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Footballguy
Yes this is an alias of a well known poster here. I'd be too ashamed to admit any of this stuff in real life let alone on these boards but I thought Id entertain you guys on a Friday. I might change a few of the details so its not too obvious who this is. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
I went to a bachelor party in Vegas this weekend. It was a blast. Anyway lets cut to the chase. We got a VIP table at a club and right next to us was a bachelorette party. We were mostly mid-30s, married with kids guys and the bachelorette party was similar age, married, kids, etc and all hot. It was a great night as we immediately hit it off with them. I dont know how to describe it but there was no pressure to hook up or look cool, etc. We all just had a great time talking, ribbing each other, flirting, etc. All pretty innocent stuff and it felt like we knew them for years. I was drinking all night so around 2:00am is when details of this story become foggy but I'll do my best. At around that time, my friend asked me and two of the girls if they wanted to come to his room to smoke some weed. We all thought this was a brilliant idea. I barely remember anything after that. I just have flashes. Here's what I think I remember. I think I was holding hands with one of the girls on the way up. I think I was sitting on the bed with her. I dont even remember if we smoked weed but I guess we did. I barely remember her giving me this I dare you to kiss me look and I told her I really wanted to kiss her and she nodded and so I gave her like a 3 second kiss on the lips. That's the last thing I remember. Why is this a big deal? Im married with 2 kids. Never cheated on my wife.
So I wake up the next day in my room with no idea how I got there. So I tried to put the details of the night together because I didn't remember ####. My buddy was in the room and he said we came up at 3am so I figured it was true. Then I talked to my other friend and he said he carried my buddy up at 3 but I wasnt in the room. I didnt come back until 430 am. WTF was I? So I start texting other people. The friend I smoked weed with says he doesnt remember #### even though he sent me a text at 4am that he had the munchies. Finally, I texted the bachelor and got some details. He said I left the club for about an hour probably to gamble (hehe) and than I came back and I was hanging outside the club with those girls last he saw me at 430am and I went up. I asked him if I was doing anything with them and he said no I was just standing there. So I breathed a sigh of relief that nothing more happened and I was fairly satisfied with the details.
So back to the kiss and the cheating part. Yes I felt like #### the next day and guilty as hell. I debated telling my wife for a day but the few people I talked to all said I barely remember it and it didnt mean anything and I was drunk not to beat myself up about it. So I convinced myself I would only hurt her if I told her and decided I will take this to the grave. Funny thing is although I regret doing it and feel guilty part of me didnt regret doing it because it felt right at the moment. I do vaguely remember the look she gave me and that I did really wanna kiss her and it just felt like the right thing to do. Anyway, its a week later and I still feel pretty guilty.
Anyway, thats not the end of the story. Im a sick individual and the rest of this story is proof. To be continued in the next few minutes...
FYI if you figure out who this is please dont spill the beans otherwise there will be a HARD DELETE.
I went to a bachelor party in Vegas this weekend. It was a blast. Anyway lets cut to the chase. We got a VIP table at a club and right next to us was a bachelorette party. We were mostly mid-30s, married with kids guys and the bachelorette party was similar age, married, kids, etc and all hot. It was a great night as we immediately hit it off with them. I dont know how to describe it but there was no pressure to hook up or look cool, etc. We all just had a great time talking, ribbing each other, flirting, etc. All pretty innocent stuff and it felt like we knew them for years. I was drinking all night so around 2:00am is when details of this story become foggy but I'll do my best. At around that time, my friend asked me and two of the girls if they wanted to come to his room to smoke some weed. We all thought this was a brilliant idea. I barely remember anything after that. I just have flashes. Here's what I think I remember. I think I was holding hands with one of the girls on the way up. I think I was sitting on the bed with her. I dont even remember if we smoked weed but I guess we did. I barely remember her giving me this I dare you to kiss me look and I told her I really wanted to kiss her and she nodded and so I gave her like a 3 second kiss on the lips. That's the last thing I remember. Why is this a big deal? Im married with 2 kids. Never cheated on my wife.
So I wake up the next day in my room with no idea how I got there. So I tried to put the details of the night together because I didn't remember ####. My buddy was in the room and he said we came up at 3am so I figured it was true. Then I talked to my other friend and he said he carried my buddy up at 3 but I wasnt in the room. I didnt come back until 430 am. WTF was I? So I start texting other people. The friend I smoked weed with says he doesnt remember #### even though he sent me a text at 4am that he had the munchies. Finally, I texted the bachelor and got some details. He said I left the club for about an hour probably to gamble (hehe) and than I came back and I was hanging outside the club with those girls last he saw me at 430am and I went up. I asked him if I was doing anything with them and he said no I was just standing there. So I breathed a sigh of relief that nothing more happened and I was fairly satisfied with the details.
So back to the kiss and the cheating part. Yes I felt like #### the next day and guilty as hell. I debated telling my wife for a day but the few people I talked to all said I barely remember it and it didnt mean anything and I was drunk not to beat myself up about it. So I convinced myself I would only hurt her if I told her and decided I will take this to the grave. Funny thing is although I regret doing it and feel guilty part of me didnt regret doing it because it felt right at the moment. I do vaguely remember the look she gave me and that I did really wanna kiss her and it just felt like the right thing to do. Anyway, its a week later and I still feel pretty guilty.
Anyway, thats not the end of the story. Im a sick individual and the rest of this story is proof. To be continued in the next few minutes...
FYI if you figure out who this is please dont spill the beans otherwise there will be a HARD DELETE.
What are the odds. Anyway, I was satisifed with myself and my journey felt complete or so I thought...
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