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The Hug Life Chronicles: :( (4 Viewers)

you never know, could have had a random night in Topeka on a business trip where some just fell into his lap. 
Been just over 20 years... very happily married... a thread on this topic from me would be the most boring thing possible on this board.  Enough about me though, on with the show....

 
You're right, I was in and out a lot. It only takes a second to pop in, read a few replies, hit the like button a few hundred times and then carry on with my work.  To recall this story from my memory, and try to put it eloquently and paint a proper picture and to not start every ####### paragraph with "So" requires a little more focus. Patience. 
FTFY... not that I'm discouraging likes.  Getting a like from the Colonel feels like a warm hug.

 
We roll into the apartment complex and everyone gets out. I take Stacy's hand and we start heading towards Kate's place. I didn't know what Margot and random guy were doing and didn't care at that point. I fish the key out of my pocket and let us into Kate's apartment.  She's still a little  drunk and we are both pretty exhausted. Stacy plops down on the couch. I sit down next to her and she starts to say something, but before she can get it out of her mouth, I grab the back of her head, pull her towards me and plant one on her.  She pauses, pulls back and looks me in the eye for a second then proceeds to wrap herself around me like an octopus converging on it's next meal. That continues for several minutes, but is interrupted by her phone ringing. It's Margot. She talks for a minute (no clue what she said, I was so tired but also full of adrenaline, I couldn't focus on anything) then hangs up and looks at me pensively and says that random guy is on his way up.  :shock:  I whisper-yell  "HERE?! he's coming here??" Apparently Margot had a sitter for the night at her place along with her son, so she wouldn't let random guy in. I guess they had made out for a little while on the porch, then she told him to come to Kate's place. :wall:  Stacy and I laid down on the couch beside each other and start to scheme.  We kicked around the ideas of: a) just not answering the door, b) answering and telling him he couldn't come in, and c) letting him in and sending him to Kate's room.  I was leaning towards option A. But we decided we would be really quiet and just listen for approaching footsteps and figure it out when he got there. Since we were still in close proximity, we started kissing again. She pulls me over on top of her and starts grinding against me as we are going at it like 2 teenagers behind the gym at the school dance.  About 10 minutes pass and still no random guy. We are relieved at that and kinda relaxed for a minute. Kissing and grinding resumes and goes on for several more minutes. I start kissing her neck a little bit and she is clearly into that. She stops for a second, and pulls back and says "hm" and sideeyes me. I say "what is it??" thinking that something is wrong, or that she heard something.  She looks me directly in the eyes and says "I want to #### you." :chills:

Now, fellas... You remember the scene in the old Incredible Hulk tv series when he was about to transform, it would flash to the cut scene where it showed the adrenaline or whatever flowing through his veins? That's pretty much what took place in my body at that very moment. My heart was pounding and I damn near busted my zipper.  I take a breath and think about this for a few seconds and have to make a quick decision. I say "Mmmm I want you too. But not like this. And not right here"  as I continue kissing her. 

(I know I know, bring on the boo birds. But I will explain my thought process here. First of all, she was still a little drunk, and I was not. Second of all, I'm just not a pick up a girl at the bar and take her home and #### her kind of guy, Just not my style. Third of all, I have learned over the course of my life that in scenarios such as these, if it can possibly go wrong for me, it most certainly will.  Someone mentioned above about Kate walking in mid-deed, and that is EXACTLY the scenario I envisioned as I was weighing my options. #### that. I wasn't going to risk the embarrassment for myself or for Stacy. Last of all, I have also learned that a little teaser and the anticipation that comes along with that leads to VERY GOOD future endeavors. :brush:  )

She nods in agreement and says ok and I say "But... I really want to touch you, and I don't think that breaks any rules, does it?" She shakes her head :no: . I slink down to the floor and kneel by the couch, while still kissing her. I put my hands on her and then under her shirt. I kiss her neck some more just to make her squirm. My wandering hands pull her shirt up and my lips find my way down her chest. She is clearly aroused and enjoying it, so I continue. I make eye contact with her and kiss her while unbuckling her jeans and slipping my hand in. After a couple of minutes, she is arching her back, and almost doing a backbend on the the couch. I climb back on the couch beside her and encourage her behavior. After another minute or so her entire body goes tense and she is whispering very bad words into my ear, and I just grin.  :devil:   We have liftoff.

We relax and I snuggle up to her. She pulls my arms around her and we drift off to sleep for a few minutes. It's about 6:30. 

6:45, we are awakened by my phone ringing. It's Kate....

 
Let me know when the doggy style hugging commences
He'll post the rest of it, but you're going to have to ask him nicely.  He wants you to stand there in your f##gotty white uniform and with your Harvard mouth, extend him some ####ing courtesy.

 
:lol: I am fully prepared to face the firing squad for this decision, and knowing what I know now (and you will now soon), I believe it to be the right play
I believe in you.  It's just that I've said something very similar to that a few times in my life and am 0-for-3 in terms of being glad I said it vs. regretting it.  I hope it works out better for you.  I just realized a while back that if a woman says any derivative of "#### me" - the only winning move is to #### that woman, right there, right then.

 
I gotta say, I'm enjoying the hell out of this story.  It may be the backstory that we got in the old "hug" threads that makes me feel invested in our hero, but I'm really enjoying it and am anxious for the next installment.

 
That's some serious willpower you got there Colonel. Stacy, a smoking hot 8-8.5 just says "I want to **** you" after a long night drinking and heavy petting and you say this isn't the right time and place. Kudos.

 
I believe in you.  It's just that I've said something very similar to that a few times in my life and am 0-for-3 in terms of being glad I said it vs. regretting it.  I hope it works out better for you.  I just realized a while back that if a woman says any derivative of "#### me" - the only winning move is to #### that woman, right there, right then.
Believe me, that thought crossed my mind as a possibility too. I was about 55/45. Quite possibly the hardest choice I've made in my life. 

 
I believe in you.  It's just that I've said something very similar to that a few times in my life and am 0-for-3 in terms of being glad I said it vs. regretting it.  I hope it works out better for you.  I just realized a while back that if a woman says any derivative of "#### me" - the only winning move is to #### that woman, right there, right then.
Gotta agree with EG here - hope it works out for you though. 

 
Gotta agree with EG here - hope it works out for you though. 
I'm a stereotypical "nice guy" when it comes to the fairer sex, some of the ludicrous stories in my thread notwithstanding.  I learned a while back that these situations can often be counter-intuitive.  There have been a handful of situations where I have chosen to "do the right thing" rather than what I wanted to do simply because I thought I was being a gentleman.  Turns out it was the wrong move, both short and long term, every time.  Maybe that's just my experience and a small sample size that I'm drawing from so I'm not preaching this as gospel here, it just colored my thinking going forward.  And led to better stories in the process...  :lol:

 
:lol: I am fully prepared to face the firing squad for this decision, and knowing what I know now (and you will now soon), I believe it to be the right play
short of her having balls and **** I'm not sure what could make this the wrong play. of course, she could have herpies but even then probably worth the risk that it is the good kind that AZ Ron has which you could easily fight off with penicillin, Ciroc and cocaine.

 
He'll post the rest of it, but you're going to have to ask him nicely.  He wants you to stand there in your f##gotty white uniform and with your Harvard mouth, extend him some ####ing courtesy.
you have no idea the bond that exists between myself and the Huggmeister.   I already know the entire story.

 
No kidding. Hope there was a piano or large boulder for him to lift afterwords.
:lol:  no issues. I think the fact that I had been up for 24 hours at that point and was exhausted definitely helped in this matter.  It didn't mean that I wasn't on the fence about hitting it like the fist of an angry god, because I damn sure was. But after she "relaxed," I, feeling pleased with myself for my efforts, relaxed too.  Had I been on my home court, or at her place, this may have turned out a little differently. Location was definitely a factor in my decision. 

 
Props to Rando-dude who knew better than to c0ckblock.  Thus far, he's the true hero in this story.

Also, prediction: NRJ is getting hitched to this girl on Sunday.

 
This sounds exactly like when I hammer my wife of 23 years except for all excitement, anticipation and blue balls. Also no snuggles in fact usually ends with me crying in the basement in the fetal position as I suck my thumb to fall asleep.

 
Colonel, I admire you for your old school, chivalrous attitude. You are a true gentleman; a product of a bygone age of nice guys.

i would have been walking around Kate’s apartment with Stacey wrapped on me like a #### puppet.

 

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