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I was drunk. Considerably more drunk than the rest fo the party. It was that point in the night when the Gangnam Style Men in pantyhose stories comes on, and of course, I ran all the way from the backyard to the 'dance floor' in the living room and started doing some weird movements that were meant to resemble the original dance.

I know I must've looked awful, my burgundy chinos were a bit too tight to jump in a horseish way and I was spilling my drink everywhere. I could feel the disaproving looks coming Hippie hollow stories the backyard.

A few less drunk less fun people were frowning at me. I can't tell whether they were frowning at my drunken state or just sick of the bloody song that has now been overplayed everywhere for too long. But because I am pretty awesome, even when I'm drunk, I thought it was the latter. So I jumped on facebook and Erotic hypno stories one of those drunken status updates you regret in the morning. Those status updates you can't tell whether the person actually posted it or someone stole their phone with the only aim of embarrassing them on every single social network.

The status was 'Haters gonna hate.

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I dance the Gangnam Style every single fuckin time they play it. I've made my point.

However, that wasn't enough. One drunken statement by one drunken person was not enough. I needed support.

I Erotic slut stories to know that sober people or at least drunk people elsewhere agreed with me and approved my status and behaviour. I needed people to 'like' my status. I smiled, would've probably high fived myself but that's lame.

Then I approached a group of friends and told my best friend 'You can be the second one for the night'. My friend didn't get what I now realize was quite an ambiguous statement. So he asked 'what do you mean'. Just because I was drunk, just because I wasn't thinking, just because I thought it was funny I started Wife dog sex story this really weird faces and giving him strange looks. The sort of looks that say in a creepy tone 'mmm Also, he is Marjories bedtime stories than me with light brown hair, dark green eyes a golden tan and really fit with a nice broad back.

Completely sober. He also has a girlfriend, a spectacular russian girl who could easily be a model.

I probably repeated the 'come on man, you can be the second one' once or twice more, clearly still referrring to 'liking' the status update. That's when he dropped the bomb. He said, in a intrigued fashion 'Oh wait, so you've already hooked Panty masturbation story with someone tonight?! My expression was blank for a few seconds.

My brain was trying hard to process that new bit of information and make sense of it. I started giggling, I actually covered my face as to hide what I was thinking. Shoe smelling stories, what was I thinking? Well, in a drunken logical analysis If you propose someone to be the second at 'something', and then that person makes reference to that 'something' as it being hooking up - does that mean that he thinks I was making a proposal to hook Repopulation sex story with him?

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Perhaps my drunken state and intense looks would back up that thought. Oh, I forgot about the intense looks, earlier in the night we were talking in a circle and we got that really intense look when you see someone Nut shot stories the eyes and theres like a magnetic atraction, everyone in the circle can feel the tension, and if you don't break it you slowly start getting closer, the kind of looks before people kiss.

So, assuming he actually thought I was proposing. Was his question a way of saying yes? Well, it was most certainly not a rejection, yet there wasn't any real indication as to what it meant. So throughout Sexy honeymoon stories night I had to work it out.

Because, even though I was only hoping for a 'like' on facebook I wouldn't mind getting a lot more tonight. Later that night I ran into him and my right hand landed on his torso, slowly caressing his abs and my left arm around him grabbing his waist. Yeah it was quite an intense encounter, bit too much touching right there in front of everyone.

That's probably why he pushed me away. Then we were all sitting by the pool outside, and as all the chairs were Humiliated husbands stories, I casually sat on the armrest of his chair, slowly moving until I was leaning on him, my arm around him. It was quite cozy as the temperature dropped and there was a cold wind. Perhaps too cozy for friends, I mean, I don't normally snuggle with my male friends.

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But it felt so good, nothing like body warmth, specially when you secretly want the other body. I do not know if he was enjoying it as much as Grandma incest big ass story was but he wasn't complaining. After a while, at around that stage where I was pretty much sitting on his lap people started giving us weird looks.

The kind of look that says 'Okay It wasn't a judgmental look, they would probably be cool with me sitting there if we were in a relationship, it was more the 'surprised look' of 'are you in a relationship?! Specially surprising as we are both guys. Both straight acting?

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So the social awkwardness was a bit too much and once again he pushed me away and I Bi curious girl stories inside. If there was something going on, it was most certainly going to be our little secret. As the night kept going I just moved around, talking to different groups of people, always checking over my shoulder to see where my friend was. Quite often, we would make eye contact. Once again, is that intense look followed smile or giggle like your body language is trying to say something that no words can make out, something you are not even sure what it means, but we both know it's there.

When we didn't make eye contact I would quietly enjoy staring at him, appreciating his stunning body. Some friends started to leave. I am not sure what time it was, but I do know that it was so late trains and trams were not running anymore. As I am quite short on cash I was not planning on taking a taxi back home. So I was just going to play the drunk card and spend the night at my friend's house. Surely no one would complain if I slept for a few hours on the couch and then catch the next train in the morning. However, there was an interesting change in events.

My friend came to my group of friends and asked Ruined orgasm stories how I was getting home. I shared my plans and then, to my surprise, he offered to give me a lift. Surprised because he lives in the complete opposite direction. And because petrol is really expensive and no one ever volunteers to drive a drunk person back home, can you imagine them projecting vomit all over your Gay sex with straight friend story I thanked him, but kindly refused as I didn't want to make him drive so much out of his way.

I hate being that annoying friend who always needs a lift. A couple True zoophilia stories my friends actually hate me now after I made them help me houses last Gut punching stories. He insisted it was perfectly fine with him to drive around the entire city.

He made it sound he actually wanted to drive me, no matter what.

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Once again, drunken logic, I thought that very few people derive pleasure simply out of driving around. And if do, that is quite creepy, I wouldn't want to get in get in that car. If we had a little secret, if I indeed had proposed him to hook up with me and he wanted to carry it through, he wouldn't do it at the party in front of everyone. No, he had already pushed me away in front of everyone twice. But, how would he act in the privacy of his dark car, when it's just the two us? Where anything could happen and no one will ever know. Even better, he must have known that in my drunken state, I would probably do anything and not remember the next day.

Desi wife swap stories this thoughts in mind I looked at him, at those intense green eyes, at his lips, Oh dear, how I am craving to taste those lips So I said, fine, you can Pantie sniffing stories me. As I am doing my rounds of goodbyes, someone, clearly concerned at my drunken Mtf sex stories, asked me how I was getting home.