Aug 24 2008
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footnote
The night was topped off with a blow job.
This other girl at the party gave me one in a dark corner a few meters from my friends. It was a drunken orgasm. It was exciting to say the least. It was good. Yet it was somehow mechanical. I expected to get some action and I got it. I normally would not say it was a “blowjob” to give it a bit of meaning other than a sexual act. But it was just that: a sexual act.
I was emotionally and physically drunk. Hooking up with that girl in the party feels like a misplaced footnote of the night.
