RePost: Trapped Under the Rimseat—New Year’s Eve

 

I am slightly under the weather.  Last night my nose was like the proverbial faucet, running so fast I was going through the entire tissue box.  This morning, things are better.  But I just don’t have the energy to write. 

Instead, here is a reprinted post from 2016 about New Year’s Eve 2015.  This was when my partnered friends threw a yearly sex party for NYE—calling the guest list the ‘greatest hits’ of the men they had tricked with that year.  I was invited.  Often.  They even bought a rimseat so I wouldn’t have to bring mine. 

So, enjoy it again, or, new readers, for the first time:  Trapped Under the Rimseat—New Year’s Eve.