I’ve been shamelessly neglecting ConTuesday, I know. The thing is, I’m not doing well. I’m trying my best, but my health has been a bit of a nightmare lately– actually for a while now, and this affects me on every possible level, including the feeling-able-to-blog level. Particularly odious is my brain chemistry lately, which has left me uncertain of what to write anywhere besides “OMG COULD SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE THIS IS HORRIBLE I DON’T EVEN”. I suspect, though, that that is not what people come here to read, so I shut my face and restrain my fingers and hug a lot of pillows because being all alone and in this kind of health crisis makes affection even from pillows very desirable. Luckily, I’m poly, and have like five pillows on my bed.
But this week I want ConTuesday to happen, and I want it to happen, like, on Tuesday, and this is it. Here goes…
After ending a four-year (sadly) monogamous relationship, I am now seeing a man who not only allows me to mess about other guys, but wants to hear all about it when I get home. This is the best thing ever, and and I love that when he hardens whenever he discovers a new bruise from those encounters. We always have the best sex ever when this happens!
::Internet high five!::
(You knew it was coming.)
In a perfect world, I’d be gently nudged awake by a very hard cock pressed against my ass, his powerful arm encircling my waist, his breath hot on my neck. I’d come into full consciousness as the honeyed folds of my flesh yielded to his rather insistent demand for entry. It would start sweetly, but end in something primal, animalistic. He would fuck me until I begged for rest. Then he would fuck me some more. I would be a very happy kitten.
The world is imperfect.
There will be a moment when it seems perfect, though. The world does that sometimes, and it can be pretty mindblowing. You’ll see.
My best friend sends me naughty pictures and videos of himself, and has done for years. I’m pretty sure he gets off on the exhibitionism and he’s my friend enough that I’ll indulge him, but I’ve never asked if that’s really the reason. Recently he’s ramped it up big time – I got about ten pictures and a video of him masturbating today.
His girlfriend doesn’t know that he does this, and I doubt she’d approve. I feel my friend-loyalty belongs to him, but I don’t want to be complicit in something that she’s uncomfortable with. Halp!
This is complicated because it’s hard to understand how one could justify saying the image of his naked body belongs to his romantic partner, but at the same time, he’s clearly expressing his sexuality and might have an agreement to only do that with her. Have you talked to him about why he hasn’t discussed it with her? It seems like if he feels comfortable enough with you to be digitally naked and fapping and stuff you deserve to be comfortable enough to ask some serious questions. Because it seems like a stretch to call that cheating, but people define cheating in all different ways, and it varies depending on the relationship (and sometimes, unfortunately, depending on whom you ask in the relationship).
I honestly can’t decide which orgasm was more perfect- fucking his brains out after he confessed to seeing a hooker while I was asleep in our rented flat in Amsterdam, or months later on our honeymoon sharing a delightful threeway with a darling cathouse gal.
Either way, getting to think about- or better yet, getting to watch- my husband with another woman is so arousing that I’m getting wet just thinking about it.
Orgasms are like puppies. They can each be perfect in their own special way. And sometimes you need a lot of towels.
i shouldn’t have started messing around with you, and I really didn’t want to end it… but you know why I had to. It wasn’t fair to your girlfriend, and pretty soon I would start thinking it wasn’t fair to me either. I don’t mind being one of a group, but if you have someone you officially call your girlfriend, she comes first, and I’m not going to be second place. But I still think about you all the time, like that time in the park at dusk when we stopped to make out in the garden where someone had had their wedding, unable to keep our hands off each other; our first kiss watching despicable me when we got into a tickle fight and I knew exactly where it was heading and didn’t stop it… Every time we messed around, and the one time we had sex, you were amazing– I love the way you bite your lip, the dirty things you murmured to me, the way you were insatiable enough to do it twice in a row every time, the way you stroke d my hair afterward. i miss you. i really wish you would break up with your girlfriend and go out with me, as horrible as that sounds. But mostly I wish I hadn’t turned you down the first time you asked me out, before she came along… dammit.
Dammit is right. There are amazing things ahead, you know, and I hope they’re imminent.
There are few things more sexy than waking up to your lover’s hand on your cock.
That is all.
IS THIS TRUE? Because I can do that and then I would be top level sexy? Awesome.
I’m really sick of the concept of ’real sex’. I’m a bi girl in a monogamous relationship with a (cis)guy, who is AMAZING and I love him to bits– and we haven’t had PIV in months… and successful PIV in even longer. Yet we still get up to happy sexy fun times on a very regular basis. Admittedly, there might be an actual problem going on (with me), but we’re having such fun in the meantime…why rush to fix it if it ain’t broke? I just wish I didn’t have to keep encountering this total bias towards ‘it’s only real sex if something goes inside an orifice (and mouths don’t count)’.
Sorry for the little rant. I really enjoy your blog, and just wanted to talk about this to someone without any expectation or fear of judgement.
Straight people are weird. They also think it’s a really big deal that the guy is taller than the girl, and pretty much any queer person will agree WHAT THE EVEN FUCK?
::Internet high five:: for your awesome sex life!