|As I have stated in the past, threesomes are hard to coordinate, period. Personalities, logistics, attitudes, rules, chemistry….damn, make it stop! But, when it works, it’s a FUCK YES! That being said, can I please address an issue that needs to be voiced? Yes, I am bi. Yes, I do crave the feel, taste, and attention of a woman and love nothing more than making her feel beautiful. Now, if I am FWB with a male, that does not mean that is an open invitation for an FMF, and frankly, shocked at the stereotype.
First, you have to pass most of MY tests. This is my reputation we are talking about, and I can’t send in a fighter under my name if I am not sure if you can get to round 2. Remember, you will have TWO of us to please now! We certainly do not want another episode of a Cum N Run!
Next, the chemistry that I mentioned, and this is the most important thing to remember. SEX IS ALWAYS ABOUT THE WOMAN. If the single female is just not feeling your man, sorry, it’s not going to happen! She doesn’t have to take one for the team, buddy, so be happy sitting in the chair, stroking yourself…..watching us women play. Its not like you aren’t enjoying yourself, just in a different way than you imagined.
Which brings me to another observation…Guys, I get it, really. Easy access to porn has ruined the image and perception of an FMF threesome. Two hot women kissing and licking and sucking, then craving your cock, both going down on you…fighting over you. Begging for you to give them your big, hard cock…..yeah, it happens, but very rarely!
What a man imagines what a threesome will be in his mind, MAY happen a very small percentage of the time. The majority of the time….there are cancellations. Or someone getting way too drunk because they are too nervous and feel they need some liquid courage, not a fan, btw. Or only the girls playing. You have to be very flexible and go with the flow.
Another tip…stop asking for it. I heard you. I got it. It’s filed away, and if the opportunity comes up that I feel you would be a good fit, believe me, I will bring you into the mix. As a Domme, I have to have the right combination and I refuse to put myself into a negative situation. Please do not continue to pressure me, that will not win you any points, nor make me move any faster in making it happen. Not this girl.
FMF can be an incredibly fun night! That is why I try to eliminate as much drama and try to anticipate any barriers beforehand and coordinate a great match up. Not just a one-time thing, cause if you all become friends and it’s an ongoing amazing thing, isn’t that the goal? That it was so awesome that you have to do it again, and push more limits next time? FUCK YES!
So, trust me…..just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.
I’ve always been aware that I have had (and continue to have) a more adventurous sex life than many of my peers. I’ve known this for quite some time and have only occasionally questioned it. I have been told that I’ve been blessed with good looks, but I am humble and anyway that alone doesn’t cut it. Small doses of minor fame have occurred, but in this day and age, hasn’t that happened to everyone? Most people would agree that I am basically a quiet and private person, yet I readily seek and indulge attention. Just looking at my careers and circle of friends reveals this to be the case. I have always been comfortable with myself and never sought to be part of the popular crowd. One could conclude that it was the years of leading a nomadic life, moving around the world, that led me to become comfortable and self-confident with my individuality and somewhere along the way my shyness morphed into some kind of mysterious appeal.
My sexual exploits have always been fairly private and only alluded to in certain forums. Fear of character misinterpretation, judgments, shock or even worse, construed as gloating have prevented me from opening up and exposing this part of me until now. I’ve decided to share my revealing and sorted, yet exciting and apparently adventurous, torrid tales here. The stories I will share are true and any opinions I might express are solely mine. Only names and places have been changed simply because nobody is innocent.
Early on, even before I knew what it meant, I was very interested in sex. My parents were not some wild and crazy sex fiends, but they weren’t prudes either. Dad subscribed to Playboy and they weren’t hidden under the bed or in a closet. It was there for the reading and I would page through them at a young age, not knowing anything more than these were just pretty naked women. I recall fantasizing about licking the whipped cream off the model on the famous album cover by Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass. I had no clue this was a sexual thought. When the girl who looked after me when my parents away wore a pair of jeans with a patch on it that said “kiss my ass”, I remember thinking to myself that might be a fun thing to do. I didn’t know she was wearing it as an insult.
Eventually, I became aware of what sex was and I quickly began filling my head with everything I could about this topic. My parents had divorced so no longer was Playboy an easily available research tool. My major source material was now Mom’s subscription to Cosmo. Weird as it may sound, I learned a lot from that magazine. What woman wanted sexually from men, what annoyed them about my gender and lots of tips on how a woman could get more out of sex. One article I committed to memory was on female masturbation tips. This was like the holy grail of my early studies. This article was the education I needed. Now I was confident I could jump start that engine once I got under the hood. I was quite fascinated by this. I shoplifted a copy of The Joy of Sex and read it as well as digesting every bit of information I could from a paperback copy of The Hite Report. This information was never shared with others nor was it discussed among my friends. I was keeping this to myself and I was slowly starting to put my education to work.
When my family moved yet again, I was almost 15 and I had already applied some of my schoolings at my last two residences but nothing like would happen when I met Lisa D.
The D. girls lived down the street in the huge house with the pool. Liz was a senior in high school and her younger sister Lisa was my age. I didn’t get to know Lisa until about a month after we moved in and that was the first day of 9th grade. I was once again the new kid and Lisa introduced herself to me. We would talk at the bus stop, but I was the kid with the I don’t give a shit attitude who early on made a few flippant remarks to John Jerkanellis scoffs and insults that were hurled my way and had safely cemented my status as the “outsider. Lisa, it turned out was part of the elite popular gang and dated John Jerkanelli, so acknowledging me in her social circle was taboo.
I didn’t hold this against Lisa as she was nothing but nice to me at the bus stop and occasionally would invite me over to her house to study and listen to music. Unlike the rest of the rah- rah gang, Lisa shared some of my music taste and we would often listen to records together. It was during one of these listening sessions that the topic of sex came up and I suddenly discovered that I was far more sexually experienced than Lisa and was even more shocked at how unaware she was of some things. I began explaining things to her and it clearly caught her interest. I revealed what I had studied and I was pretty receptive that perhaps more than just having me explain this was on her mind. She scooted over to kiss me one day and soon this progressed into me being “her little secret”
When summer began, our secret sessions consisted of me applying everything I read about manual and oral female stimulation to my willing friend. Suffice to say, I spent much of June with my face between her legs. I would make mental notes of her bodily spasms and clenches. I would pay attention to not just her clit but also the other parts of her genitalia that she liked to have touched. I would have her show me and tell me what she liked. I’d mix up the paces with light and strong touches, knowing that contrast was paramount. I quickly learned that to really give head meant learning how to incorporate her *whole* body into the act. I would caress her breasts, the inside of her thigh, and the small of her back. My goal was sensory overload and not just beating the crap out of that one-inch area of genital flesh. I loved it and couldn’t get enough of it…even if it was a one-way street. Lisa had made things quite clear that she was only going to do those things with Jerkanelli and then when the moment was this fairy tale perfect setting. I was baffled a bit, but I accepted that and didn’t complain, as I was quite enjoying my tasty pudding treat.
One steamy July afternoon, I made my way up to the house only to be informed by her sister Liz that Lisa had gone with John Jerkanelli down to the shore with his family. Thoughts of exploring Lisa’s naked body were silenced and I had planned on turning around and heading back home when Liz offered the invite to use the pool.
It was a stinky hot day and the idea of a dip was inviting so I ran back home, changed into my swim trunks and promptly returned. There was Liz with her friend Lori sitting around smoking pot and as usual, the parents were never home (I never saw them and I question to this day, whether they existed). It didn’t take long for the girls to begin the inquisition.
Liz knew for a fact that something more than listening to Cheap Trick records was going on between me and her sister and she seemed to relish in the fact that her sister was being bad. I still didn’t tell Liz anything, but apparently, she knew something was going on with me and her sister. She must have told her friend Lori because when Liz went inside to take a phone call, Lori told me what they had assumed I had been doing. I confess to Lori that things had not progressed to the degree they assumed and it was pretty much me making out and orally pleasuring Lisa and nothing more. Lori gave me a look and made it quite clear that she could make me a very happy young lad if I was game. Hmm, I wasn’t Lisa’s boyfriend, so why not and let it be known that anytime she wanted to start down that road, I was ready.
The conversation continued and then Lori made the move. I was now kissing her and exploring her body in the pool and vice versa and then Liz returned.
What are the two of you doing? Liz yelled and then jumped into the pool with us. There I was naked with Lori in an obvious state of arousal and now had Liz with me as well and she starts kissing and fondling me as well.
This was way too much for my 15-year-old brain to handle. What is going here? Is this a cruel prank? Are you girls sure you should be doing this? Liz and Lori just laugh and rubs their breasts in my face as the both stroke my cock.
I was stunned and in shock. Lori grabbed my hand and assured me everything is fine. She proceeded to take me into the house and up to one of the rooms in the home. Liz and she resumed what we started in the pool and there I was, naked with two women. Each taking turns Lori fucking me. It was turning into one glutton filled feast of pleasure.
I knew this was a one-time thing and I wasn’t going to ruin it by begging for more. I thought I peaked and how can I ever top this? I’ve peaked at 15!! Little did I know that there was a lot more in store in my future.
I would occasionally get together with Lori, but Liz, being Lisa’s sister, wasn’t going to hook up with me again and I knew it. I would still get together with Lisa, but they soon grew less and less frequent as I was expanding my circle of friends and she was feeling guilty about having me as ‘her little secret.” I don’t think she ever found out about that afternoon. Years after I had graduated from college, I ran into Liz again, but that is a whole other chapter.
I’ve been the other man, the guy on the side, your girlfriend”s little secret and your wife’s favorite sex toy on more occasions than I care to mention. With the exception of one instance, I would not classify any of these intimate friendships as a full blown affair, nor did they constitute a “one night stand.” While sex was the obvious core of these trysts, there was a definite friendship and dare I say feelings of care and compassion.
I didn’t wake up one day and say to myself, “I think from now on, I am only going to fuck attached woman.” These instances just happened. Believe what you want…I was never the initiator of these flings, so don’t think I sat around at night plotting whose wife or girlfriend I was going to seduce. I could have been the “better” person and politely declined, but I rarely did. I was cool with the situation. I wasn’t looking to replace the main squeeze and I always made sure to know exactly why she wanted to pursue this possibility. If she was looking for a no strings romp with a friend who knew how to keep his trap shut, then I was the ideal playmate for the woman seeking a little something extra.
These rendezvous relationships would start out strong. Initially lustful intent would blur the vision of reality and the sessions would be frequent. Eventually, I would find myself scheduled into their social calendar where I would spend afternoons and weekends frolicking under the guise of “studying” or “meeting for lunch”. Lunch took on a whole new meaning. My place, her place, hotels, her girlfriend’s place, offices, and various locations were converted to dens of sin. Once I was even flown to a hideaway in Napa for a week of “service” (that is a whole story in itself). Occasionally feelings of guilt (or worse discovery) would bring the flings to a halt or my “novelty” would wear off. There were the few times that the boundaries of emotion were crossed. In most cases, a serious evaluation would occur with the relationship questioned and placed back on course.
I don’t know if being the “other man” is different than being the “other woman.” I wasn’t spoiled with jewels or fabulous vacations (that trip to Napa doesn’t really count). I had no grand illusions that she was going to be “mine.” It was simple. She would call and say “I have this time free and I want you in my bed.” I saw no reason to say no.
I thought I would write about a recent date that I had. Perhaps you were wondering what crazy ass thought goes through my mind? Or what exactly I look for when “Interviewing”. So, this particular applicant, I had met at a private club previously, and yes…we did play. This is called a “Prop”. It is not a bad way to find your way in…but, it’s similar to playing the lottery, as I never know what I will be in the mood for. Although we had met before, we never had one on one time. I needed to see if he had potential to move to perhaps “House Boy” or “Show Pony” status. I notice everything…how you dressed, ease of conversation, but sexual tension, most of all. I watch how my body responds to you…how am I sitting toward you? What is my body language? A dead giveaway, other than my soaked panties, is if I can’t keep my hands off of you. You’re IN!
Now, throughout dinner…he seemed very nervous, but we had a good conversation. He can make me laugh, that’s a bonus! I HAVE to have someone who gets this warped mind!! I want to know what got you interested in the lifestyle and for you to tell me your story…face to face. That is hot. After dinner, we go to a lounge/club and then a nightclub. He finally loosened up by the end of the night and was dancing with me. Where is this dominant, take charge, ex-marine side that I have been wanting to catch a glimpse? It is 1:30 am, and I am either ready for sleep or a good fucking…which will it be?
On the whole ride home, I admit, I was on the fence, whether to invite him in. He’d had a bit to drink, and could tell in the way he drove home. I didn’t want him on the road in that condition, so I decided to see what would happen. I excuse myself and change into a tank and boy shorts, and when I come back into my room, he is sitting in the chair. (which you can get the most amazing sexual positions on, btw!) I sprawled out on the king bed, stretching…as we talked about nothing really at all, but everything had a sexual undertone. What is he waiting for? Apparently, I’m going to have to make the first move. I can’t take anymore, frustration and animal instinct taking over, I went over to the chair and kissed him. Softly, flicking my tongue around his lips and tongue…trailing to his neck, then his ear. I could feel him stiffen as I straddle him and gasp into his ear as I ground my pussy on his hard, throbbing cock. He grabbed my ass and pulled me down harder onto him…hmmm…did I just find a good spot? Somebody loves his ears teased! Oh, I got you now! I went to town on his ear…..soft breaths…gasps…lightly licking…flicking my tongue….then BOOM! he picks me up and carries me to the bed….about fucking time!
He was a good kisser. Not too hard, not too much tongue or lips. There is nothing worse than someone who can’t kiss. I base a lot on a kiss, the attention that someone usually puts into kissing the lips on my mouth is a good indicator of the type of attention my other lips will get. He slipped the boy shorts over my hips as he slowly kissed my thighs, making his way to my pussy. MMM…He was good, using his fingers and his mouth. I liked the slight stretching he was doing…I wanted more of that. He had me squirting all over, then he would go down to lick it up and ….YOWZA! He just bit my clit! Hmmm, little too hard for right off the bat. He needs to work for that….build it up…soft at first and get me to the point of wanting you to almost bite it off!
I decided to save my clit, and flip the script. Since I didn’t get to really give him a proper Barbi BJ last week, I decided it was time. I crawled between his legs, licking his inner thigh slowly, working my way to his cock. The tip of my tongue swirling around the head, tasting his precum. Looking into his eyes, as I slowly took him all into my mouth and down my throat. Stroking his cock as I sucked and could feel him come very close a few times…I wondered if he was going to control it…or I was not getting fucked tonight. My military man got it under control, which just fueled me as I thought, “Uh-huh…let’s see how many times u can do that….”
More determined now, his cock got thicker and harder in my mouth two more times before he grabbed the pillow and yelled, “Holy FUCK!!” into it. And yet, he still kept it under control. Roger THAT!!
I lift my head, look into his eyes and say, “I need you to fuck me…now!” and he jumps up and flips me onto my back. My legs straddled completely behind me….(very grateful for yoga at this point!) and he starts to pound my pussy…and I’m thinking, “Ahhh…here comes that dominant side…” This has been what I’ve been waiting for all night. Encouraging him to fuck me harder, make me take that cock, he slams into me with everything he has.
It is a good thing I’m this flexible, however, I do have my limits! He has all his weight on my ankles, pressing them into the bed, as my legs are straddled above my head….ouch! I feel him getting thicker when I decide to stop him to switch positions….making him regroup and come back down. I’m not done getting fucked, and don’t care if its 6 am and you are sweating like a pig! And I tell him to fuck me doggy style…
I flip over, and I know this is his favorite part of me. I hear him suck in his breath as I get into a child’s pose position. I feel his hands roaming over my ass, across my tattoos and then, with no warning, I feel him shove into me, slamming me into the pillow. He grabs either side of my ass…squeezing, pushing and separating. I would have liked him to spank me, but alas! This was the moment when I hear, “Oh shit! Don’t look down! Keep it together!” I could feel his cock getting impossibly hard, tearing into me. Hearing this, I start to deeply squeeze my pussy muscles, milking his cock, sending him over the edge!
After we fucked last week, I had his cock trapped in my pussy by squeezing him. The look on his face told me that NO ONE had ever done that to him before. Well, this time…he pulls out immediately, not giving me time to grab on. He took the pussy way out…haha! Said he didn’t want to wake my roommate from the howling it would have made him do. Hmm…so, now I’m thinking, “You can’t take me draining every last drop of cum from your cock by milking it with my pussy…prolonging that orgasm to the most extreme point. Pity!” As a tantric lover, or really….just as a woman, I must say to all men…Please don’t pull out that quick! To feel your rock, hard cock throb and cum…then feel it pulse inside as it subsides…is super hot. On top of that, it triggers my aftershocks…and that is something that you don’t want to miss out on!
So, let’s face it, it’s pretty much the ultimate fantasy for a man. To have his hot wife or girlfriend being seduced by an equally hot, single female? Got your attention? I thought so!
MMM, nothing I enjoy more, (ok, there are many things that I enjoy, but this is a different, special kind for me) than seducing a woman, especially one that is on the fence about being with a woman. I can literally smell her fear and excitement building of liking it too much…wanting to crave it too much….knowing she will never forget what I am about to do to her, and how she will think about this moment as she touches herself for the rest of her life. Yes, I’m addicted.
But, I only indulge occasionally, and I have very stringent rules. Too many crazy situations have assured some quality lessons learned!! Ill give you a hint, want to get a seasoned, lifestyle unicorn’s attention? School is in session, children…gather round! Hey guys, let the ladies talk! Have the female initiate contact with me. Because…news flash…this isn’t about YOU. This is about your amazing woman feeling beautiful and you should be at our feet, worshipping us! (or the other way around, depending on the scene-of-the-moment! ha!)
Point is, couples are difficult! You have double the personalities to have to deal with, double the fetishes, double the hard and soft limits, double the OTB issues, and then throw in their relationship issues and insecurities. DRAMA! I definitely think twice before meeting with couples. I always liked to meet with couples at a meet and greet, kind of speed dating in a very social setting to see how we all hang out. I always felt that was a more fun night out with a couple, not so “date-y”, like I would do with a single guy.
Ok, for my single ladies…. I am going to address the pink elephant in the room. We hate it when the male tries to hit us up on the side. We are not interested in you. This was about giving into my primal need to seduce your woman right in front of you. Slowly undress her, kissing her entire body as I lay her down….oh my!! But I digress!!!
Another hint, the female of the couple should always offer to voice verify pretty early in the game if no plans to meet soon have been made. This is also to protect you! I’m sure we all have or have heard those stories!
Having a few couples in your stable is always great, once you can get to that point. But it is a difficult thing to achieve. Personalities, schedules, and interests have all been increased by one. And that is when you can get to that point past the interview process!
Fantastic! Now, I definitely have the urge to turn a curious bi-girl.
Ok, so after two miserable marriages, I have officially come to the conclusion that I am definitely a FWB type of girl. And not just a one-night stand type, although, don’t get me wrong, there is definitely something to be said for those hot, fantasy-fulfilling, anonymous, I-am-not-obligated-to-talk-to-you-again kind of nights!! No, I consider myself a sex lobster…I’ll fuck you for life. I love getting to know someone’s body, watching their face, listening to their breath catch in their throat, hear that deep, savage moan escape their lips. I get wet knowing that everything they are taking in with all of their senses….taste, sight, sound, touch and especially what they are watching, as I want you to remember this for the rest of your life! I must say, at this moment in my life, I can’t imagine only having one other body to please…for the rest of my life? Shoot me now, no thank you!
That is why I prefer the Stable Method. Many fine thoroughbreds have passed through these walls….yes….I went there! lol! I have also held on to some….close to 30 years. No matter how long their tenure, I absolutely adore every single one!
Now, one must stock her stable with only the finest in each category. The categories are subjective, of course, depending upon your level of kink and current fetish. Are you wondering what my categories are? Well, first, I look at what fetishes do we have in common? When I ask what are you into or what are your fetishes, please do not be afraid to tell me. Especially the dirty ones, with me, chances are, I love it too and would like to push some limits! However, here is a tip…do not get so dirty with the very first email or IM, that will never get you anything but deleted or blocked. But I digress….that is another topic!
Second, I seek out skilled masters at their crafts. And I love to call on them depending on my mood. A dreary, cold, rainy day….I love nothing more than to be licked and caressed for hours by an exceptional oral master. At the other end of the spectrum of my moods…you need to take your spankings from you Master, like a good girl.
After that, it all was based on how well we played together. Did we laugh? Was it relaxed and fun? I actually put a lot of points on the overnight (or 5+ hour) session. Definitely, eat your Wheaties, you will need it. And make sure you rested up! A big test for me is to see if I can achieve a tantric level with someone during a Sleepover. To see how my body responds to them is such a turn on.
Other things I look at…distance, OTBA (Outside The Bedroom Activities), and don’t forget the ever popular kill-joy, availability. Some are pretty show ponies….you can take them out to events, clubs, parties. Others may only be available once a month or so. And yet others, so good you would rock their world every chance you got, however, they are too far away for the covetedI’mIm so horny, come over and fuck my brains out real quick (and then leave) so I can get to sleep” position. Finding that pony is extremely difficult!!
I inventory my Stable constantly. I always like to keep an experienced Dom/Domme, and exceptional oral master, slave, boytoy, and a couple. I always liked a little variety. A little? Ok, I admit….I need a LOT.
So, that’s pretty much what I look for in selecting for my stable and why I’ll forever be a FWB type of girl. Im curious if others look at it the way I do?
There is no way one could make the stuff you will read here up. Get ready.