The L WordPosted: October 12, 2014
I had a great night last night.
I had a yummy home-cooked dinner with Gentleman Friend, wifey and their daughter, and after she did the dishes in thanks for letting her eat with us ha ha, his daughter left and Gentleman Friend, Wifey and I had some alone time.
Threesomes are so different when they are with people you are connected with, and care about. They do not have to be all porn-y (although we did take the occasional photo and video!). Most of the time, it was each of us getting our fantasy of being pleasured by two people at once.
When he left the room to get dessert, Wifey and I proved that, regardless of what was said on Orange is The New Black, scissoring is a thing! All you need is a we-vibe and you can get off, pussy to pussy, quite nicely.
Undies were strewn all over the house, toys were used, and I tied up my first ever woman. . .But it never felt anything but intimate and playful and loving.
By the way. . .that word was used. The “L” word. “Love.”
“I love you,” he mouthed from across the bed.
“I love you,” I mouthed back.
How is it possible that I am so affected by something I can’t even define?
We fell asleep all snuggled, switching places occasionally throughout the night so we each got some time in the middle.
This morning we played a little more, and then Gentleman Friend made us all breakfast, and we spent a couple hours together before they took me home.
It was a good night, and a good morning.