eyes, specifically. Her eyes were those one in a million aqua-marine eyes that you just got lost in. If the myths of a prostitute that could make a man cum from just staring into his eyes in Game of Thrones are true, then she would be that prostitute.