In reality, it wasn't that bad. But I met GGPB's husband today for the first time. I'm sure if he has any say in the matter, also the last time. Unless I unintentionally ambush him, as happened today. I'll just blame GGPB. She happened to be going to her favorite spot to have lunch with her husband and was spotted by the Socialite and her lunch date. Rather than be rude, GGPB and her husband sat down with them after being waved over.
Now, Socialite is one of the 7. We've not invested much time into seeing each other yet but have been talking for as long as i've known GGPB. Socialite is also in an open relationship and has some issues surrounding that that I believe should be worked out before I go walking into a hornet's nest. I'm all about openness, but if it's not stable no one from the outside needs to get involved, and certainly not this guy. But this particular day, she happened to be with a man not her boyfriend. I was surprised only in that she hadn't mentioned anything, but then again I have relatively little invested at this point. It's not my business. But when GGPB mentioned how awesomely awkward the situation was, I knew I had to come witness. As expected, she promptly invited me. Good girl!
As it turns out, GGPB and her husband already knew the date in question. I'll start by saying that I don't know the guy, have never met him, but if pictures are anything to judge by he could very likely be described as "douchey" and "that guy". Thanks, Facebook! GGPB's opinion pretty much backed that up. I trust her. I had to see this immediately. However, he leaves before I can get there and the train wreck level of awkwardness disappears, much to my disappointment.
When I arrived I assumed things might be a little weird for the first few minutes as I got to know GGPB's man, and that I might feel a bit out of place having crashed their lunch as the outsider, the other man. But I was invited and I trust GGPB. Clearly, I should begin to trust that she likes to orchestrate and/or observe awkward social situations because I was wrong about the "a little weird" thing. As soon as I sat down it got a lot weird. Her husband, without so much as a glance in my direction, immediately announced he was heading a few stores down to a book store, stood up and walked away without an introduction. GGPB looked at me, eyes wide with what could only have been a mixture of shock and perplexity, momentarily unsure of what to do.
Not awkward at all!
Thankfully, GGPB called him on it before he got out of earshot and he came back and pleasantly enough introduced himself, shook my hand and promptly bounced out of there like the place was on fire. So that went well.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
It Begins In The Middle
I'm in kind of a strange place to start blogging. In a limbo of sorts, between there and here perhaps, because I feel like i'm not really here to begin with. But it does occur to me that 1) I would probably enjoy writing down the details of what has become this life and 2) some people want to read about it. Not in a narcissistic way, but in the same way that I enjoy reading others' blogs. (RIP Awesomeness and the Good Girl. I'll miss you!)
In the recent past I went from a long-term relationship that was open and dating one person outside of that to essentially being single and trying to date and/or juggle seven people. Hence the name of the blog. That realization struck me as ridiculous and I really don't have any idea what i'm doing right now. I'm more just along for the ride at this point. I do realize that seven is far, far more than i'd like to or can reasonably deal with so i'm sure i'll be paring it down quickly. Even so, that leaves me with a solid 3 and a possible 4th. Still a lot of work. I assure you, i'm not complaining.
I feel that I should note the actual purpose of the blog before any assumptions are made. The idea started out several months ago when my relationship was still ongoing and it was to be about the craziness of that lifestyle, the good and the bad. It was also to incorporate aspects of the D/s lifestyle (and this one surely will) that i've come to enjoy relatively recently over the last year and change. That openness may yet again become the focus of the blog and that relationship may repair itself. I can't predict that now. What I can do in the meantime is record what's going on now, and intersperse in here some posts on the past and what i've learned. So...
What happened today? Today I met GGPB for drinks after work. GGPB is married, beautiful, tall, kinky, assertive and a Switch. In a word, fucking fascinating. Her relationship is open and, lucky me, it appears I finally get to be the "periphery" after having always been the one already in the open relationship. Any meetup with GGPB is almost certain to lead to two things: some drinking and one or both of us getting naked. Our last two encounters it's been her getting naked in one of our cars and coming multiple times. I'm fine with that. And she's impressed by that. Not simply impressed that I have that kind of control over her body but control over mine as well. She commented today that most guys would be overcome by the need to finish, to get themselves off. Don't get me wrong, I was rock hard and turned on as hell, but I communicated to her that I would take her when I wanted to take her and that there would be reciprocation when that time came.
Today the meeting was at her favorite place to drink, per usual. It's quickly becoming a favorite of mine, particularly when she's there next to me, skirt on and legs slightly parted in a coy game in which she tries to catch people sneaking glimpses of her well-lasered and pantiless pussy. I can't blame them. It's fucking gorgeous as far as lady parts go, and i've seen a lot. After drinks and some chat of possible future debauchery we adjourned to the neighboring parking lot, I hopped into her backseat with her and a towel and she promptly stripped, already anticipating what was coming. GGPB is enamored with what my fingers do to her, and watching her face as I slipped two of them inside her and began to massage her g-spot I can't say I don't understand. Her first orgasm came quickly as I gripped her with my entire hand, moving my fingers on her g-spot and my palm firmly on her clit in a rhythmic back and forth/circular motion. This appears to be her new second favorite thing. Her first favorite came next. She slid down more onto her back, put her legs up, feet resting on either headrest and prepared herself.
GGPB is a squirter. Not only that, she is an orgasmic squirter and I fucking love that about her. She got into her position and waited for me to go to work on her. Having already cum, her next one came quickly, my fingers inside her pounding her now swollen g-spot and pulling out not only her amazing liquid but also her second orgasm, spraying her cum all over my hand, my shirt cuff, the towel, her car and herself. Then I believe we repeated that process two or three more times, much to her obvious delight. This was when she made mention of the fact that she thought it was unusual, but was impressed, by the fact that I didn't insist on my own orgasm like everyone else.
After that I gave her an instruction to think of something(s) hot and submissive that I would enjoy for our date on Friday in order to reciprocate for her having received all the attention our last two meetings. I then bent her over my lap, pulled up her skirt that she had just put back on, slid my thumb into her amazingly always wet for me pussy, grabbed her by her hair and worked her g-spot with the pressure that she loves so much she has to stop everything else she's doing. Apparently sending her husband a text with my fingers inside her is too difficult a task and I was briefly asked to pause earlier on so she could complete her thoughts. I told her to cum again for me and she complied, shuddering and nearly collapsing on me. I let her hair go, called her a good girl and told her she wasn't such a bad sub. She seems to think she isn't very good at it because she doesn't often submit and prefers dominance. I then noticed how fogged up the windows had gotten. Just like teenagers... If teenagers had sex anywhere near as good as we do, that is.
This is a beginning I suppose. I'm sure i'll keep a record of my goings on and continue to introduce more people as well as dissect my past experiences. I hope you enjoy it.
In the recent past I went from a long-term relationship that was open and dating one person outside of that to essentially being single and trying to date and/or juggle seven people. Hence the name of the blog. That realization struck me as ridiculous and I really don't have any idea what i'm doing right now. I'm more just along for the ride at this point. I do realize that seven is far, far more than i'd like to or can reasonably deal with so i'm sure i'll be paring it down quickly. Even so, that leaves me with a solid 3 and a possible 4th. Still a lot of work. I assure you, i'm not complaining.
I feel that I should note the actual purpose of the blog before any assumptions are made. The idea started out several months ago when my relationship was still ongoing and it was to be about the craziness of that lifestyle, the good and the bad. It was also to incorporate aspects of the D/s lifestyle (and this one surely will) that i've come to enjoy relatively recently over the last year and change. That openness may yet again become the focus of the blog and that relationship may repair itself. I can't predict that now. What I can do in the meantime is record what's going on now, and intersperse in here some posts on the past and what i've learned. So...
What happened today? Today I met GGPB for drinks after work. GGPB is married, beautiful, tall, kinky, assertive and a Switch. In a word, fucking fascinating. Her relationship is open and, lucky me, it appears I finally get to be the "periphery" after having always been the one already in the open relationship. Any meetup with GGPB is almost certain to lead to two things: some drinking and one or both of us getting naked. Our last two encounters it's been her getting naked in one of our cars and coming multiple times. I'm fine with that. And she's impressed by that. Not simply impressed that I have that kind of control over her body but control over mine as well. She commented today that most guys would be overcome by the need to finish, to get themselves off. Don't get me wrong, I was rock hard and turned on as hell, but I communicated to her that I would take her when I wanted to take her and that there would be reciprocation when that time came.
Today the meeting was at her favorite place to drink, per usual. It's quickly becoming a favorite of mine, particularly when she's there next to me, skirt on and legs slightly parted in a coy game in which she tries to catch people sneaking glimpses of her well-lasered and pantiless pussy. I can't blame them. It's fucking gorgeous as far as lady parts go, and i've seen a lot. After drinks and some chat of possible future debauchery we adjourned to the neighboring parking lot, I hopped into her backseat with her and a towel and she promptly stripped, already anticipating what was coming. GGPB is enamored with what my fingers do to her, and watching her face as I slipped two of them inside her and began to massage her g-spot I can't say I don't understand. Her first orgasm came quickly as I gripped her with my entire hand, moving my fingers on her g-spot and my palm firmly on her clit in a rhythmic back and forth/circular motion. This appears to be her new second favorite thing. Her first favorite came next. She slid down more onto her back, put her legs up, feet resting on either headrest and prepared herself.
GGPB is a squirter. Not only that, she is an orgasmic squirter and I fucking love that about her. She got into her position and waited for me to go to work on her. Having already cum, her next one came quickly, my fingers inside her pounding her now swollen g-spot and pulling out not only her amazing liquid but also her second orgasm, spraying her cum all over my hand, my shirt cuff, the towel, her car and herself. Then I believe we repeated that process two or three more times, much to her obvious delight. This was when she made mention of the fact that she thought it was unusual, but was impressed, by the fact that I didn't insist on my own orgasm like everyone else.
After that I gave her an instruction to think of something(s) hot and submissive that I would enjoy for our date on Friday in order to reciprocate for her having received all the attention our last two meetings. I then bent her over my lap, pulled up her skirt that she had just put back on, slid my thumb into her amazingly always wet for me pussy, grabbed her by her hair and worked her g-spot with the pressure that she loves so much she has to stop everything else she's doing. Apparently sending her husband a text with my fingers inside her is too difficult a task and I was briefly asked to pause earlier on so she could complete her thoughts. I told her to cum again for me and she complied, shuddering and nearly collapsing on me. I let her hair go, called her a good girl and told her she wasn't such a bad sub. She seems to think she isn't very good at it because she doesn't often submit and prefers dominance. I then noticed how fogged up the windows had gotten. Just like teenagers... If teenagers had sex anywhere near as good as we do, that is.
This is a beginning I suppose. I'm sure i'll keep a record of my goings on and continue to introduce more people as well as dissect my past experiences. I hope you enjoy it.
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