<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462002365565901635</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Sep 2024 05:01:28 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Pictures</category><category>Heartbreak</category><category>Lily&#39;s Life</category><category>Lola&#39;s Life</category><category>Sexcapades</category><title>Sex and The Little City: A Journey of 2 Girls</title><description>life, love and lies...sometimes even a little sex.</description><link>http://sexandthelilcity.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sex and The Little City)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462002365565901635.post-1067586123771570228</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 05:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-06T01:17:09.539-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lily&#39;s Life</category><title>Lily&#39;s Life: The Days That Followed</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s see...How do I wrap up a year&#39;s worth of memories into a blog post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Well, it&#39;s been a rocky road since that night. I&#39;ve had fun times and bad times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I ended most communication with &quot;my guy of the night&quot; but we remained friends and keep contact every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;introduced me to one of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;city boy&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;friends and the four of us had a blast together. We&#39;ll call my guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Oscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I named him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;because he was one of the grouchiest, moodiest boys I&#39;d ever met, but when the four of us were together it was all laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;This went on for a few months before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I split from the two amigos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;We soon found ourselves new boy toys and saw less of each other. We&#39;ll call mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Dipshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;because that&#39;s exactly what he turned out to be.&amp;nbsp;Of course, things went sour as they always do and before we knew it we found ourselves looking for an escape. Once the fighting begins it never seems to stop. (Isn&#39;t that the way it works?) I found out that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Dipshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;had been calling not one of his exes, but two of them behind my back. The first time I forgave him and gave him a second chance...but some things are inexcusable. I wasn&#39;t going to be played like a piano. So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I did what we had to do and at about the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;ended things with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;, I ended things with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Dipshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I was more disappointed then sad. It seems up to this point in my life it has been one unsuccessful relationship (or as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Lola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;says, relationshit) after the next. I needed a pick me up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;So I did what most single girls do, they look for a distraction. I found one alright. Someone I&#39;m not sure I want to discuss just yet because I probably did the unthinkable. (Maybe in an upcoming post &quot;Mystery Man&quot; will pop up again and make his debut).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;After getting myself into the mess with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Mystery Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I decided to lay low and give myself some alone time with no guys. It&#39;s been a pretty boring past couple months but it&#39;s given me time to think about what I really want...and that&#39;s the last year in a nutshell.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Oh yeah, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Mr. Ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;, who may also be making a special appearance and get brought up in a later post, just recently got married. FML&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;xoxo-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexandthelilcity.blogspot.com/2010/10/lilys-life-days-that-followed_06.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sex and The Little City)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462002365565901635.post-946731403626880205</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-06T00:48:19.135-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pictures</category><title></title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLS0HbjnR89Pa2rEtyIv0lD1Z-2k0CPhegWbJtmmbAE7LhruLuja86__3ef0qHuOFpHsw7bfiPHfh1Q2SRZL7bbxnQg8_noMTkmoP0OmfrQND945dvSCfEomv3v0XTsxS3OwZX5A0qsM/s1600/sexy2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLS0HbjnR89Pa2rEtyIv0lD1Z-2k0CPhegWbJtmmbAE7LhruLuja86__3ef0qHuOFpHsw7bfiPHfh1Q2SRZL7bbxnQg8_noMTkmoP0OmfrQND945dvSCfEomv3v0XTsxS3OwZX5A0qsM/s400/sexy2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexandthelilcity.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_7443.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sex and The Little City)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLS0HbjnR89Pa2rEtyIv0lD1Z-2k0CPhegWbJtmmbAE7LhruLuja86__3ef0qHuOFpHsw7bfiPHfh1Q2SRZL7bbxnQg8_noMTkmoP0OmfrQND945dvSCfEomv3v0XTsxS3OwZX5A0qsM/s72-c/sexy2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462002365565901635.post-4055250791986117664</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-06T00:43:45.135-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pictures</category><title></title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GDECmk8oxdMurtrzpH4OA-CIkhJeVRYpAWMmMNiLOBGAeiDdhyphenhyphenp67C6owyxioaSd7Q3sMwCYMYTUKua8VPDZUhBRVXGpYPO7JSV7l-V5RyUN4DY4sesSov0BQXvdtfzkt3ntypLWYyo/s1600/sexy.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;299&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GDECmk8oxdMurtrzpH4OA-CIkhJeVRYpAWMmMNiLOBGAeiDdhyphenhyphenp67C6owyxioaSd7Q3sMwCYMYTUKua8VPDZUhBRVXGpYPO7JSV7l-V5RyUN4DY4sesSov0BQXvdtfzkt3ntypLWYyo/s400/sexy.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sexandthelilcity.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_06.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sex and The Little City)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GDECmk8oxdMurtrzpH4OA-CIkhJeVRYpAWMmMNiLOBGAeiDdhyphenhyphenp67C6owyxioaSd7Q3sMwCYMYTUKua8VPDZUhBRVXGpYPO7JSV7l-V5RyUN4DY4sesSov0BQXvdtfzkt3ntypLWYyo/s72-c/sexy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462002365565901635.post-7465546359133870053</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2010 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-23T02:18:23.870-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Heartbreak</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lola&#39;s Life</category><title>Lola&#39;s Life: The Days That Followed</title><description>After that night, my life was like one big party. I graduated college with a degree in Web Design only to figure out that wasn&#39;t what I wanted to do. (I&#39;m still trying to figure out what I want to do, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;
I hung out with my girls every chance I had. We partied and went clubbing like it was our job. I met new people, made new friends and even found a new fling.&lt;br /&gt;
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We&#39;ll call him &quot;city boy&quot;. &lt;i&gt;City Boy &lt;/i&gt;was here for college and was an on going headache for 7 months of my life. When I first met him, the idea of him did nothing for me. I wasn&#39;t interested in him right off the bat but hung out with him for the fun of it. It was never anything serious, we kissed and watched movies together. He made me laugh and that was what I needed. After my one nighter, I didn&#39;t feel like myself. Something in me had changed and I was trying to find myself again. I don&#39;t feel like &lt;i&gt;city boy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;did that, but he helped me to forget the past and taught me a lot about the future. He helped me understand the way a guy&#39;s mind works and I quickly learned to play their &quot;game&quot;. Wrong move. Because of this, he played the game on me and I played it right back...but probably better. We eventually both had enough and stopped playing all together. We ended all communication and after that I decided to give myself a break from men, dating, love, etc. I felt hopeless and had given up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until one Wednesday. I didn&#39;t know it then, but I do know.&lt;br /&gt;
He was an old friend, a guy from the past. We&#39;ll call him &quot;buddy&quot;. I hadn&#39;t seen &lt;i&gt;Buddy&lt;/i&gt; in years and we exchanged numbers. He wanted to hang out but I was hesitant. My guard was up and I was trying to keep it that way. I eventually gave in and before I knew it, we were spending day and night together. We started hooking up and at first I had complete control over my emotions, and then he started coming around more often and sleeping over every night. I became attached and very comfortable with him. He was one of my best friends plus more, and I loved spending my time with him. He helped me find myself again.&lt;br /&gt;
Before I knew it, things went wrong. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too and that wasn&#39;t something I was okay with. We stopped spending time together and we even stopped talking for awhile. At first I couldn&#39;t adjust. I was so used to having him around that I couldn&#39;t sleep. It took me weeks to sleep a full night and even longer to stop wanting him there. We had a lot of good times which make for great memories but it&#39;s hard to look back when there&#39;s so much regret...&lt;br /&gt;
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But that&#39;s the way life goes...and now I&#39;ve brought you up to speed.&lt;br /&gt;
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xxx-&lt;br /&gt;
Lola</description><link>http://sexandthelilcity.blogspot.com/2010/09/lolas-life-days-that-followed_22.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sex and The Little City)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462002365565901635.post-1370498330487030075</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-05T18:05:54.761-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sexcapades</category><title>The Beginning: An Angel&#39;s Revenge</title><description>Let&#39;s forget the intro and jump right in, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p$1&gt;For the sake of our identities (and not wanting to blow up our own spots), I will go by the name &quot;Lola&quot; and my best friend will go by the name &quot;Lily&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p$1&gt;One year ago yesterday rolled into today, &lt;i&gt;Lily&lt;/i&gt; and I did something we never thought we&#39;d do. Before this night began, we were truly innocent, good girls who played by the rules when it came to love and relationships. We&#39;d both gotten out of 4 year relationshits (this is not a typo) of some kind or another with 2 idiots who showed us a whole new meaning to the word &quot;asshole&quot; and we decided we&#39;d had enough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p$1&gt;It seems the good girls are always overlooked while the bad girls seem to get the better end of everything. I won&#39;t go into detail about our past with our exes, because really...who wants to hear that? But we were fed up with the b.s and figured it was our time to play.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p$1&gt;and you know what they say, &lt;i&gt;&quot;don&#39;t play games with a girl who can play them better&quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;or in this case, girl&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;The day started off like any other, normal everyday routines...woke up, showered, ate, worked etc. It was mid afternoon and I was home cleaning when I happened to get a text. From who? My ex&#39;s best friend. He wanted to hang out and I agreed. I had no interest in him but he was attractive and I thought it would be fun, plus I figured I could always back out. The day went on and &lt;i&gt;Lily&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;came over when she was through with work. We sat around laughing and making jokes about how the night would end, neither of us taking it seriously. He text again asking if we were still on and that was my chance to bolt, but I didn&#39;t...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Instead, I told &lt;i&gt;Lily&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&#39;d only hang out with him if she hung out with her ex&#39;s best friend. (I know, it seems like a joke but this is 100% facts!) Like any best friend would, or at least my best friend, she agreed. (which is why I love her so dearly!) And how easier could it have been, we were all friends so the night just happened to fall into place. Her ex&#39;s best friend agreed and the plans were made.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;When the boys arrived, the night began. We had beer and drugs (nothing hard core, just a little weed) and we all began to drink. &lt;i&gt;Lily&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I were never into drugs, not even weed, but we figured it was time to start living life on the edge. (ha ha ha) We eventually smoked and the mixture of the two had us all feeling silly. We watched movies, joked around, laughed and reminisced. We were all having a good time and probably starting to feel the effects because mid way through our second movie I found myself cuddled up next to &quot;my guy&quot; of the night and noticed &lt;i&gt;Lily&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;had disappeared into another room with &quot;her guy&quot; of the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Well, I&#39;m sure you can all figure out what happened after that. And if you can&#39;t, let me spell it out for you...S E X.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p$1&gt;Yep, two best friends having sex with their ex&#39;s best friends, in the same house, at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;The night finally ended around 5:30a.m and since this was my first (and only) one night stand, my emotions to my actions were disgust, anger and probably even a little guilt thrown in there. The days that followed were the same but soon after I accepted it, I felt accomplished. I was pleased with myself that for years he did what and who he wanted behind my back and I managed to sleep with his best friend without him finding out. And I know &lt;i&gt;Lily&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;felt the exact same way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Talk about payback.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;How far have you gone to get revenge? (even if you are the only one who knows about it)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;xxx-&lt;br /&gt;
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