Monday, May 10, 2010

Guilt

The worst thing about this weekend? Having my (already fairly shit) Super 14 game ruined by Carryn’s whining and tearful threats. The best thing about this weekend? Carryn’s amazing 24 sense of guilt. When she’s been annoying or clearly unreasonable, it usually takes about 24 hours for her guilt reflex to reach its pinnacle. Which means I got home after the cottage weekend to be thoroughly f&cked for 3 hours. She may be crazy, but at least Carryn brings the crazy to the bedroom.

She always totally over-compensates too. Today’s example was afterwards, she turned to me in all seriousness, and said that if I ever feel like the sex is going out of our relationship, I must be honest and she’ll be open to spice it up. And then she offered me a threesome if I find a willing 3rd party. Fucking A!

Granted, she was all pink flushed from orgasm no. 3 and probably high on endorphins, but I’m keeping this little get-out-of-jail-free card for the future.

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