Justadesperatewifeandmom
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so not so long ago I was asked about a fun event from my time with the gators.
honestly I have already shared many. But ah looking back on the time always brings smiles, first you had the frats, honestly I wasn't there very often but there was a night or two and a house dress, and it was fun. There were the sororities. my favorite part about sororities was each one was given a derogatory nickname that stuck forever. some would happily tell you we are the good southern girls (aka boring blond bitches), there was kappa kappa gamma and it was always fun to pretend like you don't know what their nickname was and keep asking until they were like fine...it is katcha katcha gonorrhea. the delta gammas, hey what is your nickname, without hesitation "we go down faster than an anchor". ahh they were fun for sorority chicks.
I already shared the week that ended with the 2 hippie chicks in my bed, the clubbing, the fetish shows, new years 1999. We also had out regular panty jello wrestling group, eat jello bitch, our confusing who is with who, hubby and I had an open relationship during part of this time. Basically there are so very many fun stories.
but I am just a simple gal. OK, I assume we have all figured out a chase a rush, a feeling of euphoria, especially in my younger years, from the music, to the parties, to the exhibitionism, to the rush of doing something I know I shouldn't do, the rush of someone new, the rush of something new, the fear rush, the sexual rush etc etc.
Ideally it is always fun to try to combine. So mine is a very simple story but it was a lot of fun for me. middle of the night, gaining access to a very large very public very patrolled building with a pool and hot tub. Drinking, probably stoned, hubby and I, running around the building naked, screwing in the hot tub, dancing. It was a fun night. I will say the hot tub was more of a therapeutic hot tub so fuck it was hot. hard to stay in very long, so then jumping back in the cool pool. Daylight comes, we have to leave before the area is really occupied besides security which are easy to hide from. I am quite sloppy drunk by this point, walking down the street, on campus, at 6am, nude, as hubby attempts to get me to wear a towel.
it was fun, funny, risky, erotic, and all in all a good time. Though truth, one thing I have learned is privately public sex isn't as risky as I thought. Anytime they few times had to deal with the police on something like this, assuming no other crime was also being permitted, always went the same way. Cop separates myself and whomever, talks to me, asks if I am there of my own free will (because I don't know, kidnapping, mind control), I answer with something like "Fuck yeah, honestly he is probably confused and has no idea how we got here, it is really my thing, he is just along for the ride and didn't say no, but I don't know, it seemed fun and exciting and just really got my engine running" they stare blankly for a moment, do that cough, laugh, scoff, throat clearing thing, finally shake their head, trying not to laugh, and tell me it is time we need to be moving on.
granted, it has only happened a few times, but I swear it is like they have a playbook for this situation, and serious consequences are not a part of it.
honestly I have already shared many. But ah looking back on the time always brings smiles, first you had the frats, honestly I wasn't there very often but there was a night or two and a house dress, and it was fun. There were the sororities. my favorite part about sororities was each one was given a derogatory nickname that stuck forever. some would happily tell you we are the good southern girls (aka boring blond bitches), there was kappa kappa gamma and it was always fun to pretend like you don't know what their nickname was and keep asking until they were like fine...it is katcha katcha gonorrhea. the delta gammas, hey what is your nickname, without hesitation "we go down faster than an anchor". ahh they were fun for sorority chicks.
I already shared the week that ended with the 2 hippie chicks in my bed, the clubbing, the fetish shows, new years 1999. We also had out regular panty jello wrestling group, eat jello bitch, our confusing who is with who, hubby and I had an open relationship during part of this time. Basically there are so very many fun stories.
but I am just a simple gal. OK, I assume we have all figured out a chase a rush, a feeling of euphoria, especially in my younger years, from the music, to the parties, to the exhibitionism, to the rush of doing something I know I shouldn't do, the rush of someone new, the rush of something new, the fear rush, the sexual rush etc etc.
Ideally it is always fun to try to combine. So mine is a very simple story but it was a lot of fun for me. middle of the night, gaining access to a very large very public very patrolled building with a pool and hot tub. Drinking, probably stoned, hubby and I, running around the building naked, screwing in the hot tub, dancing. It was a fun night. I will say the hot tub was more of a therapeutic hot tub so fuck it was hot. hard to stay in very long, so then jumping back in the cool pool. Daylight comes, we have to leave before the area is really occupied besides security which are easy to hide from. I am quite sloppy drunk by this point, walking down the street, on campus, at 6am, nude, as hubby attempts to get me to wear a towel.
it was fun, funny, risky, erotic, and all in all a good time. Though truth, one thing I have learned is privately public sex isn't as risky as I thought. Anytime they few times had to deal with the police on something like this, assuming no other crime was also being permitted, always went the same way. Cop separates myself and whomever, talks to me, asks if I am there of my own free will (because I don't know, kidnapping, mind control), I answer with something like "Fuck yeah, honestly he is probably confused and has no idea how we got here, it is really my thing, he is just along for the ride and didn't say no, but I don't know, it seemed fun and exciting and just really got my engine running" they stare blankly for a moment, do that cough, laugh, scoff, throat clearing thing, finally shake their head, trying not to laugh, and tell me it is time we need to be moving on.
granted, it has only happened a few times, but I swear it is like they have a playbook for this situation, and serious consequences are not a part of it.
