Last week, I found myself trapped at an excruciatingly dull house gathering where the attendees lacked any vibe, and the venue was cheaply adorned with garish Christmas embellishments. Escaping to my comfort was all I yearned for. James perceptively noticed my disinterest and organized an exhilarating orgy involving three of my preferred bed partners.
Although I'm not one for Christmas, this delightful encounter undeniably felt like a joyous festivity.