You know it was a good party...

When you wake up the next morning, with carpet burns on your knees.

Last Saturday night Ted and I went to a house party at J & T's house...had a fabulous time.

Today, I had lunch with J & T. After lunch we were sitting around chatting and reminiscing about the party and I made mention that I had carpet burns on my knees and couldn't exactly remember how/when I was on the floor to receive said carpet burns.

J told me it probably happened when I was sucking **** and **** was fucking me from behind on the floor in (what we have dubbed) the party room (it's the room with the stripper pole, the bar and the pull out futon).

Oh yeah, I remember that, that was fun...I responded

Now, I have to say that I did ask Ted the next morning about the carpet burns, but obviously he was having fun in another room and didn't witness how I received said burns so was no help in figuring out how I got them.

T popped in and said...Don't worry, I've got carpet burns on my knees and so dose D...to which I replied...good, at least I'm not the only one who had fun

We all came to the conclusion it was a damn good party...so much so, that we're going to do it all again in a couple of weeks.

Goodness but I love this lifestyle!

Even though Ted and I talked about the great time we had this past weekend, and both of us agreeing that we couldn't do that every weekend he was home...tonight when I told him that another party was planned for the next weekend he will be home...he was all for it.

Ted and I need our time with each other, but have decided that as long as we have Friday night to ourselves, Saturday nights we can party like rock stars

After all, we did promise each other that this year we were going to get back to doing what we love to do. So far, this year, we have kept that promise and neither one of us have any intentions of breaking it.

Bring on the parties!!!

T.