Towards the beginning of this summer, I once again ran into a fun encounter based off of some young lady I met through the internet; more specifically through the ever popular website myspace, hence the reason she got the name "Myspace Girl". I've decided though, if I'm going to have another internet-based story, there's gonna have to be some magic to happen to have me write on it seeing I don't like repeating topics. But as we'll see with this story, it was worth another.
The start of this tale is very similar to the previous Internet Story in the 'Club. I was on Newsense's myspace page, adding the new friends galore and received a message from a young lady. She said she was new to town and looking for some friends to hang out with. I, being the natural gentleman and great host of my city, replied that that would be an excellent idea and I would let her know the next the the chaps and I throw a little shin-dig. This led to me adding her on my personal profile and us talking occasionally on the 'space and exchanging numbers. Well for those of you who don't know me well; I tend to have this problem with drunk texting in that I do it a lot and invite people over all the time. So about a week later, I had one of these infamous drunken texting spurts and hit up Myspace Girl. She responded and asked if her friend and her could come over and hang out. "Of course" I replied before finding out that I would also have to go pick them up a few blocks down the road. Now luckily, I wasn't thaaaaat drunk yet, but regardless kids, don't follow and example and even occasionally drink and drive; actually, realistically, you shouldn't probably ever follow my example. Regardless, I got in the car and drove on over, hoping they wouldn't be a total waste of my time.
I arrived at their neighborhood around 10:00 PM and was glad to see they weren't ogres. We talked and since I was already loosened up, the awkwardness of the situation was gone and we all got along right away. We got on to the topic of drinking and this led to if we did any drugs or anything too. Now I don't consider myself to be a drug person in any real sense of the form, but have tried a little for the sake of what the big fuss is about, and hence why I still just really stick with alcohol. But talk of pills came up and we decided we would all do one before joining the rest of the party when we got back to my place. (Once again, don't follow my example, pills are extremely dangerous and bad; in fact, just sit back and read to see why.) So we walk inside and go to my room immediately. Everyone outside playing beer pong so this and assumed we were having some sort of crazy threesome, which unfortunately was not the case. Instead, we came back out about 10 minutes later with a change in head. As we joined the party, everyone was confused why these two new chicks were over, which was defiantly a justified thought. As there rarely is though, no problems occurred and everyone got along fairly well, some more so than others. In fact, at one point while Myspace Girl and I were out front having a smoke, her friend and my friend had decided to go swimming leading to her getting naked. It was a fairly short swim though since the girls decided to leave.
Pushing midnight, the girls said they wanted to go home since they had to be up in the morning. Good thing I had a few more drinks right? So I drive them home and we all chill on the friend's back porch and talk for a bit. The friend went to bed and Myspace Girl gets the idea to go swimming as well. Before I give a definite answer, she is naked and getting in the water. So I remove my clothes down to the boxers and hop in. No more than a few minutes later, we begin making out and quickly giving clues that this will be advancing soon. Just before we play the infamous game of "just the tip", I remember that I don't exactly know this chick and stop us so I can go grab a condom. Quicker than a racehorse at Del Mar, I'm back in the water wrapped up and ready to go. So we start doing the nasty in her friend's pool and are going for a few minutes before one of the funniest things that could happen does.
Now I'm not sure what was the cause; whether it was the alcohol, the pills, the temperature jump from warm pool water-to cool air-to warm water, the fact I'm not a huge fan of water sex, some random cause, or a combination of any and all of these; about 5 minutes into the session, my penis completely stops working. There wasn't even a like "cool down" stage. It just died, rendering it completely useless. I tell her that I'm deeply sorry and I was just tired as balls, quite literally. She said it was fine and it was probably just from the pills seeing she had heard of that happening to her friends before. So we got out of the water and air dried off before I got dressed and ready to head home. We had a few good night kisses and I headed out the door and into my intense laughter over what had all just happened. I had just met a chick through the internet (again) and this time, slept with her in about two hours of her knowing I'm an actual person.
So there you have it. One of the most complete stories to date. It's got a little bit of everything, and a lot of random and hilarious moments. From triumphs to debacles, that's what the Stockholm Swingers' Club is all about!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Fornicator On The Roof
Well call me Barbara Streisand because a few months ago I had quite the little Clause-esque adventure. So at one of the usual party nights at my house I was chatting with a good friend of mine who I used to share carnal relations with. In this occasion, we were walking around my back yard talking when we noticed that the ladder was up on the side of my house. She said "let's go on the roof" which we did and we walked around up there looking around for a bit and I felt like being witty and showing her where "my room" was in roof form. A couple of my guy friends climbed up at that point wondering where we had gone. So we all went down and back inside to go partake in a bit more drinking.
Later, after a few of the guest had gone out to get some food, she and I wound up outside where we were just chilling again when she turned to me once we passed the ladder again and stated how we should go back up onto the roof. I being drunkenly innocent at the time agreed not thinking of anything. So we climbed up and walked towards the area above my room and after a little bit of chit-chatting we began making out. This of course usually leads to more heavy making out, followed by a running through the bases. Shortly after we're pressed against the air conditioning vent and starting to remove our bottom-half attire adding a cool breeze swirling about our genitalia. We pause for a second when we look over and see the car of boys coming back and heading inside. Realizing we still weren't spotted, we continued and were soon going at. We started in a sort of standing missionary position before switching into the standing doggy style. We continued going at it for quite some time, while I kept looking out to my right to see the entire Las Vegas Strip and really half of the town which, take it from me, is quite exciting to see during an outdoor sexcapade.
At one point, the guys come back out because they were all heading out to the strip club. While I see them walking to the car, I kind of give a slight wave goodbye, even though I knew we couldn't be seen in the dark night sky. I don't know whether it was because of the gusty conditions or more likely, the amount of alcohol I had consumed, but there was no way of me finishing. So after a good amount of time up on the rooftop, we called it quits mostly just from being tired. And to think, just when I thought there wasn't any places at home where I hadn't had sex, a whole new dimension is added, up.
In the end, I will definitely recommend the rooftop sex experience, it's quite enjoyable to be able to look out on the city around you while feeling a nice springtime breeze.
Later, after a few of the guest had gone out to get some food, she and I wound up outside where we were just chilling again when she turned to me once we passed the ladder again and stated how we should go back up onto the roof. I being drunkenly innocent at the time agreed not thinking of anything. So we climbed up and walked towards the area above my room and after a little bit of chit-chatting we began making out. This of course usually leads to more heavy making out, followed by a running through the bases. Shortly after we're pressed against the air conditioning vent and starting to remove our bottom-half attire adding a cool breeze swirling about our genitalia. We pause for a second when we look over and see the car of boys coming back and heading inside. Realizing we still weren't spotted, we continued and were soon going at. We started in a sort of standing missionary position before switching into the standing doggy style. We continued going at it for quite some time, while I kept looking out to my right to see the entire Las Vegas Strip and really half of the town which, take it from me, is quite exciting to see during an outdoor sexcapade.
At one point, the guys come back out because they were all heading out to the strip club. While I see them walking to the car, I kind of give a slight wave goodbye, even though I knew we couldn't be seen in the dark night sky. I don't know whether it was because of the gusty conditions or more likely, the amount of alcohol I had consumed, but there was no way of me finishing. So after a good amount of time up on the rooftop, we called it quits mostly just from being tired. And to think, just when I thought there wasn't any places at home where I hadn't had sex, a whole new dimension is added, up.
In the end, I will definitely recommend the rooftop sex experience, it's quite enjoyable to be able to look out on the city around you while feeling a nice springtime breeze.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Work-Over.
I'm sure anyone who fancies alcohol has gone to work hungover, but in this next tale I will tell you all a story. No, in this story, our usual hero is not so proud, but we all had a good laugh, and even if that means my life is only being utilized as a form of comedy, then so be it.
This story takes place during the fall 2007 semester of my sophomore year at UNLV. It was the week before finals and I had officially been getting the ball rolling on my alcoholic binge that lasted 3 months. As in, i wasn't sober for 3 months. Damn, i rule. Anyways, this was about a month after turning 20 (the end of the infamous Beard Month) and so each weekend complied of me trying to drown my liver. I have for quite some time now worked an early shift on Saturdays at work because it is the easiest day to work and so it usually wouldn't matter if I partied the night before. Unfortunately, this week I had taken that as "hey, I can get completely shit-housed, fall asleep and go to work without reprimands!" Little did I know the fun I would be having.
So I arrive to work wasted. Not hungover yet, still wasted drunk. My good friend Scoundrel (whom has been in previous stories) was also hungover, adding to the spectacle any customer may have seen. Here we are, cuddled in our little corners at the front desk of a pool, half dead, and would've been crying if it didn't hurt to move. I figure I must be starving (seeing I had vomited a lot the night before) so I creep on over to the vending machines to go buy a pack of Starburst and a Sprite (breakfast of champs) to settle my stomach. On the return trip, I can tell something isn't right. I set down my treats and briskly walk into the men's room. I get into the closest stall just in time to paint the porcelain colors not yet known to man. It was fierce; the flying out my mouth, that stinging feeling in your throat, even some shooting out my nose. After a couple minutes, I clean myself up and head back to the desk. Scoundrel looks up at me and asks "where did you go?" I reply, "i just threw up my life, I feel about a million times better now." To which Scoundy replies "good idea" and heads off to have his own fiesta.
Now this became kinda of a routine deal for a couple more hours- taking turns vomiting, feeling better, drinking some soda or eating some candy, feeling sick, etc., etc. But then once we both had come around a bit, we decided to get our weekly fix of Little Ceaser's $5 pizza and $1 bread sticks. It's a phenomenal experience. As we're sitting there eating, we both feel top notch. The sun came out, birds were singing, cartoon foxes pranced along playing banjos; all the accoutrement needed for a Saturday afternoon. We hop on the internet some more, play a few games, chat to kids on myspace. But then suddenly, I got thirsty. I get up and walk to the water fountain and am coming back to the desk when something doesn't feel right. I think to myself, "dammit Marc, it's been like 3 hours since you last puked you're fine, don't be a pussie." So I hop in my chair and talk to Scoundy. He grabs the last slice of pizza and begins eating it and starting a conversation. I try to pay attention, but all I keep thinking is "don't puke, don't puke". About halfway through the slice and the convo, I hold up my hand and say "hold on" and lean over the front desk trashcan.
An atom bomb of partially digest pizza and bread sticks drops from me, followed by two purely liquid explosions. All over that trashcan is my insides. Scoundrel looks at his pizza and tosses it in with the bucket-o-vomit. We look up at each other and my watery eyes meet his as we assess what just occurred. He starts cracking up to my face and I quickly join between gasps of breath and me saying "I'm soooo embarrassed, I hope no one saw me."
After cleaning up the workstation and myself, I was pretty much recovered by the end of the work shift. Which was nice since I had to head down to UNLV that night to take my Spanish final in a warm, amazon rain forest-esque room. Luckily, I held down any sick feelings after that, and still did great on the test. As they say though, "the pesky gerbil may play in his pen, but the brash squirrel can still bury his loot."
This story takes place during the fall 2007 semester of my sophomore year at UNLV. It was the week before finals and I had officially been getting the ball rolling on my alcoholic binge that lasted 3 months. As in, i wasn't sober for 3 months. Damn, i rule. Anyways, this was about a month after turning 20 (the end of the infamous Beard Month) and so each weekend complied of me trying to drown my liver. I have for quite some time now worked an early shift on Saturdays at work because it is the easiest day to work and so it usually wouldn't matter if I partied the night before. Unfortunately, this week I had taken that as "hey, I can get completely shit-housed, fall asleep and go to work without reprimands!" Little did I know the fun I would be having.
So I arrive to work wasted. Not hungover yet, still wasted drunk. My good friend Scoundrel (whom has been in previous stories) was also hungover, adding to the spectacle any customer may have seen. Here we are, cuddled in our little corners at the front desk of a pool, half dead, and would've been crying if it didn't hurt to move. I figure I must be starving (seeing I had vomited a lot the night before) so I creep on over to the vending machines to go buy a pack of Starburst and a Sprite (breakfast of champs) to settle my stomach. On the return trip, I can tell something isn't right. I set down my treats and briskly walk into the men's room. I get into the closest stall just in time to paint the porcelain colors not yet known to man. It was fierce; the flying out my mouth, that stinging feeling in your throat, even some shooting out my nose. After a couple minutes, I clean myself up and head back to the desk. Scoundrel looks up at me and asks "where did you go?" I reply, "i just threw up my life, I feel about a million times better now." To which Scoundy replies "good idea" and heads off to have his own fiesta.
Now this became kinda of a routine deal for a couple more hours- taking turns vomiting, feeling better, drinking some soda or eating some candy, feeling sick, etc., etc. But then once we both had come around a bit, we decided to get our weekly fix of Little Ceaser's $5 pizza and $1 bread sticks. It's a phenomenal experience. As we're sitting there eating, we both feel top notch. The sun came out, birds were singing, cartoon foxes pranced along playing banjos; all the accoutrement needed for a Saturday afternoon. We hop on the internet some more, play a few games, chat to kids on myspace. But then suddenly, I got thirsty. I get up and walk to the water fountain and am coming back to the desk when something doesn't feel right. I think to myself, "dammit Marc, it's been like 3 hours since you last puked you're fine, don't be a pussie." So I hop in my chair and talk to Scoundy. He grabs the last slice of pizza and begins eating it and starting a conversation. I try to pay attention, but all I keep thinking is "don't puke, don't puke". About halfway through the slice and the convo, I hold up my hand and say "hold on" and lean over the front desk trashcan.
An atom bomb of partially digest pizza and bread sticks drops from me, followed by two purely liquid explosions. All over that trashcan is my insides. Scoundrel looks at his pizza and tosses it in with the bucket-o-vomit. We look up at each other and my watery eyes meet his as we assess what just occurred. He starts cracking up to my face and I quickly join between gasps of breath and me saying "I'm soooo embarrassed, I hope no one saw me."
After cleaning up the workstation and myself, I was pretty much recovered by the end of the work shift. Which was nice since I had to head down to UNLV that night to take my Spanish final in a warm, amazon rain forest-esque room. Luckily, I held down any sick feelings after that, and still did great on the test. As they say though, "the pesky gerbil may play in his pen, but the brash squirrel can still bury his loot."
Saturday, March 15, 2008
The Magic Of The Internet.
This tale is about the glories that is the internet, and why I try to utilize it as much as possible. So I met this girl on myspace who added me, if i recall she found me through Newsense. We began talking and got along nicely. We were both in relationships when we met, but after those ended, we decided to meet and hang out. The first time it I knew it was going to be a bit wierd and so I had my good friend "Scoundrel" tag along. After the night was over, Scoundrel and I went back to my place and lied to the girl that we would go to her house later.
She and I didn't lose contact though and we hung out a couple more times. By the second time we hooked up as I was leaving, it was cheesy and steriotypical, but none the less fun. The same goes for the third time we hung out. But the real fun happened after we hadn't hung out for a while and met up again for our fourth encounter.
Seeing half the time we had hung out, we were either watching a movie or making out, the after-movie expieriance this time was that much more great. So we're chilling in my car thinking of things to do when she drops the line "the back seat looks intriguing," I agree and we drive for a place to get down to business. We finally find what appears to be a closed road in a quiet neighborhood with no potential for interruption. (it ended up not being true and we high tailed out of there after this adventure).
So we begin making out, a lot. A skill I pride myself of having. Some people who I'm pretty sure I can only describe as whores have agreed that I am awesome. Anyways, so this continues, clothes get removed more and more, hands go places that are considered unholy, and then your at second base my friends. So after a while of this fun and games, she begins to remove my pants completely and is expressing interest in performing oral sex. Of course, being a stimulated male, it would be foolish, and very homosexual, to say no. So right before she does, she gets a call from her Dad asking when she'll be home. If memory serves me right she said we had just gotten out of the movie and were going to grab some ice cream or something (foreshadow). She ends the conversation, but I'm destimulated. After a few more minutes of making out, I'm ready to go again. So she starts slobbin'. And I might add, she is extremely good at it. Potentially the best one yet to this day. But I mean, for as little as I know her, she may have had a lot of "practice". Fuck it.
I usually pride myself on not finishing during oral sex, especially if im in a car. However, as I mentioned, she was just shy of pornstar good and I hadn't cum in a few days, so my penis enjoyed the attention. Me, being a gentleman, let her know I'm going to finish soon, wondering if I'm gonna have to use my boxers as a cum rag or something. But she just carried on as if I hadn't said a word. So I blow my load in her mouth and ask if she would like me to open the door so she could spit out the "tastey concoction". Then clear as a bell she replies "What?".
I just chuckled to myself, realizing this girl knows the bare-bones minimum about me and said "thank you internet."
She and I didn't lose contact though and we hung out a couple more times. By the second time we hooked up as I was leaving, it was cheesy and steriotypical, but none the less fun. The same goes for the third time we hung out. But the real fun happened after we hadn't hung out for a while and met up again for our fourth encounter.
Seeing half the time we had hung out, we were either watching a movie or making out, the after-movie expieriance this time was that much more great. So we're chilling in my car thinking of things to do when she drops the line "the back seat looks intriguing," I agree and we drive for a place to get down to business. We finally find what appears to be a closed road in a quiet neighborhood with no potential for interruption. (it ended up not being true and we high tailed out of there after this adventure).
So we begin making out, a lot. A skill I pride myself of having. Some people who I'm pretty sure I can only describe as whores have agreed that I am awesome. Anyways, so this continues, clothes get removed more and more, hands go places that are considered unholy, and then your at second base my friends. So after a while of this fun and games, she begins to remove my pants completely and is expressing interest in performing oral sex. Of course, being a stimulated male, it would be foolish, and very homosexual, to say no. So right before she does, she gets a call from her Dad asking when she'll be home. If memory serves me right she said we had just gotten out of the movie and were going to grab some ice cream or something (foreshadow). She ends the conversation, but I'm destimulated. After a few more minutes of making out, I'm ready to go again. So she starts slobbin'. And I might add, she is extremely good at it. Potentially the best one yet to this day. But I mean, for as little as I know her, she may have had a lot of "practice". Fuck it.
I usually pride myself on not finishing during oral sex, especially if im in a car. However, as I mentioned, she was just shy of pornstar good and I hadn't cum in a few days, so my penis enjoyed the attention. Me, being a gentleman, let her know I'm going to finish soon, wondering if I'm gonna have to use my boxers as a cum rag or something. But she just carried on as if I hadn't said a word. So I blow my load in her mouth and ask if she would like me to open the door so she could spit out the "tastey concoction". Then clear as a bell she replies "What?".
I just chuckled to myself, realizing this girl knows the bare-bones minimum about me and said "thank you internet."
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Studio Sex
A while back I had a girlfriend who I went out with for a long time and we had our good and definitely bad times throughout. Anyways, after we broke up, I still tried to remain friends with her, as I do with any of my ex's. The problem was, when the relationship ended, she wasn't ready for that and the friend thing got weird a lot of times.
Probably one of our stronger connections was through music. We were both singers and liked many of the same bands. So a couple times we had written/performed songs together and they turned out pretty good. A few months after getting out of the relationship, I decided we should co-write and record a song together for a solo venture I was doing. She came over, and we hung out and started working on the song down in my studio and I thought it shaped out nicely. We finished it and were going to listen back to it to see if anything needed fixing. The IKEA couch I have down there also folds out to a futon type deal and she suggests we lie down and listen.
While laying there she starts moving closer to me. I didn't think anything of it really and just continued listening. Next thing I know, this girl starts removing some clothing, at first I think it has something to do with the fact there isn't a good air conditioner down there, but then it became pretty clear what was going on. We start kissing and removing more clothing until we're both naked. Oh yeah, she had a new boyfriend at the time, but apparently they were on a break (because I do not believe in nor condone cheating of anykind). After this continues to go on for a bit, she starts hinting that we should have sex. Personally, I wasn't down because this would kind of be like leading her on and I think that's wrong but in the heat of the moment, I wasn't about to say no. So we go with the flow and end up fucking. Starting of in missionary, then moving to doggiestyle all while listening to the happy little love song we had written.
Once we finish, there was probably some of the most awkward after-sex expieriance. Me, being a professional, go back to fixing the song and putting it on a CD. She got a little upset about this lack of attention, but hey, she said we should just "blow off some steam". After this, she and her boyfriend got back together and he wanted to fight me a lot for a while, but I think we smoothed it all over, and they are happy from what I know. Which is good. She probably hates me these days because I was kind of a dick after we broke up, so now after this goes online, she'll hate me even more. But hey, there's a good song and story now out of it!
Probably one of our stronger connections was through music. We were both singers and liked many of the same bands. So a couple times we had written/performed songs together and they turned out pretty good. A few months after getting out of the relationship, I decided we should co-write and record a song together for a solo venture I was doing. She came over, and we hung out and started working on the song down in my studio and I thought it shaped out nicely. We finished it and were going to listen back to it to see if anything needed fixing. The IKEA couch I have down there also folds out to a futon type deal and she suggests we lie down and listen.
While laying there she starts moving closer to me. I didn't think anything of it really and just continued listening. Next thing I know, this girl starts removing some clothing, at first I think it has something to do with the fact there isn't a good air conditioner down there, but then it became pretty clear what was going on. We start kissing and removing more clothing until we're both naked. Oh yeah, she had a new boyfriend at the time, but apparently they were on a break (because I do not believe in nor condone cheating of anykind). After this continues to go on for a bit, she starts hinting that we should have sex. Personally, I wasn't down because this would kind of be like leading her on and I think that's wrong but in the heat of the moment, I wasn't about to say no. So we go with the flow and end up fucking. Starting of in missionary, then moving to doggiestyle all while listening to the happy little love song we had written.
Once we finish, there was probably some of the most awkward after-sex expieriance. Me, being a professional, go back to fixing the song and putting it on a CD. She got a little upset about this lack of attention, but hey, she said we should just "blow off some steam". After this, she and her boyfriend got back together and he wanted to fight me a lot for a while, but I think we smoothed it all over, and they are happy from what I know. Which is good. She probably hates me these days because I was kind of a dick after we broke up, so now after this goes online, she'll hate me even more. But hey, there's a good song and story now out of it!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Hello
Hi everyone, in this blog expect many a drunken tale, sexual triumph (or dibocal), random stories, many random thoughts, and sayings to live by. I don't have time for a full story right now and i just felt like saying "hello". So ill leave you with a little qoute of mine:
"Though the obseqious badger may skurry over many a field in his life, the illustrious barn-swallow does not querry over lost sunlight."
<3
-Marc
"Though the obseqious badger may skurry over many a field in his life, the illustrious barn-swallow does not querry over lost sunlight."
<3
-Marc
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