cystits

Yesterday I read that against all odds cystitis isn't caused by coldness solely... and that's damn right.
It's only caused by wicked fun. the first time i got it was the day after fucking that guy on the roof top somewhere next to my favourite club while i nearly lost my money, my car keys, my ID,... Luckily he was't that drunk... although i thought so. But afterwards i think apperently he wasn't. He crawled down to the gutter and found the rest in the garden.

Anyway.

I told my mum the cystitis smittened me because of staying outside late in a dress. she believed it. as always. or she just wanted to believe it. idk.
unfortunately the cystitis turned into a pyelitis which made me wish that I would never ever want to give birth to any child if it hurts like that. still childless.

So, right now I'm punished with cystitis again. I could tell you that I kept my wet bikini briefs (no, it's not what you think, pervent, and neither do i suffer from incontinence) on too long after swimming in the eisbach and the pool the other day. everyone believes it (including my mum). but during my researches I found out what's the truth. honey moon cystitis. i'm not on my honeymoon. i'm not even taken. i'm just screwing around.

I called that little Italian guy on monday, so he came around for about an hour until I came and he left. tuesday was the last day of work before holidays so just before lunch I realized that I'll have much free time now. lest i didn't get bored I called that argentinian guy. (last time he visited me I finally could tell sb that awesome sentence "I take a shower now and when i come back, you've left!" he started trying to cuddle or anything like that, so I had react appropriatly). after the first holiday drink with a friend (alcohooooool) he showed up. this time he started to chat after that awesome sex with his enormous dick.

So I had to tell him to leave because I had an appointment. what was right...
on my way to that other guy I've known for about 4 years I ramp up my booze supplies and call my gal pal to hang around with us in the park. I wanna tell you about him later. Joanna and Lena (a friend of hers who also joined us) were happily sunbathing and enjoying the wine and having a funny time with that guy. let's call him Finn. To cut the long story short (or at least a little bit shorter), the girls left, we got really drunk, went swimming in the bloody cold creek (without changing my bikini briefs afterwards!! i just put on my dress without any underwear later after it didn't dry up because i didn't bring any with me - remember... already drunk... did i mention that 2 beer with the south american?), got even more drunk, messaged some friends, met them in another park, bought some alcoholic beverages, steaks, sausages and stuff before. got fucking drunk. I think the other guys (friends of mine who didnt know finn) felt vindicated about me as a drunk cool party slut (as i was out on a concert with them the week before where i hooked up some blondie --> let's go to the toilet. - it won't work these days. - sucking always works.).

we had fun, we had a barbecue, they played guitar - still wearing no underwear (and he knew it). just when we were that drunk I could hardly tell my name everybody went home and finn came with me. first on his bike without falling down but with me screaming all the time. then underground and bike again. Ermm... tried to have sex, failed because of BAC. tried again, gave up, tried again,... succeeded eventually. woke up the next day (or at least some hours later) - same procedure. he freaked out about my piercing every time. i like. the rest of the story follows next time.

so, that's how you get cystitis. whoring around. 3 guys within about 30 hours not knowing of each other.

don't ever let you tell somebody got a cystitis because of coldness. just nod and smirk internally. "tell me your story, slut."