Stupid Bunnies.

When I look back I was obvi­ously flirt­ing with her, and she with me.  S___ told me that I should give her our room num­ber, what would we have to loose.  But I decided not too.  Silly me, missed oppor­tu­nity, what S___ and I call a “Stu­pid Bunny” moment.   She would have looked good with us.  Bright smile, curls, per­fect mocha skin.  Petite, but with curves in the right places.  Oh well, I’ve had “Stu­pid Bunny” moments before, and I imag­ine I will again, but I still kick myself for one in particular.

At the time S___ was see­ing her, we would flirt, she would make com­ments, hug­ing, hold­ing hands, the occa­sional kiss.  I thought about it a  lot, I could imag­ine her tall strong body next to mine.  How it would feel to kiss my way down her long limbs, explore every part of her.  She felt the same about me, she made it obvi­ous and I thought it was all in fun.  The three of us together had explo­sive poten­tial.  The moment I kick myself the most for was when I wound up in bed with them both, all of us naked or close to it, and we all kept our hands to our­selves.  Stu­pid bunnies.

I always say that I would change noth­ing in my life, in my past, but every time we are together with a few glasses of wine, sit­ting close I know we think about it.

Lets just hope the fan­tasy is bet­ter than reality.

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