Three's Company

Where the kisses are her's and her's and his

Wow...2 posts of, what, about 7 with a TV show as the title. Well, not suprising to me as I used to be a wee bit of a TV junkie. Growing up, we had TV's in just about every room in our apartment. My folks would say to me,

Shut that book. Watch the television.

All those years watching the idiot box must have had some impact on my creativity...for better or worse.

Of course this post is not about Jack Tripper and the girls...or my former TV addiction. This, dear readers, is about my steamy, sexy 3-some which I introduced here. It was an evening of firsts, my friends.

This past Saturday, I was in the Garden State visiting my sister and my nephews. We spent most of the day riding bikes and playing outside. We had a great day together, but I was nervously checking my watch throughout the afternoon knowing that when I left for my journey back to NY, I'd be on my way to my first MFF 3-some. It would also be the breaking of my girl-on-girl cherry. I was nervous, excited and scared as all hell...but never had 2nd thoughts. I couldn't wait to get there.

Hudson river crossing traffic was a bear. I was heading to Brooklyn and considered taking the Verrazano Bridge route but was afraid of the Outerbridge Crossing. I don't think I've ever travelled across the Outerbridge without a 15-30 minute wait, so, I decided on the Manhattan route. Yeah, well...best laid plans.

I was running about 15 minutes late and called Stephen to let them know. We decided on 8:30, rather than 8, which gave me some buffer time. Once over the Brooklyn Bridge, the traffic lights were in my favor and I arrived on 5th Avenue in Park Slope in no time. As luck would have it, I found an amazing parking spot only 2 blocks away from the bar where we planned to meet.

I hustled down the street because I had to pee really badly. I took care of business and found a seat at the bar. I still had 15 minutes to spare so I had time for a pre-meeting cocktail. I ordered bourbon on the rocks, crossed my legs on the bar stool and waited. I'd like to think I was waiting patiently, but I had that unconscious rapid foot-tap thing going on so I must have been slightly anxious.

They arrived about 1 sip of my drink later. They were both very much like their pictures...which is always a relief on a "blind" date.

We went to the back of the bar and found comfy couch space and chatted over drinks. Each are smart, professional and articulate. They're both divorced with children. They've been together around 2 or so years and started to play this way about a year and a half ago. Stephen didn't recall that not only would this be my first MFF 3-some, but that it would be my first time with a woman. He said,

You lucked out

referring to how amazing Cara is.

The pool table was surprisingly open so we grabbed it. We played a made-up 3-person game and then a guy, there solo, joined us for doubles. I was paired up with him. This dude was cute. I was thinking that it would be fun to invite him home with us. Cara and Stephen were thinking the same thing as I learned when we were walking back to Stephen's place. We also all wondered if this guy was wondering what we were up to…because there were clearly flirtatious and sexual undertones in our body language.

We played 2 games and left for his apartment about 2 blocks away. Lovely place. He poured drinks, lit up a joint, and we chatted which eventually evolved into truth or dare. There were no dares, but it was a cool way for us to get to know each other better. I was curious about the dynamics and politics of this situation. I asked if either of them were nervous about our meeting and how each felt to see their partner with someone else. They talked about their mutually agreed upon boundaries and how that helps keep bad feelings at bay. They asked me what was the dirtiest thing I've ever done. I thought for a long time...one person's dirty may be someone else's ivory snow. I decided to tell them about my first Craig's List encounter where I met a man looking to worship my ass. Cara said,

That's pretty dirty.

Stay tuned for a post about that encounter... Now it's time to go to the bedroom.

Cara was the first to disrobe. She removed all but a black bra, black thong and off-white garters and thigh highs. She looked quite sexy. She and I caressed and kissed each other as Stephen took off his shirt. I enjoyed feeling her soft skin. She lay back and Stephen fingered her. He moved my hand to her shaved pubis and I explored her pussy. I wasn't exactly sure what to do but then I thought, I take good care of myself so I'll go with what I know. I rubbed her pink fleshy clit in clockwise circles, occasionally placing 2 fingers between her lips and gently squeezing her clit. She was moaning and squirming so I guess I was doing something right.

Stephen removed my shirt and my pants and I was left wearing my black lace bra and thong. He removed the rest of his clothes. He has a nice cock. Not huge, but ample length and girth. He fingered me...teased my clit and inserted 2 fingers inside my pussy. He felt the heat and wetness within me. I reached over to feel Cara's breasts...her nipples grew erect under my palm and between my fingers. Stephen wanted to fuck. Cara was first. He rolled on a condom, pumped a few drops of lube and stroked his cock with his lubed up hand. Cara got on all fours and Stephen, on his knees, entered her from behind. With every thrust, Cara moaned. Stephen reached down and fingered my clit and I reached over to Cara and fingered her clit while Stephen fucked her. She was making a lot of noise but I wasn't 100% sure if she came or not. Regardless, I knew she was enjoying Stephen's cock inside and my hands all over her.

Then it was my turn. Cara and I kissed as Stephen changed the condom. He wanted me on all fours so I flipped over and adjusted my height so he could glide his cock inside my pussy. He grabbed my bra strap like it was his reigns and he rode me. As he fucked me, Cara teased my clit. Stephen was at a great angle to hit my g-spot and each time he thrust, I squeezed my kegel muscles together to make myself tight for him. I could tell he liked fucking me. And I liked being fucked by him. They brought me to the edge and back a few times.

It was then time to unwrap Cara's new toy...a strap-on.

Would you like me to fuck you?

Hungrily I nodded yes. This would be a first for her. She straddled me as she fastened the harness around her. Stephen reached for his camera and asked if I would mind if he photographed us. I didn't mind. Cara finished affixing her new penis, rolled on a condom, lubed up and found my wanting pussy. We fumbled a little bit and it was slighty awkward, but it was really hot how she fucked me with her blonde mane thrashing about. In between snapping photos, Stephen played with my clit.

I thought it might be easier to try doggie style, so we changed positions. It was still a bit awkward, but I liked feeling her hands on my ass as she tried to find a rhythm. This position must have given Stephen an idea and I heard them whispering. I wasn't sure what he said, but she said, "Ask her." He asked if I'd want both holes filled up. Now, dear readers, you know how I feel about having things in my ass, so I told them yes, please.

Cara lay on her back and I straddled her, lowering myself on her cock. Stephen was behind me and with his sheathed and lubed cock explored my ass. When he found my puckered hole he slowly slid his cock inside of me. I had never taken it in this position and it hurt, but I controlled the penetration until he filled me up. It was difficult to keep the dildo inside of me but I was in the anal zone and didn't even bother trying. Cara played with my clit while Stephen fucked my ass.

When it was time to move on from that activity, Cara and I removed the rest of our clothing. Stephen lay back and Cara and I feasted on his cock together. I spent a lot of time sucking his balls and licking his perenium while Cara took his cock deep in her throat. We both licked up and down his shaft. Stephen was enjoying the attention.

He fucked each of us again and it was time for a break. We smoked another joint and refreshed our drinks and talked about the events thus far. I knew I was having fun, and they said that they were pleased with how things were going. They commented on my openness and acknowledged their surprise that anal sex made it in the mix. I asked Cara about my fingering skills and she said I was doing just fine.

We returned to the bedroom and we fucked and sucked and played for a few more hours. At one point, Cara laid back with her eyes closed while Stephen fucked me. Maybe she had too much to drink and smoke and needed a rest, but it seemed like he was really enjoying fucking me and I couldn't help but think, because she was uninvolved, that she wasn't happy in that moment. I said that I wanted him to fuck her while I watched. She sucked him and fucked him and wanted him to come so badly. I liked watching. I talked to both of them. I told him how much I liked having his cock in me. I told her how I liked touching her pussy. He pistoned her and stared me in the eyes as he fucked her. I told him it was ok to come and with several more thrusts, he growled and shot his load into the condom inside her pussy.

It was now 2:00am. They pulled the covers to get ready for bed and I contemplated driving home. Stephen was concerned about my inebriation level...but I was more concerned about getting the car back to the lot in the morning. I agreed to stay and I asked for an 8:00am wake up. He set the alarm and we fell asleep together with Stephen in the middle.

I actually slept...not much....but I slept. At around 6:30, Stephen jumps out of bed to get a condom. Cara is on her side, facing away from me and Stephen climbs back into bed between us. He spoons Cara and begins to thrust. In my sleepy haze I was quite aroused. Stephen reaches over and meets my fingers already rubbing my moist, swelling clit. It doesn't take long to get me off and Cara's moans made it that much easier. Stephen wanted to fuck me and got out of bed to make the condom switch.

There's gotta be a better way

. During his brief absence, Cara and I embrace and caress each other. He returns to the bed and wants me from behind. He turns me over on my belly. I stay close to the bed as he slides his cock into my wet and throbbing pussy. He thrusts slowly and evenly with intermittent hard thrusts. Oh, how I love sex in the morning. Stephen wanted to come inside me (in the condom) this time and asked Cara if it would be ok. She assented and he fucked me harder and faster until his body shuddered against me.

Cara and Stephen dozed off but I never really fell asleep again. I got out of bed at 7:30, washed up, got dressed and bid them both farewell. Stephen walked me to the door, kissed me deeply and said what a great time it was for both of them. I exited the building into the morning light with bed toussled hair, and did my walk of fame to the car for my trip back to the city. I smiled as I recounted the evening. When I got home, I collapsed in bed and slept most of the day away.

I wrote to them later that day thanking them and expressing how great the experience was for me. They wrote back in kind and sent pictures. The photos are all pretty hot. There are a few, though, of me riding Stephen and I must say that I wasn't very fond of my sex face.

We will most definitely see each other again. Their children and careers leave few weekends for wild sleepovers, but we'll make it happen.

Family Affair

Disclaimer
It's just a fantasy oh oh oh oh
It's not the real thing oh oh oh oh
Sometimes a fantasy oh oh oh oh
Is all you need....

I lay awake in my bed. My eyes nervously shift from side to side. It's dark. Through the window, I occasionally hear a car pass by and when it does its headlights cast shadows into my room. It's as if the trees come alive and practically reach into my room to grab me. I pull the blankets tight around me and curl up into a cocoon for protection. I close my eyes hoping the silence, peppered with the white noise of the cars passing by, will lull me to sleep.

The wind howls. Suddenly, a bolt of lighting crashes and illuminates the room. The crescendo of the thunder shakes the entire house. Terrified, I jump out of bed and run as fast as my legs can take me down the hall to mommy and daddy's room. I'm out of breath and am about to throw the door open but remembered that mommy and daddy told me never to do that. I have to knock before going into their room. My little hand curls up into a fist and is about to knock when I hear mommy moan, "ohhhhhhh, yes." I put my ear against the door and I hear the bed creaking and daddy says, "Do you like this? Do you like when i "f" you?" Daddy told me never to say the "f" word and there he was doing it. I'm not sure what they are doing in there but it is making me feel really naughty...and I really want to open the door to see.

I carefully grip the doorknob and as quietly as possible, turn the knob to the right and hear the click of the latch. I slowly push the the door ajar and it creaks ever so slightly. I stick my face in the crack of the door and peer inside...it's not dark in there...the lights are dimmed and I see daddy on top of mommy. Her legs are pulled behind her head like when she does yoga and daddy is pumping his body against her. They are both breathing so heavily and that makes me feel breathless. As I watch them, I notice my panties are wet. I know I didn't pee, but what's happening to me? I slip my fingers beneath the waistband and feel my vagina and it's all wet...and it's really sensitive, too...it feels good to touch myself there and I gently rub. I am so overwhelmed by what I see and how I feel that my knees buckle, I trip over my feet and I fall through the door into the bedroom.

I lay there still on the floor and pretend I am invisible. The bed stops creaking. I think Daddy stopped pumping mommy. Oh, they're going to be so mad at me. My eyes well up with tears. I feel more terrified than I did from the storm. Daddy turns and sees me on the floor and turns back to mommy and they start to giggle.

"Sweetie," daddy says. "We know you're there. Why don't you stand up beside the bed and talk to me and mommy."

I stand up without raising my head and sheepishly walk to the foot of the bed and daddy gestures me to come around to the side. Oh, I hope they don't punish me.

Mommy lowers her legs around daddy. Her head is rested with her curly brown hair fanned out across the pillow, Her breasts fall gently to each side and her hands are on her belly...she looks so beautiful....like an angel. She smiles at me. I've seen mommy naked before...when I was really little we used to take baths together... but there is something about the way she looks that makes me feel really warm all over. Daddy sits indian style between Mommy's legs. I have seen my daddy naked before as well, but his penis was always so small and soft. Now it's so hard and the head is purple. My mouth drops open when I see how big it is. I look up at daddy in utter amazement and he smiles at me.

"Do you know what mommy and daddy were doing?" Daddy asks. I shake my head left and right.

Mommy continues, "Daddy was making me feel really good."

Daddy says, "And mommy was making me feel really good too...at the same time."

"Come up here, baby," daddy says as he taps his palm on the bed. They scooch over and I jump up onto the bed and sit indian style next to them.

"How did it make you feel to see mommy and daddy giving each other pleasure?"

I hesitate. I shrug my shoulders. I can't let them know how good it made me feel...that feels so wrong.

"Will you be mad if I tell you the truth?"

"Of course not...we always tell you that honesty is the best policy."

"Um, well, it made me feel warm and tingly all over. And it made my panties wet...and I didn't pee in my pants, I swear."

I lower my head.

Daddy lifts my chin with his first two fingers and looks me in the eyes and says, "that's ok baby. Mommy and I have been looking forward to this day when you were big enough to understand. We know you're ready to feel good too. And we want to show you how...and share with you because we love you so much."

I look over at mommy and she smiles and nods reassuringly.

"I'm scared," I confess.

Daddy puts his arms around me. "We know that baby, but you know we would never let anything bad happen to you."

"Yes, I know."

"Good. Then don't worry about a thing. We're just going to have some fun together."

Mommy sits up and pulls my t-shirt over my head. My titties are so small compared to mommy's and look how big her nipples are. Gosh, they look like giant pencil erasers. Mommy sees me looking at her breasts and caresses them. "When you were a little baby, I fed you from these."

"I don't remember."

"Of course you don't sweetie," mommy laughs.

Mommy continues to rub her titties and daddy motions with his finger to come closer. I awkardly crawl over mommy and try to figure out where I should go. Daddy grabs me by the waist, pulls me between his legs, wraps his arms around me and hugs me close to him. I feel his hardness against my back. My vagina is getting wet again. I feel like I just want to take my panties off and be totally naked like they are.

"Take off your panties, honey," mommy says. Gosh, it's like she could read my mind.

I comply and look down at my vagina and look at mommy's. Mine is all smooth and mommy's is covered with hair. Mommy moves a hand down to her bush and runs her fingers through the little curly black hairs. Then, as if copying what mommy was doing, daddy moves his hand down to my vagina and feels my smoothness. His fingers part my lips and he rubs my most sensitive spot just like I was doing at the door. "Does that feel good, baby?" daddy asks.

The word is caught in my throat, but I am able to utter, "Y-y-yes."

Daddy's other hand finds my small titty and gently pinches my nipple. It hurts a little...but in a good way. My body feels like it's melting underneath him. Mommy starts rubbing her pink button faster and firmer and daddy does the same to me. Mommy watches. She never takes her eyes off me.

Mommy and daddy start to rub faster and my whole body feels like it does when my foot falls asleep. I pull myself in closer to daddy and my body becomes a part of his. Mommy and I are both breathing faster and heavier and my vagina starts to pulse like a heartbeat and my body starts to quiver and shake. Mommy rubs herself and moans, "That's it. We're almost there." And then she shrieks, "yes yes yes...." I say nothing but what Mommy said is how I feel now.

My body goes limp in daddy's arms he and combs my hair with his fingers like he does when I lay my head on his lap when we watch tv together on the sofa. "You are such a good girl," he says.

"We're not done, though," mommy announces. "We still have to make daddy feel good, don't we, honey?"

Daddy nods in the agreement.

I am puzzled.

Mommy instructs daddy to lay back on the pillows. She is on one side of him and I am on the other. His penis is small again.

Mommy leans over to daddy and puts her mouth on his penis. My initial thought is "ewwww." But the minute she does it, daddy lets out a moan. Mommy bobs her head up and down several times and then like magic, daddy's penis is big again. I still can't believe my eyes. Daddy watches me watch and sees the hunger in my eyes that I don't even know is there. "Honey, why don't you show our little girl how to do that?"

Mommy looks at me and says, "I want you to pretend that this is the most delicious popsicle you've ever eaten."

"Can I pretend it's grape?" I ask.

"Anything you desire, sweetie."

Mommy doesn't have to say another word. First I take his hard penis in my hand like mommy did and I lean over lick up and down and all around. Then I lick the swelling purple head and when I do daddy trembles. "Are you ok, daddy?"

"Yes baby. I am just fine. Now you keep doing what you are doing. You're a fast learner. I'm glad we let you eat all of those fruit pops."

Mommy leans over and her face is next to mine. She joins me and we lick daddy's penis together. She goes down to the little sack at the bottom of his penis. I think it looks like a bag of marbles. Mommy stays down there and I press my lips around daddy's penis and lower my head toward his body. I start to move faster and daddy's hand is against my head guiding me. Mommy and I make all kinds of slurping noises. Daddy moves my head faster and faster and his penis goes down into my throat. I gag and almost throw up but daddy keeps moving my head up and down. Suddenly, I feel a rumbling against my lips and tongue on the underside of his penis. "Oh, my girls," daddy yells out. "I'm going to explode."

"Should I stop?" I mumble, his penis still in my mouth.

"No no no." mommy implores. "Let daddy explode in your mouth. I think you will like how it tastes."

I suck on daddy again...fast like he showed me. I start to feel the rumbling again and then I taste and feel warm liquid in my mouth. It fills my mouth up so fast and I have to swallow it, but some dribbles down my chin. Daddy melts into the bed and Mommy wipes the dribble with her finger and then puts her finger in her mouth. She leans over and kisses me on the mouth. Her tongue probes inside my mouth as she finds my tongue. Our tongues twirl around each other. Mommy's mouth is so soft.

Daddy sits up and kisses me as mommy did. His mouth is soft, too.

Their kisses make me feel good.

They both lay back and I ready myself to return to my room...I collect my underwear that is strewn on the floor with mommy and daddy's pajamas.

"Don't you want to sleep here with us?" Daddy asks.

"I thought big girls don't sleep in their parents' bed?" I sass.

Mommy replies, "Well tonight, smartypants, you are our little girl and we can make an exception. Some rules are meant to be broken."

I crawl between the two of them and they each lay on their side facing the other. Mommy puts her hand on my belly and daddy rests his hand atop hers.

The cars go by like they did before but no longer am I afraid. I feel safe here.

Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself

I was so excited to write my initial post...and the next one, and the one after that, oh, and I can't forget the 2 that are in progress...that I never properly introduced myself. Veteran bloggers, Chelsea Girl, Viviane, and Jefferson, as well as my buddy, Charlie Bucket were kind enough to provide links to me (thanks guys!), and I suspect I'll get a bunch of hits, so I thought it was a good time to tell you a little about me.

I'm not really sure where to begin. The past year has been a bit of a whirlwind...I decided to change careers and return to school to become a nurse and after years of suppressing my inner-slut, I am finally embracing and expressing that person on my own terms and not those imposed on us by our parents, our friends and by society at large. I now listen to my inner voice rather than pressing the psychic mute button.

I have always been a very sexual person. For as long as I can remember I have been a flirt and exuded sex appeal. It's interesting, because I never really dressed provocatively...my style has always been conservative rocker...yet, I seem to radiate sex...proof that sex appeal comes from within.

When I played Barbies with my friends, while they were dressing the dolls with the latest in plastic and cardboard wrapped clothing, I was disrobing them and making them hump each other. In fact, there was once a huge cat-fight between Barbie and Sindy over Ken. I think they ended up sharing ;).

I remember my first orgasm when I was around 12 or 13 years old. I was up in the Catskill Mountains (my family spent summers at a resort hotel...just like dirty dancing), having an awful summer...I had very mean friends (if you can even call them friends) and I was sensitive and an easy target for teasing. So, I spent a lot of time alone, babysitting and reading. I made a ton of cash that summer. That's the summer I discovered Judy Blume's sexual coming-of-age story, "Forever." Any dudes out there name their penis'? I don't remember exactly what chapter I was reading but I was in bed and felt all the energy in my body channel to my pussy. I remember turning on my side with my hand between my thighs rocking back and forth. I remember feeling the walls of my vagina begin to flutter. As good as it felt, it scared the shit out of me...and although I was alone, I sat on the floor in the corner of the hotel room as if hiding from the world.

Not long after that, I took up baby-sitting during the school year...and our neighbors had Wometco Home Theater (WHT) - now who out there remembers that? WHT showed porn and I couldn't wait for the kids to go to sleep so I could check out who Samantha Fox was fucking. I vividly remember being very intrigued by the cum shots. I sat right on top of the television so I could change the channel if I heard the key in the door. What remote control???

I lost my virginity at 17. I had a lot of sex through my college days (I got my name on a fraternity paddle) and for a short while after I graduated. Frankly, much of that sex wasn't very memorable. Like many girls, I had some self-esteem issues and sought love through sex....a story I'm sure you have heard before. What was so difficult and, I think, what led to the ultimate suppression of my true sexual being, was that I didn't have great luck in the relationship department and I wasn't finding that elusive love. I was also surrounded by very judgmental people who would denigrate me. They called me a slut...which I now know doesn't have to be a bad thing...but in context, because I wasn't lucky in love, I felt even worse about myself.

I finally found what I thought was love and proceeded to get engaged, but that didn't work out. After a few additional promiscuous years, I went in the other direction – I hardly took a vow of celibacy, but I didn’t want to have sex just for the sake of having sex, because that kind of sex simply wasn't pleasurable for me and I feared that would impede my search for true love. Needless to say, I became quite adept at pleasuring myself. During this period, for sex with another person to be fulfilling for me, there had to be a cerebral connection in addition to the physical connection –- but my fatal flaw was when I found that powerful combination, I’d almost immediately fall in love – which also doesn’t have to be a bad thing, but typically these partners weren't available, had other issues, and/or didn’t feel the same about me and I’d get my heart crushed.

I guess the long and short of this is that, for years, I believed (or was conditioned) that sex and love were fused and the former couldn't be pleasurable without the latter. "Why can't you have sex like a gay man?" my gay friend "B" would ask.

This was true until very recently. My last relationship was plagued with the problem as outlined above (among other things, the details of which I'll spare you)...but he was/is an incredible lover and I finally enjoyed sex for the first time in a long time. This man helped me to recognize the sex goddess that was buried within me for so long.

I admit, I had a very, very difficult time letting go and I think that was because I, once again, fused this sexual identity with my love for this man. But after a ton of introspection, I realized that I don't need that person to bring this out of me. This is me...it's a real and primal part of me and all I needed was the courage and confidence to express it.

I now feel free to express this part of myself and am no longer afraid of my desires.

I'm actually more me than I've ever been...I feel whole.

I am not so worried about finding love anymore. I am blessed with a ton of love in my life and have room for much more. I don't know, but this might be me questioning monogamy as a given. I recently picked up the "Ethical Slut" and after the first few pages I couldn't believe how I connected with the words on the page. I'm sure I'll have more thoughts on this as I delve through the book.

I would love to find a life partner, but now, I can't say in what form that will take. So, I'm not going to worry so much about that and live my life...that means going back to school, singing (yes, I sing in a band), cycling, fucking and experiencing new things. Life is too short not to do things that bring you joy and pleasure.

This is me and welcome to my blog. Join me on my adventures...some will be reflections on the past, some will be current events, and some will just take place in my mind. In whatever form these stories take, they will be a reflection of me and I look forward to sharing with you.

Coupling

As seen on Craig's List...

My strap on wants to get used. . . - mw4w
Reply to: pers-153584250@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-04-22, 3:35PM

Wildly sexual (and intelligent, intuitive, respectful, attractive, professional, sane, and safe) couple seeking a sexy single bi-femme for a night of exploration and fun. We are open to further friendship / encounters if the right chemistry is there.

Our ideal fantasy revolves around you. . .we love to please. Tell us what you are in the mood for and we will do our best to make it come true. We have a little experience with threesomes, enough to ensure you an amazing time, but not a lot.

Let's start with a drink and a bit of flirting?

Sounds good, no? Well at first, based on the vitals (location and age) and my track record, I thought this might have been posted by a former lover (same guy that made me submit to him and the one who may be the subject of future posts). You see, on several random occasions I have answered his CL posts. I dunno, there's something about his writing and sensibility that appeals to me and is a rarity on CL. I wrote him and asked if he had anything to do with it. "Not I, said the fly," he responded. He also said to keep him in mind if we have a good time and look for a 4th in the future.

I sent this email...

I am very intrigued. I have hungered to get into a tangle with a couple for some time. Bi-curious…never been with a woman…and think it would be great fun to explore in the context of a 3-some.

About me…

37
New York City Native – born in bklyn and live in manhattan
intelligent, intuitive, respectful, attractive, professional, sane, and safe like yourselves
5’7”, strong/fit body with curves where they ought to be.
Long curly dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

I have photos (clean and dirty) and am willing to share those as well as my fantasies if you’re interested…

When I awoke the next morning, I found their response in my mail box complete with photos. They are a very hot couple. I returned some photos in kind and they think I'm lovely. We may try to get together this weekend. "He" was flirting with me most of the day and "she" gave me her phone number so we can chat and get a better sense of one another. Must be a mars/venus thing.

I have some ideas of fantasies I'd like fulfilled. The most prominent one is an incest fantasy...mommy...daddy...little girl. It's dark and taboo, yes...but it's my fantasy and now, I'm all about fulfilling my desires.

Stay tuned for more on the fantasy, more on the actual encounter and perhaps, sometime down the road, I will muse on what drives my incest fantasies. There has been talk in the blogosphere about roundtabling this topic...I think that would make for very interesting discussion...and some healthy introspection.

Afternoon diddle

It's 4:00pm. I arrived home from work about a half hour earlier and have some time before my friend arrives. We're going for a bike ride in Central Park....doing fruit loops in the park, as I like to say. It is such a magnificent day today. I'm looking forward to feeling the late afternoon sun on my face.

After having a quick bite to eat, I went to my room to change into my cycling gear...pulled on black lycra, padded shorts and a jersey from a local bike club featuring lady liberty wearing a red bike helmet. I look awfully fetching in my bike duds. I turned my head over my right shoulder and noticed how inviting my bed appeared in the afternoon light. My pussy called out, "Play with me," (use your favorite genitalia voice here) and I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back as my hands crept beneath the elastic waistband of my shorts. The tight fabric braced my hand as my fingers got lost between my labia. It felt so good to touch myself.

I wanted to feel something inside of me so I reached over for my box o' toys and decided on the Orchid G. This toy is an inexpensive gem. Perfectly angled for g-spot stim and equally effective for clitoral stim...nice ergonomics. I fiddled around the box for batteries and found 2(whew...that was close...time to get a new supply). I pumped 3 drops of my lovely "Pink" lube and rubbed that all over the purple bulb. I slid my shorts below my knees, gently urged my plaything into my pussy, switched it on and felt the vibrations pulse through my body.

I worked the vibe with my right hand and used my left middle finger to rub my clit. As I rubbed in circles, I found my rhythm and felt my pussy working the vibe more than my hand was. I clenched and released the Orchid G with my kegel muscles in a rhythm that matched the clockwise circular motion of my finger. Each time I tightened the muscles, the bulbous head of the vibe rubbed my gspot and on every release, I felt that urge to pee (but you know you're not going to pee). My pelvis started to buck and the pace quickened, as did my breathing. I closed my eyes and began to imagine that I was being fucked by a man who told me I couldn't come. The more he restricted me the further up the crest of the wave I rode. It got to the point where I couldn't hold back anymore...my body shuddered from my orgasm and my pussy contracted around my little purple gem. I shut the vibe off and lay there for a moment until my breathing slowed.

An afternoon O...a bike ride...and then a beer (will be my first hametz after Passover)...all in all, a very good day.

To "Sir" With Love

Those schoolgirl days
Of telling tales and biting nails are gone

Well, not really. I still bite my nails...a horrible habit that I just cannot stop. And I’ve only just begun to tell you my tales. This one is about my explorations and discoveries in the world of BDSM and D/s.

I’ve always had a penchant for pain...or rather, a high threshold for it. I regularly get my legs waxed and actually like it. In fact, I find it quite relaxing. I also have always loved a good slap on the ass, or 2 or 12. I often like to see how much I can take...how far I can push myself...before the ache becomes unbearable. Funny, as I write this, I realize how in my life I've done that to myself psychically as well as physically. But I’ll leave that topic for therapy and get back to the tale at hand. A former boyfriend and I started to dabble with the D/s dynamic and one evening he made me give up all control and sit back and let him use me. And I liked it. I find myself being very grabby when I’m with a partner and this was way outside of my comfort zone and it was good. Things, sadly, didn’t work between us, but I had a taste and I hungered for more. So I looked around to see what was out there.

I learned about alt.com (a veritable supermarket for the alternative lifestyle) and entered a profile. I’ll tell ya, this ain’t no Jdate, that’s for sure. I looked around a bit but didn’t initiate any responses. My profile didn't really say much and I didn't include a picture, but I know from my experience on Craig’s List that if you’re a woman and you post, the responses, they will come.

The essence of my profile is that I’m finally embracing the dirty girl within me and looking for someone to help me on my journey.

And miracle of miracles, my box was filled to the rim with a plethora of responses from a whole lotta creepy looking dudes.

Except for one. “Sir” responded and his email and profile were both fairly eloquent. I saw photos of his face…nice…and his cock…huge. He had two profiles up…one was looking for a sub and the other was looking for someone that wanted to play with rape fantasies. I decided I was in the market for the former.

So, I wrote back…we exchanged a few emails…blah blah blah…and made plans to meet up that Sunday. I got nervous, though, and resorted to that famous Bradyism,

Something suddenly came up.

So, we rescheduled for a few days later. I figured I could get a better feel for this guy through continued dialogue. He said he’d come to my part of town and we could go for a drink or he could bring a bottle of wine and a doob. Oh, how I love to stay home with wine and a doob. I threw caution to the wind and said we could meet at my place. I must admit, I wasn’t very proud of this decision for obvious reasons, but sometimes you just have to say WTF. As a safety measure, I called my best friend, “B,” told him what was going on and gave him the guy’s phone number in case he never heard from me again.

He arrived with a nice bottle of red wine, a big fat spleef (guilty as charged…I’m a pothead) and a soft guitar case containing his arsenal. We talked. Nervous giggles escaped my lips. He was very respectful...he understood I was a newbie and assured me that my limits would be respected. He asked me what I liked and what I wanted. Jeez…I didn’t know what to tell him.

I'm not really sure how I feel about a full on master/slave D/s relationship but definitely love spanking...would that be the softer side of sub?

He asked about my experience with restraints.

None but definitely want to try.

. He asked about my tits…what kind of pressure I liked on my nipples.

You don't have to be gentle with my nipples. I like biting.

He asked about anal.

I love to have things in my ass.

It was all very businesslike, but I was getting very excited to see what was next.

He opened up the guitar case and presented his toys one at a time. The toys were exquisite and he handled them with such precision…like Carol Merrill on the Price of Right. He had a flogger, a crop, a leather paddle, and another whippy thing the name of which I forgot. I was already squirming in my seat and felt my pussy getting wet.

He told me to take off my clothes. I warned him that I wasn’t waxed so he'll just have to deal. He was fine with that. Actually, I'm not surprised…it’s just a little hair. I’ve learned in my years that people really don’t care about that shit when there’s fucking going on. I took off my socks, slid off my pants to the ground, and pulled my sweater over my head. I stood there on display wearing nothing but a cotton thong and beige, lace bra.

Shall I continue?

He thought for a moment...took in what was before him and told me to go on. I slipped my panties off and then my bra. I stood there naked.

He walked toward me and his hands roamed my body...feeling my tits and my ass. He slid a finger between my lips and felt my wetness as he grazed my clit. There was no kissing. I was fine with that, really. We were standing in my living room and I asked what the noise factor might be. As sound travels from my living room to the hallway, I thought it would be better to head into the bedroom.

He brought his bag o' tricks...and there I was, naked and vulnerable, waiting for what was next. He pulled out the crop and explored my body from behind, lightly slapping me...sensitizing me for what was to come. He slapped me all around and then the flogger emerged from the case. He asked me to turn and face him and as I did he began to flog my pussy. I pulled my lips apart and exposed my clit. He liked that I did that for him.

He returned to the bag and removed 2 ankle restraints, 2 wrist restraints and a belt. As he’s preparing to buckle the restraints I selected Pretenders’ first album on the IPod as the soundtrack for this party. If ever there was a moment for “Up the Neck,” and “Tattooed Love Boys” this was it

He hooked my wrists to a belt that he wrapped around my waist and began the spanking. Each smack stung slightly more than the last and when my knees buckled, he knew I had enough. I tell ya, I took a lot for a beginner and I liked it.

He had me kneel down on the soft guitar case and hooked my wrists to my ankles so he could fuck my face. He stripped down and there before my eyes was the biggest cock I have ever seen. And he wasn’t even fully erect. He lightly slapped my face with his member and then I took him in my mouth. He grew long and wide with my lips pressed around him. With a thrust, his cock went deep in my throat. He fucked me there until I gagged..once...twice...and then let me just indulge with my tongue up and down the shaft and around the head. Then I took him deeply again and as I did he called me a dirty cock slut. I liked that. After some time, he unhooked me, sat down on my bed, pulled out a double sided, sanitized black dildo (that was as big as his own cock), lube and had me get over his knee. He spanked my ass. He pinched my nipples hard the way I like it. Then he began to fuck me with the dildo. He slid it in and out of me and then found my g-spot and rubbed the dildo against it. I came hard...my body shuddering beneath his palm…my pussy clenching the big black dildo inside of me.

It was time to fuck.

I hope I can take that big cock of yours.

He was not concerned as I took the dildo with ease. He slid on a condom, had me get on all fours, teased my pussy a bit, and slid his big cock in me. At one point he fucked me hard and deeply and it hurt (my uterus is tilted in such a way that very deep penetration hurts). I let him know and he changed the dynamic moving still as deep in me but much slower…every now and then he’d throw in one hard thrust...he teased my ass and I rubbed my clit as he fucked me.

He then flipped me over and I rode him...his cock so big, I practically felt him in my throat.

He flipped me again back on all fours and fucked me like before. I found my clit and followed his rhythm and came hard again. Spent…my body collapsed on the bed.

He knew I was done. He sat at the end of the bed and he asked if I’d suck his cock.

Gladly.

I started out kissing his balls, tonguing his perineum and snaking my tongue in and out his ass. He smelled so good and I was happy to burrow my face between his legs. I had use of my hands now and I started to stroke his cock as my face was nuzzled in his dark places. I moved my mouth up his shaft and then worked his cock with my mouth and hands. I took him as deeply as I could for as long as I could and then licked him like an ice cream cone. I took him deeply again and again...and then got a fast rhythm going. I brought him to the edge and back a few times.

We sat around for a time longer just talking...it was most definitely an enjoyable experience…one that would have to be repeated…and was.

Needless to say, I had multi-colored badges of honor on each of my cheeks.

Awake

The alarm went off for the 7th time at 7:54 this morning and this time I let it play on. The DJ's song of choice was "Time" by Pink Floyd and I never turn off Pink Floyd. And it's Tuesday...maybe I caught the first half of the two-fer.

I rolled over onto my right side and slowly opened my eyes to see the sun peeking through the slats of the blinds casting a shadow on the bed and floor. The air in the room was cool and my body was tightly wrapped in the warmth of the comforter...I was like a chrysalis ready to undergo its metamorphosis.

Now on my back, the comforter loosened, my hands gently caressed my body...exploring as if for the first time. Both hands cruised up my belly, between my tits and back down again, each hand grazing my nipples on their journey. I repeated this pattern a few times and I felt all the nerves in my body coming alive.

After a time, my left hand remained at my pubis and teased my pubic hair while my right hand found the nipple on my right breast and pinched.

By now my pussy was pulsing...calling out to me...demanding to be touched. Two fingers found my slit, gently parted my lips and pressed down on my swelling clit. I began rubbing in those classic concentric circles focusing mostly on the area immediately above the clitoral hood. I wasn't that wet so I reached over for my inconspicuous bottle of "Pink" silicone-based lube (it's also really good for curly hair) and pumped out a few drops to moisten my clit. Lube is good. My fingers were now lost between my lips and the sensations were radiating throughout my entire body. More often than not, lately, I've been pleasuring myself with battery operated acoutrements and this time it felt wonderful to feel skin on skin.

But it wasn't enough...I needed more.

I reached around to my pleasure chest on my nightstand and pulled out a butt plug. God, how I love to have things in my ass. I properly lubed it up (with the non-silicone based lube so as not to break down the silicone of the plug...cardinal rules of the toy chest) and slid it in my darkest place...ripple by ripple...until the entire plug was deep within me. I gently fucked my ass with the butt plug as I fingered my pussy. My pelvis gyrated and my body writhed out from under the blanket. I wasn't thinking of anyone or anything in particular...I was focused on me and that was enough. Nonetheless, several times I said, "Fuck me," in a voice slightly louder than a whisper... I'm not sure who I was addressing...maybe it was just me embracing the power around and inside me. The pace of my hands quickened but maintained the rhythm that had me on the edge. I felt the entire area below my waist begin to quiver and contract...I breathed deeply...my chest heaving...and I went up and over that edge as my body convulsed and my rectum grabbed and released that which filled me up.

Yes. Now I am awake. Like that beautiful butterfly that has emerged from the pupa. My eyes are open. I see it. I understand it. I want to feel it. I want to live it. No judgment. No apologies.