Damn – three different people (men) in three consecutive days (and an offer for a fourth, that I had to turn down, due to sore nether regions!). I consider myself a slut and this is still feeling slightly overwhelming. I’m starting to buy into the idea that a pheromone is released that then attracts others, and so on, and so on…or else I’m truly feeling liberated and able to reflect and respond to something that was there all along?
The first was a man that I’m slowly getting to know – to see if more chemistry develops and I want to get more intimate with him. We had a fabulous date, driving down the coast in his convertible, white linen tablecloth lunch, walking the beach, back through the redwoods – a classic Northern California Sunday. Lots of talk of relationships and specifically ours – he’s attracted to me, period. We had a hot make out session in a redwood fairy ring and I was content to leave it at that, for now. Well, I guess the fact that I needed to use the bathroom at his place before hopping in my own car derailed that plan. We ended up naked, both cumming, and leaving a large wet spot on his couch. It definitely threw off the pacing I had been carefully cultivating, but trying not to regret it or be mad at myself for succumbing before my planned time. Sometimes I’m an over planner and this unexpected “happy ending” might end up being a blessing (sure felt like one at the time).
The second was an OK Cupid date that unexpectedly popped up, after a few months of back and forth on email. All of the sudden, there he was, the cute photo was a reality in my kitchen and we almost immediately started talking about sex and relationships and poly and play parties. So easy to dive into those juicy conversations – and so much more interesting than the typical “get to know you” drivel. I really wasn’t expecting anything sexual to happen, but it all flowed so nicely and organically and at some point, it seemed a shame to stop such yummy kissing and touching. We were both marveling at the wonder of it and really appreciating that it was happening. And I got the sense that he was somewhat touch starved – maybe he’d had sex recently, but he honestly seemed in need of some healing massage and sensual touch – not just sex. I was grateful he allowed me to be that person to him and it filled me up too. He spent the night and we got to cuddle and coo – we both say we want to continue something together and I hope we both follow through with that intent. {real time update – I just texted him to ask him to dinner tomorrow night and he responded with yes, and “do you have a strap on?” and “how wet did that question just make you?” Ha! Who is this guy and how lucky am I to be in his world right now? The answers are yes and very.}
The third man was also an unexpected date that happened late last night, after he put his son to bed. Here was a man that I was taken with after fooling around with him at a play party (see below for more details on that particular party). And, I also knew that he had a long-term partner (a primary), a new girlfriend and very little availability. So, when he called to ask if I could spontaneously come over – even though I was exhausted from the previous night’s adventure, I felt like I couldn’t turn down the opportunity to connect with him again. And I’m glad I did. He again confirmed that he can’t be a regular thing, but I was happy to be there in that moment and feeling ravaged and loved by this man. We performed some pretty intimate acts with each other and I had to drive home afterwards, but the whole thing felt advanced somehow. Like, it’s okay to have these types of almost purely physical relationships, as long as the boundaries are clear and there is strong communication.
All three of these men are different in many ways – both themselves and the way they’re relating to me. Overall, I feel good about them all, except, of course, I ask myself, why all men? Where are the women?
I was lucky to be invited to an intimate play party (~25 people) that was also a birthday celebration for a lover/boyfriend? of mine – a man who is happily married for 20 years (open for the last 6) and has a girlfriend of 4 years and other various lovers. I only see him about once a week (he’s a busy guy!), but have been really enjoying all of our dates and how as I get to know him more, I find myself falling in love with him. And dear reader, please don’t be alarmed at that last statement. I think there’s a popular notion that if I’m falling in love with an unavailable man, I’m bound to be hurt in the end. I don’t believe that opening myself to the possibility of loving him is a bad idea – I may still be hurt in the end, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take in order to have more love in my life.
Anyway – back to the party – we started with a naughty white elephant gift exchange. I contributed an njoy stainless steel butt plug and walked away with a g spot vibrator – and the in between was hilarious – with whips and lap dances and ginormous dildos flying around the room. Then the sexy time started – there were some drugs that came out (mostly X (molly!)) – I wasn’t imbibing, because I wanted to be on my game for a big work event the following day – but I do pretty well with riding contact highs and that night was no exception. For a little bit, I hung out in the kitchen, unsure of what to do – remember, I didn’t know very many people at the party, yet, and I was feeling slightly self-conscious about it. Luckily, one of the women I did know, sought me out and suggested we go see what was happening upstairs. We walked into a bedroom and there were 4 gorgeous people cuddling and caressing on the bed. We hung out in a chair nearby and talked with them and told them how gorgeous they looked. We were invited onto the bed and it was super fun to drag out the anticipation, by saying we were fine where we were. So, one of them came to us and we made out and eventually were pulled into the bed vortex. The birthday boy showed up at one point, with his wife, and it was really fun to kiss her for the first time (she’s a fantastic kisser), with him right there – knowing this was a fantasy for him and that he was enjoying the hell out of it. It felt like a win-win-win! Other various things went on throughout the night and I had a great time connecting with man #3 (see above). I also enjoyed being in the room when the birthday boy came really hard and loud in his wife – everyone in the room seemed to stop what they were doing and there was spontaneous applause at the end of it! Such a joyful response to someone else’s pleasure. I actually felt proud to be a part of that community in that moment. Eventually, things started to wind down, but most everyone had planned to spend the night, so there were a few hours of sleep, before being woken up to sounds of pleasure reverberating throughout the house again. And then we all ate bacon. And I floated out of there on a dream cloud, giggling to myself that this is my life right now. Lucky me.
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