I kicked a drunk guy out of my flat pre-group sex; a short story.

Recently Lady Sharky and I had a pleasure of hosting a small group sex session in our flat with some friends. For privacy reasons, I can’t go into too much detail, but before anything happened, I had to escort a drunk guy out of my building.

I’d only met the guy that night, as someone we know had somehow acquired him in a bar beforehand. I’ve nothing against drunk people, despite not being a drinker myself. As I’ve written before, Lady Sharky likes a drink, and as a sober person in that kind of relationship, extra care needs to be taken with regards to consent. But in group situations, I – as the de-facto designated sober shagger lol – tend to assume responsibility for the safety and happiness of all of the group (which any good host should do, sexual or otherwise). And this guy was a threat to the happiness.

I really try not to get all holier-than-thou about not drinking. I just dislike people who don’t know their limits and aren’t self-aware enough to realise that their behaviour is negatively affecting those around them. In truth, everyone except me had been drinking that night. But whereas Lady Sharky and our friends were in that happy state of drunkenness where everyone is coherent and able to make decisions, this guy had descended into that dark and moody level of drunkenness that nobody wants to be around. If he had been happy and fun-loving, then there wouldn’t have been a problem. But a guy sitting in the corner saying some dark shit, bringing the mood down and – at one point – crying, was just at odds with the flirtations and sexual energy flying around the rest of the flat. Even our friend who he’d sort of attached himself to was not interested. So for the good of the group, I escorted him from the property. He put up a whiny resistance, until Lady Sharky – in an act that made my heart swell with pride – point blank told him that he wasn’t getting laid that night! He left with his tail between his legs.

It wasn’t long after that that clothes started coming off. Lady Sharky let our friends have free reign over our toy chest (all of our toys are cleaned after use) and much fun was had. Whilst Lady Sharky did engage with someone else, I stuck to just her. In another newly-discovered layer of consent, I had come to the realisation that whilst she was sober enough to consent to sex with me, she was not sober enough to consent to me having sex with someone else – when we’re in a group situation as a couple, I want her to have a say on who we each sleep with.

So yes, if you’re going to be a part of our sex life (or indeed, any sex life), here’s a tip – don’t be a moody depressive drunk! If any of our friends are curious about joining us sometime at one of our sexy evenings, get in touch. Privacy and discretion assured.

 

Be Safe and Be Sexy

Sharky

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