We had an interesting conversation last night. He had looked at me, recognized my tired face, and offered up bed. I readily accepted, but as we headed down the hall he made a comment.
man: So, movie or computer?
And I smiled. This meant he was in the mood. Computer it was.
We went to bed. And I worked to find us something...interesting. It was a task complicated by his fondling my boobs and suckling. Oh, and he was doing it perfectly.
Soon we were playing with each other as we watched a threesome movie. Yes, our porn of choice.
There was a man sitting naked on the couch with two naked chicks. And they were pretty much taking turns sucking on him while he fondled their boobs.
man: See. That's what I want. Think we can have that?
me: Mostly.
Next thing you know, I'm reminding him once again of my sexual past.
me: I've done a threesome with two guys. And I've done sex same bed no swap. And I've had group sex in a hot tub, no swap.
man: Wait a minute. You're a freak! You should be really into this.
And I reminded him the difference. Feelings change everything. He had his fun when he was younger, too. It's different when you love your partner and don't want to share and don't want to hurt him or her.
That's where we struggle.
Soon, I was giving him a blow job while we talked. It's hard to talk with your mouth full, but I managed.
man: So, I could...hit it from the back while you ate the chick out?
me: Mmmhmm.
man: So, could she give me a blow job?
me: Mmhm.
man: So, could I titty fuck her while she eats you?
me: Mmmkay.
And the potential scenarios went on and on. He can be very creative when he's inspired.
man: So, only the vag is off limits?
I had to stop entirely for this, and worked him with my hands while we spoke.
me: Yes. The vag is sacred.
He was happy.
man: I can work with that.
After I finished, he held me close as we drifted off to sleep.
man: We're forever, right?
me: Yeah. Forever.
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Showing posts with label the art of compromise. Show all posts
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Saturday, November 27, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Our ground rules
Every game has rules. Every player knows not to break them. This is what we came up with to keep it right between us. It's all about respecting our relationship and each other.
- Our bed is sacred. At no point in time did I want to be in our bed picturing him there with someone else. I wanted our bed to be just for us. We could go out, have our fun, and come home and snuggle together in our space.
- Our home is off limits to strangers. I didn't know exactly how we were going to find our future partners, but I did know that I wasn't keen on having any of them know where we live. We have neighbors. Nosy neighbors. Often intrusive neighbors. And I didn't want our business to be all over the neighborhood. Sure, they wouldn't necessarily know what was going on behind closed doors, but there could be speculation.
- He is not to be in any vag but mine. For me, sex is special. At the same time, I recognize that it is only as special as the person/people you are sharing it with. And since I was sharing it with my man, I wanted it to be special despite the fact that we weren't alone.
- We only do this together. Alone is cheating. I would not be meeting people outside of our arrangement, and neither would he. This was something that we were using to spice up our sex life, not instead of having a sex life together.
- We don't swing. Since there was no other vag for him, there would be no other penis for me. It seemed more than fair. It wasn't that I was dying to have another penis. I was very happy with his. I wasn't looking to replace it or trade it in or even rent another one temporarily.
- We weren't looking for a relationship. Our plan was to simply find someone to have some fun with and then be on our way. We didn't need a new friend. We have friends. We didn't want a lot of excess contact. We weren't trying to build a bond with anyone else. This was just about us, spicing up our sex life, and then getting back to us.
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