Orgies That Never Were

I’ve written previously about the time when I am pretty sure that I was approached for a threesome. You know, the time where I didn’t realise it for about five years.

You see I’m not always the most observant, or maybe I lean to the “they probably aren’t trying to fuck me” side of Ocham’s razor.

The thing is, I’ve been thinking about it and that situation probably isn’t the only time this has happened to me.

There’s the time I went around for a play date and someone’s boyfriend was lounging on the bed in his underwear. In fact I was (and remained) the only person present who wasn’t basically naked.

Then there’s the house party when things had whittled down to six of us and the three women present started making out while the rest of us sat in a kind of awkward aroused silence (thinking back on that one the host seemed really quite upset that I was leaving…)

Which I guess raises the weird thought of, what if there have been other times this has happened? How many of us are stumbling through the world a hairs-breadth away from all manner of sensual and sexual encounters?

They say bad decisions make for good stories? I’m not sure I necessarily go with that, but a part of me is definitely starting to question my judgement.