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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