Ten Minutes to Strip Poker
This was a post I wrote up last night at 4 am when I couldn't sleep, and didn't have my laptop handy.
Poker night again.
Four people showed up. We were to have a fifth, but he bailed, leaving me alone with three other beautiful women, each of whom I find attractive in very different ways, and to different degrees.
First was N. who is striking in her beauty. Confident, bold, yet personally reserved. As much as I've always been physical with my friends (strike that. Female friends. I'm very sexist.), and enjoy giving shoulder rubs or hugs, perhaps because she is gay, N is one who has never invited, implicitly, physical contact, by not being physical with me. She's also the oldest, and most mature of the group, being a full 10 years younger than me.
Next was S, the youngest of our group. Personally insecure (but getting better...), vibrant, vivacious, and voluptuous. She is very outgoing and fun-loving. We've gotten a bit closer in the past couple months, though she still keeps her private life private from me. While getting to know her, if I pry too much, she'll tell me so.
The last is E. She's the one I've known the longest here. Though only in the past three years or so have I gotten to know her well. I've always been very attracted to her. She's beautiful, friendly, intelligent, has an incredible maturity that also hides an incredible immaturity. She is a study in contrasts. She is a party girl, but is also a single working mom. She's a wild, club-hopping, karaoke-singing, girl who is also a devout Catholic. She's had a wild past, and isn't above it now when the alcohol flows, but regrets it, and tries to stiffle it. She of all three of them is the most likely to play strip poker. The other two... not so much (ok not likely at all!)
As usual, as the alcohol flowed, and conversation got raunchier, somebody brought up an old joke with us, "10 minutes to strip poker!"
Of course it's been 10 minutes to strip poker for 6 months now, and it still doesn't look likely to happen. Ever. S has said, "I've never been that drunk to flash my boobs." N is hard to judge. She might but only "with a lover". E... I know that E never will in front of me. I've confessed to her previously, that I regret not being part of her crowd when she was in her wild days, that I'm jealous of the various people of our group who have witnessed her flashing, and that I've very attracted to her. That seriously creeped her out (for several reasons I totally understand), and she put a total stop to any kind of physical contact from me. So we're strictly professional now.
But all in all, it was the most fun we've had for quite a while at our poker nights. Jokes were also made about my harem. I've had those jokes before, with different groups of ladies, but it's really only been true on one occasion.
The real capper to the evening was in the parking lot. E and I started chatting by her car. She loves to chat. I love to listen. We had a great chat. Nothing serious, nothing personal. I kept my hands to myself and was a good boy (though I really miss the physical contact of the occasional hug from her. She gave great hugs). Afterwards, as I got into my car, I glanced at the clock. 12:30. Oh well, so much for telling the Wife that I wouldn't be too late...
I'm seeing E again tonight (hmmm. I do sound more than a little obsessed with her don't I?) We'll see how that goes without alcohol.
Poker night again.
Four people showed up. We were to have a fifth, but he bailed, leaving me alone with three other beautiful women, each of whom I find attractive in very different ways, and to different degrees.
First was N. who is striking in her beauty. Confident, bold, yet personally reserved. As much as I've always been physical with my friends (strike that. Female friends. I'm very sexist.), and enjoy giving shoulder rubs or hugs, perhaps because she is gay, N is one who has never invited, implicitly, physical contact, by not being physical with me. She's also the oldest, and most mature of the group, being a full 10 years younger than me.
Next was S, the youngest of our group. Personally insecure (but getting better...), vibrant, vivacious, and voluptuous. She is very outgoing and fun-loving. We've gotten a bit closer in the past couple months, though she still keeps her private life private from me. While getting to know her, if I pry too much, she'll tell me so.
The last is E. She's the one I've known the longest here. Though only in the past three years or so have I gotten to know her well. I've always been very attracted to her. She's beautiful, friendly, intelligent, has an incredible maturity that also hides an incredible immaturity. She is a study in contrasts. She is a party girl, but is also a single working mom. She's a wild, club-hopping, karaoke-singing, girl who is also a devout Catholic. She's had a wild past, and isn't above it now when the alcohol flows, but regrets it, and tries to stiffle it. She of all three of them is the most likely to play strip poker. The other two... not so much (ok not likely at all!)
As usual, as the alcohol flowed, and conversation got raunchier, somebody brought up an old joke with us, "10 minutes to strip poker!"
Of course it's been 10 minutes to strip poker for 6 months now, and it still doesn't look likely to happen. Ever. S has said, "I've never been that drunk to flash my boobs." N is hard to judge. She might but only "with a lover". E... I know that E never will in front of me. I've confessed to her previously, that I regret not being part of her crowd when she was in her wild days, that I'm jealous of the various people of our group who have witnessed her flashing, and that I've very attracted to her. That seriously creeped her out (for several reasons I totally understand), and she put a total stop to any kind of physical contact from me. So we're strictly professional now.
But all in all, it was the most fun we've had for quite a while at our poker nights. Jokes were also made about my harem. I've had those jokes before, with different groups of ladies, but it's really only been true on one occasion.
The real capper to the evening was in the parking lot. E and I started chatting by her car. She loves to chat. I love to listen. We had a great chat. Nothing serious, nothing personal. I kept my hands to myself and was a good boy (though I really miss the physical contact of the occasional hug from her. She gave great hugs). Afterwards, as I got into my car, I glanced at the clock. 12:30. Oh well, so much for telling the Wife that I wouldn't be too late...
I'm seeing E again tonight (hmmm. I do sound more than a little obsessed with her don't I?) We'll see how that goes without alcohol.
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