Mitchel's handsome face was asleep on the pillow next to me. I'd forgotten how nice it is to wake up to a mate to play with, as I slipped my hands down between his legs. He laughed and jumped. I find it hard to sleep with men and Mitchel is a breeze. That must say something?
Mitchel left at midday, something about helping an auntie do something. He's very family orientated, which, I guess, is good.
Mitchel is nice, we’ve been having sex together lately, when the mood takes both of us. He’s actually nicer than the sex he performs but, so, I can’t see it lasting with him, but he’s nice to kiss and cuddle, he feels nice in my arms, his body feels nice naked against my naked body, so, you know, that’s really a lot of intimacy.
David was cross-eyed on the couch when I got downstairs.
"There was fisting and double fisting and punch fucking," said David excitedly. "My e was so good, I can't believe it, one and a half and I'm still going." David always revels in the post mortem.
I rolled him a steady stream of j's to calm him down.
Shane woke up with Gary, who somehow morphed into Mark W. by the afternoon. David and I are still not sure how that happened. Shane said he found Mark W. on the doorstep.
Still don’t know what happened to Gary? Shane said something about him being empty, and he’d been sent away to refill.
We got a real Xmas tree this year, we put red Xmas lights on it.
Mark W. poured vodka's until he announced he was going to drive home drunk.
"But I've got my car," he said when I protested. "It's only down the hill."
By that stage I couldn't see straight.
And I can’t really tell you what, actually, happened to Mark W. Did he drive? Who can say?
Conscious drifted into unconscious and the rest of the day drifted into sleep, the house was quiet, not even a mouse peep. The Xmas lights blinked on and off all for themselves. A solitary sentry, you might say.
David had to take sleepers to bring himself down.
When we awoke, we all convened back in the lounge room, sans Mak W, and smoked more pot and passed out again.
Ah, lovely Sunday.
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