I am a shameless slut, too, but unintentionally

My brother was leaving just as I got home. I am delighted to be doing my alone-thing. However, when I went into the bathroom a moment ago, I noticed that “his” neatly folded underwear were still on the counter. He very conscientiously tidied up the rest of the house, so I think that means…

that the underwear didn’t just LOOK like LBHF’s, but they WERE LBHF’s- so it’s totally scandalous that I left this man’s dirty underwear folded on my bathroom counter for my little brother to find. I laughed so hard I nearly defecated on myself. I can’t continue to be mad at him now; we’re definitely cut from the same cloth.

My brother is a shameless slut

Now I have some more apologies to make.

(3:41:41 PM) A “Grownup Friend”: nice to see your family also maintains a high reputation for being classy at parties
(3:42:01 PM) AM: what’d he do?

Hot Mess (Chapter Three) – The Anticlimactic Conclusion

My brother wakes up first Sunday morning, and as I’m a sensitive sleeper, I’m immediately awoken when he starts puttering around.

Hot Mess (Chapter Two)

A Fur Glove is basically just what it sounds like – a glove with fake fur lining the palm. This dude is stroking the shoulders of the French girl and telling her that it’s really good for getting one’s rocks off occasionally, but it’s also fun just for play. I pull her aside to find out whether she’d like me to call him off.

Hot Mess (Chapter One)

I think my brother had sex in my bed last night.

Blarg – quickie

I’m in a crappy mood.

Unsexy sex dreams

I’ve had a couple of really vivid sex dreams over the past day or so, both of which ended pretty unsatisfactorily. Pretty sure I know what my subconscious is trying to tell me with these.

Fuck. (Chapter One)

Last night: C and I went to see Hall & Oates. We decided that, even though we were doing a 5K this morning, we’d be fine if we just split a bottle of wine and drank plenty of water. We also planned to eat something while we were there. We started into the bottle and were soon having a phenomenal time. Soon we realized that there was no food to be purchased, but we were having so much fun that we decided that a second bottle was in order.

Fuck. (Chapter Two)

Continued from Chapter One.

LBHF’s Roommate: Oh yeah, you were hilarious.
LBHF: You were pretty funny with those texts, too.
AM: Texts?

This is really not good. It seems that I have lost some part of the previous night, as my brain has failed to record the entire thing.

Salt in the Wound

I’m having a really bad week for episodes of psychotic jealousy.

My brother’s coming in town today to run a 5K with me at a festival for a local microbrewery tomorrow. I noticed on my Facebook feed that he is planning to attend a party this evening hosted by