I’m not really the relationship type.
I have commitment issues so deep that I don’t even have any tattoos in an era where everyone seems to have one. But I met a girl through mutual friends, we’ll call her Sara, we flirted, we texted, and before too long we were a couple. Kind of snuck up on me. Unfortunately we’re no longer together and though the break-up was mutual and very amicable it’s thrown me into a funk that I haven’t been able to shake since. But that’s not what you’ve come here to read, you’ve come to read about the last threesome I had.
Sara and I had a wedding to attend out of town one weekend so we loaded up the wagon and headed out on a Saturday morning arriving at the hotel in the mid-afternoon. I showered off the travel and threw on my suit while Sara got ready to go. Sara is Puerto Rican and built just like you’d imagine, olive skin, curly raven hair that ran to her mid back when she straightened it, an ass that belonged in a 90’s Jay-Z video, a heavy D-cup chest, and a pair of thick thighs that I loved having wrapped around me. She threw on a deep red number that didn’t show off her figure like I’d have preferred but you really can’t hide talent like hers so I didn’t complain.