How I Play Pool
Filed under: Eros - March 11, 2007 @ 10:42 am
I have zero interest in playing pool, but of course I’ve heard plenty of stories of sex on the pool table, and there was a swank pool table in the basement of the house I’m renting, so…it was a prime chance to fuck on one, since I don’t hang out in pool halls or biker bars.
I invited a sexy friend over and we went to town. We were ALL over that gaming table. Of course we left the cover on, since it didn’t belong to me, and well, you know. What I remember most is how hard the table was. And how hard he was. And how sweaty we got.
Anyway, later I casually walked by the pool table and was surprised to see all these hand prints, ass prints, BODY prints on the dusty cover. I hastily wiped it off, hee hee.
More hee hee: A couple weeks ago the owners of the house I’m renting put the pool table up for sale, and I once again walked by the table as a couple looked it over. I smirked and thought, “Ha ha, I’ve fucked on that thing.” They ended up buying it. Hopefully they’ll break it in proper as soon as they get it set up in their house. And then play pool. Priorities!
March 11th, 2007 at 2:55 pm
I got no story like that. One time, however, Jenn and I were having sex in her parent’s summer home. Her hand banged on the answering machine’s “memo” button and recorded the entire good time. Thank god, I caught it before we left the house.
However, their dog, Bella, did find a used condom of ours and brought it to the livingroom. Jenn’s mom said, “What’s Bella chewing?” and the rest is history.
March 18th, 2007 at 11:14 pm
I would love to envite over my house and fuck you on my pool table. Are you in?