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.
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