Ménage

He was part of a swinging couple that appeared to have a great deal of laxity in their rules and boundaries. Although I hadn’t pushed him to find out exactly what the limits were.

He realized that I had a love of erotic writing, so he decided to seduce me with his words. He was a writer himself, and so he teased me with it – sending me the story in tiny increments, but demanding a steeper payment for each subsequent chapter.

First he only requested feedback. Then he wanted to know my secrets. Enticing me to beg him for his…

After a night of steady emailing, he then sought me out in an adult chatroom, focusing on me almost to the exclusion of all others. This has become his habit.

He wanted to meet me. A glass of wine in a classy hotel. Just some talk. Nothing to make me uncomfortable.

But the night was frigid, and I’d already burrowed into my pj’s. The thought of primping again for a midnight rendezvous across town seemed an insurmountable challenge.

He expressed unending patience with my demurrals, but I wonder how long it will take before he accuses me of simply being a tease. It has happened like that all too many times before. Men don’t seem as concerned about the potential risks of succumbing to these kinds of temptations as perhaps they ought.

With a woman, size is not the consideration, since it’s unlikely we would ever have the strength to overpower you. Our ways are far more devious in making you our victims. Beware.

I don’t believe I’ve ever spoken with the female half of the couple. Disappointing. I admit that my attitudes have undergone a radical transformation in the past year or so. Now that I realize how mainstream it is for couples to seek out a third partner (generally a woman) I’m mildly curious to find out what it would be like.

Would they lavish all their attention on me as the shiny new toy? Or would be expected to be subservient and fulfill their needs? Am I capable of relinquishing all sense of shyness or propriety and simply escape into the moment?

The seduction that the male has engaged in is absolutely intoxicating. Not a day passes without some sort of communication from him – either a new piece he’s working on, or simply an invitation to meet. The volume of attention is flattering, I must admit.

Why do I hesitate? Out of fear of judgment? That I wouldn’t measure up to their standards perhaps? I don’t know. I won’t delude myself (or you) that I’m merely being cautious. To be honest, that thought (perhaps recklessly) isn’t even in my head…

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Ménage a Deux

I’ve never had a threesome. They sound complicated to me. I can’t quite sort out how one person isn’t feeling neglected. I understand if two people are taking care of one person, that makes sense. But if two people are paying attention to each other- then the third is taking care of themself?
Hmm, must watch a bit more porn, or find some willing partners.

This however is the story of the time I almost had a threesome.

My bff and I were at the house of two men. She worked next door to them. I was very casually dating one of them, but it was already petering off. This was the first night that I had met the roommate.

The night started off innocuously enough. A little wine, a few laughs. Then roommate (let’s call him Al) brought out a can of whipped cream. *insert eyeroll at cheesiness here* So Al was more than willing to lick whipped cream off of any part of us we wished to spray it on. I was amused but not really into it. I stuck out my finger and had a little dab sprayed on. He licked it off with such skill and adoration that it made me wonder if he’d ever given a blow-job. I mean Al was thorough. My bff let him lick it off her stomach.

Later on, the guy I dated off and on left the room to brood about the love of his life. Big turn-off. And here he exits the story until the next morning.

So Al, BFF and I were watching a movie. Al was in the middle of course. He would alternate between kissing each of us. I was a bit puzzled by this, but he was an OK kisser and BFF seemed Ok with it, so I went as far as I was willing at the time.

Now here the details become vague, but somehow the three of us all ended up in Al’s bed.
With Al in the middle.

And again, he alternated between kissing and groping both of us. And the whole time I’m having a conversation in my head about what’s going on. Now BFF and I didn’t have the cute making out in the bar kind of relationship. I have found some women to be hot before, and would have been interested in exploring it- but she wasn’t one of those objects. This was a situation that I quite simply didn’t know what to do with.

So in my head: “Duchess, tomorrow morning? What are you going to wish that you’d have done? Explored having a threesome for the first time? Or walked away?”

Yeah, maybe if I wasn’t with BFF I would’ve considered it. But under the circumstances? No.
So I got up and left. And no doubt it was for the best, since really I wasn’t even turned on or anything by the whole situation.

Clearly BFF was, since she carried on having sex with him.

We’ve never talked about it since. I’ve always been curious to know whether she would have gone through with it if I hadn’t left. To be honest, I don’t care. For some reason, the whole thing makes me a little angry at her. I can’t quite pinpoint the reason for the anger, but it’s definitely there.

But that? Dear readers, is the extent of my threesome knowledge. I think if I ever do try it, I would at least like to be aroused by my partners.

Any awkward threesome stories of your own to share?

Three’s Company

So last night I was propositioned by a couple.
They don’t live in my city, but said they’re coming here next weekend.

They asked if I’d ever been with a woman before, or if I’ve ever fantasized about them when I’m “horny.” (A little side note here – I hate hate hate the word “horny”. I will not use it. Aroused. Hot. Wet. In heat. Randy even. But “horny?” no. I just won’t say it).

Anyhow, the answer is no to both questions. I’ve never thought about women that way really.

Now that’s not to say I’ve never been curious to kiss a woman. And I have had a couple of times when meeting a woman that I’ve thought that if I were to ever be with one – she would be my choice. It’s just not something I’ve ever really thought about in depth.

I like men. I like the hardness of them (no pun intended). I like their rough hands. I like their aggressiveness (or if they’re not, I’m wishing they would be). And given the choice of going down on a man or a woman? No choice at all. I would far prefer to suck on a penis.

How do I know if I’ve never tried it? Well, I suppose I don’t. But for now – that’s where my interests lie.

They told me what they would like to do to me:
Pull my hair – nice.
Slap my ass- OK.
Put their fingers in my ass – mmm not so much.

I actually don’t know if I was speaking with the man, the woman or both. But they made it very clear that it was a package deal, and they would have no problem breaking me in.

I definitely got the impression that this was not their first time at this.

How far do I want to go with these experiences?
Attached men?
Threesome?
Couples?

Sometimes I think I definitely had no idea what it was that I was signing up for. But a part of me feels incredibly liberated. Why am I so shy and repressed? Why not experience what the world has to offer? I want to see what’s out there and get to know myself and my body better.

Always with the caveat that it’s safe and does no harm…