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Three's a Crowd...Sometimes.
.... Each man began climbing onto opposite sides of our California king, my husband coming from my left on the edge closest to the double doors. D had made his way to the spot beside me already when I realized my husband had paused midway through, a slightly disappointed frown painting his face. “Before we get too comfortable I need to go lock up the house. We were moving so quick I think we left all of the lights on too.” he said with a sheepish smile. “I know the kids won’t be back until later, but I’d hate for them or anyone else to walk in on us.” he continued chuckling lowly. Thinking about just how right he was, I couldn’t help but smile myself; not one person in my immediate family would understand what we were doing right now. My family was a mixture of sexually repressed individuals, created either by religious shame or cultural bias; there were some things good black girls, the kind you marry, just didn’t do. If I were being totally honest with myself, there was a time in my life that I would have never considered fucking two men on the same day, much less at the same time. Today, after years of evolving past so many layers and misconceptions about my sexuality, I was more than willing to continue exploring the different positions the three of us could share.
By Jade Summers5 years ago in Filthy
Midsummer Wet Dream
Food was no longer at the forefront, but there’s only so much fucking you can do before you run out of fuel to continue. As usual, Momofuku was packed, but it’s worth it, so we stayed. Nevertheless, there was no awkward silence between the three of us. The chemistry was mind-boggling, not just to us, but to the onlookers too. The staff seated us at the bar; I sat in the middle. We ordered a bottle of sake, all the buns one could eat, and a garlic chicken ramen for each of us. We played a game of footsies underneath the bar while we waited, and I placed my hand on both their laps. They took my hand and held it close to them as we talked about everything from our thoughts on abortion to living in Hudson Valley. " Why don’t we go to Hudson Valley tonight?. We could be back before the housewarming tomorrow." I said. “What housewarming? That’s not until next week when the furniture arrives.” Lucas declared. Jess quickly explained herself and told me she just wanted to start a conversation with me. I burst out in laughter, and Lucas texted his supervisor that he wouldn’t be able to make it tomorrow.
By imthenwgirl5 years ago in Filthy
Shelly's Fantasy-Part 3
We ended up spending most of the weekend bouncing between the risqué bars and night scene of the Portlandia district and our hotel. Shelly had proven to be the most adventurous lover I could hope to find. The years I dreamed of being the one in her life were worth it, the wait had paid off. Now, here we were, getting to the end of our weekend getaway, and I wondered what was going to be next. My answer was soon to reveal itself.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Filthy
Life Uninterrupted (Intro)
* All names have been changed to protect the innocence of the author. For as long as I can remember, I've always known I was bisexual but it wouldn't be until my early thirties that I would explore the same-sex benefits after popping my cherry with a childhood friend. While I had no problem in the role of mistress as I didn't mind sharing my love, I never felt settled as someone's primary love. Possibly, because I selfishly believed that no one can love me as much as I love myself. Under the assumption that I was expected to live my life by Society's rules, I struggled with maintaining heterosexual monogamous relationships. Believing that I would be happier with a man AND a woman in my life, I couldn't do anything about my misery in one-on-one monogamous relationships without outing myself, which finally happened in my early forties. I would later learn that a few others can actually ETHICALLY love me and others just as much as I can ETHICALLY love them and others, but more about that later. As for my insatiable sexual appetite, I'm beginning to feel like a vampiress in need of fresh blood!
By Author Lea Mishell5 years ago in Filthy
