Truth or Dare!

Dare:

During sex, you must use either the term "Love Muscle" or "Love Tunnel" depending on gender and context.

Since I have only done "truth" questions so far, I thought this is the week I would take up a Dare. Well, I did this - used both terms, in fact. But I was alone, so it really wasn't that interesting.

Moving on . . .

Truth:

Tell us about the farthest you've ever travelled for sex? And why?

The distance was about 800 miles; why? To get laid, of course! Duh!

My college boyfriend was from another state and I traveled to his home state to visit him (and get laid) on school breaks, since I was a nice girl who didn't cheat on her boyfriend and it had been six weeks or so. (Oh, those were the days! It's been more than a year now with the hub, a couple months with anyone else.) I traveled to visit my boyfriend summer of 1987 and 1988, early summer 1989, and then about every six weeks or so through the summer of 1990. I started law school that fall and he moved closer to me for grad school, so then neither of us had to travel so far.

Truth or Dare!

Have you ever had sex with more than 1 person in a 24 hour time period (not at the same time so we're not talking about threesomes/orgies/whatever)? If so, how long ago? What prompted it?

Okay, I was once a very, very bad girl. I am not in any way, shape, or form proud of these episodes.

It was a long, long time ago . . .

I was home from college for a visit. My boyfriend, K, and I had a fight. We were hanging out at his buddy's house and K went for a drive to cool off. His best friend, B, took that opportunity to make his move and I, being stupid and angry at boyfriend, went along with it. I had mediocre sex with B and immediately felt bad about it. K came back, we made nice, and ended up in bed as well. I felt bad and later that night confessed to him that I had had sex with his best friend. Then he confessed that he picked a fight and then left for a drive so that B could make his move. They planned the whole thing! Assholes. Needless to say, I broke up with K that night. (Though I slept with him off and on for the next ten years. We have an amazing physical connection.)

About a year later . . .

My boyfriend, E, was visiting me at college (he went to a different school). I slept with him on Friday night when he arrived, but was already thinking of breaking up with E for many reasons. Saturday he got really drunk at a party we went to and made a total ass of himself. I decided to definitely break up with him, but he passed out in my dorm room before I could tell him. I returned to the party and continued flirting with A, a guy I had been flirting with for a few weeks. I was doing upside down Kamikazes ended up completely plastered and took A back to my dorm room, forgetting that E was there passed out on the couch. A and I climbed up into the loft and had sex. The next morning was somewhat awkward, as you might imagine.