I love my sister…I do, but she turned out exactly like our mother. A prude who turns red at the mentioning of anything remotely s*****, and I’d bet my life she would never do anything other than missionary. How and why her husband married I’ll never understand. Especially when I had already met him, long before her when I was heavy into Tina. We had the same plug, so we often met randomly to pickup. One day he finally stopped me and suggested that we head to his spot to blow clouds and chill for a bit. We smoked and talked and smoked and fooled around for a bit before we realized we were out of Tina. I threw out the crazy idea we go back to our plug, go halfsies on a full ounce, disregard all responsibilities, and just f*** and f*** and try every position, every hole, every kink and fantasy we had until we run out of Tina. I took the immediate jumping up and frantically looking for hours keys as a hell yeah. It would turn out that going through the ounce would take 5 days. We didn’t sleep, We didn’t eat, definitely didn’t drink enough, and were covered in more sweat, saliva, lube and bodily fluids than any normal person would ever experience in their lifetime. A long hot shower, 3 large pizzas, 10 bottles of water from the gas station, and a full crime scene level of cleaning later we said our goodbyes, though we should Def hang out again. Of course we never exchange numbers, I couldn’t remember where he lived, and to top it off the plug we used got busted the day after we bought the ounce. FML!
We wouldn’t see each other again until two years later when my sister would RE-introduce us to one another…
That’s it. I wish i had some crazy tree twist ending for you, but I don’t. They’ve been married almost three years now with no signs of any troubles.
But hey, maybe one of these days I’ll get a bit too drunk and send him a text that said nothing more than “two ounces?”