Midsummer´s Orgasm

Lovely result, eh?

Mo:

After a beautiful midsummer´s weekend, I´m back at home. Midsummer´s eve was spent with 6 great friends in the country side. We ate, talked, laughed, ate some more, discussed, laughed and then finally, ate again. :) None of the people present were drinkers, so no "snaps" at the table, but there were some whiskey consumed later at night.
I used to HATE midsummer´s weekend. It reminds me of my late teens, where I seemed to have the habit of ending up at parties way out from civilization.

Obligatory ingredients would be:

- uncontrollable drunkeness
- someone who breaks down and cries
- at least one couple splitting up
- 1 good fight (involving blood)
- someone kissing (or even worse, shagging) someone else´s partner

(...and not very rarely, it would of course, be the same 3-4 people involved in all of the activities above...)

...by the time hell was let loose, I would be off, trying to hitch hike my way back home...

Sadly, for MOJO readers (it would have made a fabulous thread, wouldn´t it), this midsummer lacked all of the above and that´s what made it great!

Now, returning home from another relaxed evening at P´s sister´s, I decided to clean out my training wardrobe. 2h later you can see the result above. Those are my training clothes. Yes, I know, do one REALLY need that many training outfits? Ehhhrm. Apparently. And I´ve just to give away about 2 carrier bags of stuff that I do not use.

I have to admit, cleaning out wardrobe space - and seeing the result afterwards, is almost as good as an orgasm. You know what I mean.