"You're about to go on a binge, aren't you?"

My roommate knows me too well.

She asked me that question the day after Mike was arrested, and I almost feel obligated to oblige her. Well, not really, but she was right. :D

The day that I filed for the PFA, I had Rob come over. I told him we were going to have sex, because that's how I deal with things, and he said I had a problem. Fairly certain he was joking, and we fucked regardless, but it's very true.

The next night, I banged a guy that I'd met 2 hours before. He come over with a group of friends, and they all told me when he wasn't in the room that he wanted to bang me, thought I was hot. So I banged him. He had a ridiculously small dick, and it was up there with some of the most mediocre sex ever, but it was sex.

Saturday night, we have the re-entrance of Dave. I don't know if you guys will remember that name, but he's the one night stand that I met in May and fell in love with (Look it up if you have to- the entry is still there, from May 23rd).

He called me last week, asking about parties (I never know where they are, so I told him they were all in my pants). I invited him over this weekend, and he showed up around 10:30 on Saturday night.

I was thrilled. Something about that kid makes my motor run, my juices flow, every other cliche you can think of. He brought forties and two different kinds of whiskey with him. We proceded to get wasted, sit around and talk about absolutely ridiculous shit that I can't even remember, and get even more wasted.

He put his iPod on my speaker system, and threw on a playlist of this band that I'd never heard of, Girl Talk. They basically remixed songs, but they did it in a way that's...different. Intelligent, almost. So we're drunk, making out, topless, and dancing on each other in my living room.

We got to my bedroom finally, and he decided that he liked all of the toys he saw strewn across my room- ball gag, bondage tape, collar, etc. And he used every last one of them. We laughed through some of it, we moaned through most of it, and it was fantastic.

I also found out that he's a sleep cuddler. And a bed hog.

We woke up the next morning around 10 and spent 2 and a half hours laying in my bed, either fucking or just bullshitting and laughing our asses off. It was cool to find someone that I could do that with.

My aunt and uncle came over at 12:30. I sent them a text around 11:15 telling them not to be early (although I didn't explain why). I heard them knock, scrambled to find my clothes, and left Dave in my room to get dressed. My aunt asked me what the deal was- why it took me so long to answer the door, why I didnt want them to be early. I told her it was a long story.

At that exact moment, I heard her giggle and go, "Oh, THAT'S the story." I spun around and saw Dave behind me, wearing shorts and no shirt. Needless to say, I'd forgotten that our shirts were in the living room.

He ran out of the house to get a pizza and give me some alone time with my family. He showed up again about 45 minutes later as they were walking out the door. We went back to my bed, ate pizza and had some swigs of leftover whiskey, and then decided to fuck again.

He is the reason I love to give head. He was vocal and appreciative- and he curled his legs as he moaned. I love love love love love love love love that. He sat up and looked at me after about 10 minutes, and said, "Oh my god, that was...that felt really fucking good."

He then proceded to fuck my brains out until he came so hard, he actually screamed. It was fucking HOT.


So that's my binge. 3 guys in...4 days? Not bad, not bad. I feel like a whore sometimes, but I generally only sleep with the same people on a regular basis- one night stands are few and far between.

And, wait. Did I just imply my binge was over? Ha. Right.