I'm such a dork.

Amigo came over Tueday night.  I'm off the Wednesday before Thanksgiving through the week end.  Woo Hoo!

It was early evening and I went for the boner pill, as soon as I got home.  Amigo was already here waiting for me.

We cuddled on the couch for a bit, and started getting frisky.  I thought I would be spontaneous and I pulled down Amigos pants and blew him in the living room, then I pulled him up and bent him over the couch as I lowered my own Levis, and boxers.

"You don't want to go up to the bed?"  Amigo questioned?

"Be quite and get ready to get fucked,"  I growled in mock bravado.

I ran to the dark kitchen and grabbed the olive oil, like I'd done once before.   A good ol' impromptu fuck.  No romance.  No warning.  Animalistic.

Amigo was just as I left him.  Bent over the couch.  Jeans around his ankles.  Waiting for the initial puncture.

I poured a little oil from the bottle into his crack.  It's less viscous than lube for sure.  What the heck.  I worked some in with a finger.

What's going on?  This isn't slippery at all.  What's that smell?

Shit!  That's not the olive oil!  It's the rice wine vinegar!

Oh god.  Mood spoiled.  Much laughter.

And I wasn't in the mood for tossed salad anyway.