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A lot of things make me nervous. Usually I find that I get excited by something and jump in screaming yes, yes, YES, then the wait between the initial yes and the actual time of it happening I grow more and more nervous by the second. This has happened with promotions at work and with sexual encounters, amongst other things. One experience made me more nervous than most…

I had had threesomes before, two to be exact, and each involved different partners and dynamics. The first was a bi boyfriend and his male friend. The second was a female friend and a Spanish bartender I had met on a singles cruise. I was nervous about the first simply because it was a first, for both the threesome experience and seeing two men together. The second I was too intoxicated to be nervous, but too naïve to enjoy the two women dynamic.

This one was different. I was the instigator and it was with two men I had sexual relationships with whom had not previously met, Mister and A. I was planning it as a reward to A for doing well at school. Knowing them both, I thought they would get along splendidly. Sometimes though, these things have a tendency to backfire and they could have ended up not getting along at all. I was really quite nervous and anxious about it and not entirely sure anything would come of it at all, especially on a first meeting. Mister did say earlier in the day that I would be getting my threesome but you know things often have a way of not going as planned.

I was pleasantly surprised. They chatted and became comfortable with each other. There were Star Wars jokes and George Carlin talk. All was good. A still stayed a little off to himself though. I thought it was because he was nervous about the whole thing, it being his first multiple experience, but he was more concerned about overstepping with Mister. I didn’t realize it at the time, but A was assuming Mister was the dominant one and that he would have to follow his lead, ask permission and such things. It wasn’t that type of dynamic between us. Mister was Mister, not Sir or Master or any other such moniker, because I didn’t find him to be particularly dominant, and the whole Mister thing was mainly just for referring to him here on this blog rather than outing him by name (even though I’m sure several people know who he is by now). I also think A was pouting a little as I told him the first one to arrive would get a blow job and he was not the first to arrive.

After the initial butterflies and nervousness, and more than a drink or two, things progressed and we made our way to the bedroom and nakedness. There was no awkwardness once we hit the bedroom. I felt completely comfortable with the two of them and if they felt otherwise they did a good job of hiding it. We played with each other, each of them taking various turns with me and some light play with each other. I knew Mister would be ok with A sucking his cock but was surprised when he reached over and started giving A a hand job. I’m sure my eyes became ten times bigger than normal.

We didn’t all have roaring orgasms together, though it would have been nice if we did, but we all had a good time. Once Mister took his leave A fell back into attentive trainee mode and we had some fun just the two of us. He was to experience several more firsts that night and was thankful for each of them.

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Anything can happen in the final quarter of The Game.  My very talented friend Lord Raven is to thank for bringing life to Victor on this side story from the Life With Victor (LWV) series. This piece is a tad longer than I would normally post but I couldn’t bear to break it up. Trust me, you’ll want to read it all and see how this game ends.

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Tasha watched as a thrill of excitement ran through her. Seeing Victor, her husband and master, being manhandled like that shook her to the core and yet stirred something deep inside. Ron showed none of the compassion or gentle nature that Victor had with her. In fact it was as if Ron wanted to hear Victor yelp in pain, to see those tears roll down his face. She knew it had been years since the two of them had been together but even now she wondered how he could have been with a man who was so rough and sadistic.

Her eyes were fixed on Victor as Ron tightly bound his arms behind him. His face twisted in pain for a moment before his muscles stretched enough to relax and accept their new positions. A few minutes passed before he turned to face her, his eyes alive and the faintest of smiles on his face. In that moment she knew he was ok, though that sudden realization was short lived. She gasped as a hard hand struck down on her husbands face.

“What are you looking at? Where should your eyes be RIGHT NOW?” Ron’s growl gave no indication of him being a gentle or forgiving man. “You little whore, I will make you remember your place”

Another heavy blow knocked Victor over onto his side, a small trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Ron stood over him now, smiling as he reached down. He lifted Victor like a rag doll, never letting him quite get to his feet, as he dragged him out to the next room. In a flash the blade appeared at his throat again. Tasha gasped and Ron stopped momentarily to look at her. She felt her cunt gush in an instant as the blade pressed against Victor’s vulnerable flesh.

Ron leaned close, “Do you remember the word?”

Victor nodded his head.

“Do you remember the word?!” Ron barked the question again.

“Yes Sir, I remember the word.”

“Tonight I think you may need it.” The evil tone in Ron’s voice sent another twinge through Tasha’s cunt. She could feel her juices starting to seep out and run down the inside of her thigh. What the hell was wrong with her she wondered, completely excited by Victor’s circumstance.

The blade ran over Victor’s flesh, digging in slightly on the shoulder but even more so into his back. The crimson welling along the lines reminded Tasha of the times Victor would do the same to her and lick along the precious gift, savoring every drop. Her eyes pleaded with Ron when he turned to see her reaction. Not a word said, just the nod of his head to allow her access to her husbands back. Her head was spinning, intoxicated by the whole scene.

As she licked the blood from his back her hand instinctively went to his cock and began stroking. She knew how to bring him pleasure but in the heat of the moment she instead became an extension of Ron’s savagery and sadistic nature. Rather than the gentle strokes that made him moan in pleasure she made hard gripping tugs, as if she were trying to rip his cock clear from his body. Ron leaned closer and whispered in her ear, her whole body froze as she turned and looked into his eyes.

“Excuse me Sir, what did you ask me?”

“Would you like to fuck him?” Ron’s smile grew even bigger as he reached around with his hand joining hers.

“How do you mean?” If Victor had taught her nothing else it was to be totally clear on what was being asked.

“Do you have a vibrator and a strap on?”

A ravenous desire ran through her like a shock. Like somehow Ron had taken control of her as well and was using her as an implement for his own pleasure. She glanced at Victor, who looked so helpless but never turning his head. He knew what would happen if he did.

“It’s ok, tonight anything goes unless he calls it off. Oh, and his safe word is popcorn. It is important that you know that and respect it.”

Ron’s voice was smooth like oil, greasing Tasha’s will to slide down into his sadistic tunnel. She shook her head yes slowly and began to walk to where the toys were kept. Tasha’s mind raced almost as quick as her pulse. When she picked up the harness and bag of instruments that fit into it she felt a smile creep across her face. It was a complete shock as a feeling from some deep, previously undisturbed, place emerged. Tonight she wanted to not only watch but participate with these two men. She wanted to be a part of Ron’s using and abusing Victor. She shivered with excitement, her hands trembled as she brought the bag to Ron for his inspection.

Walking back into the room she saw that Ron had already placed a condom on his cock. He was standing behind Victor, closing the gap between them until the head of his cock rested precariously at Victor’s puckered opening. There was a moment there where they were as lovers, where Ron was gentle and tender with him as he slowly pushed into Victor. Once he had relaxed and Ron was able to move more freely the moment vanished and it was back to business as before. The blade now crossed flesh once more. This time it was the back of the knife so as to not make confetti of Victor’s skin. Each pass was pressing and rough as his cock hammered into Victor.

Tasha just stood there watching, her hand absent mindedly reaching down to her clit. Rubbing slowly at first then with increasing intensity as her juices ran freely down her legs. The point of the blade pressed into Victor’s side and he yelped, that was all it took. Tasha’s body stiffened as she came. Her body shaking as the wave overtook her, then as it passed dropping her to the floor.

The sound of her falling made Ron freeze. Looking up sheepishly Tasha limped over to where they were, her leg only lightly injured from the collision with the desk before the floor caught her. Now Ron forced her to slide under them, she was to suck Victor’s cock while Ron continued. Each thrust pushed his cock deep into her throat, her mind still fresh with the image of how they looked from the doorway. It was just a few minutes before Ron groaned and exploded, filling the balloon that held his cock captive. A few more hard thrusts was all it took. Victor was next in line as his cock unleashed a flood into Tasha’s mouth, some of it dribbling out onto her lips and chin. She was shocked as he had never before flooded her mouth like this.

No time for savoring. Ron grabbed Tasha by the hair and pulled her to her feet. In a few moments she was all strapped up and Ron was pushing her against her husband. Her hesitation was punished by the feel of the blade now at her throat. She could feel his cock growing behind her, she gasped as it was the right height to invade her own ass now. This was an area that Victor rarely took, it was just not their thing, but she had just witnessed Ron take…

Her thoughts fluttered as the pressure grew and his cock invaded her. She was not fully prepared for this and leaned forward against Victor. She felt pressure against the harness as Ron guided the dildo she was wearing into her husband’s already stretched ass. A few sharp breaths from both of them as she slid deeper in. Ron kept the pressure up behind her, the tip of his cock pressing, forcing her forward into Victor.

“Just remember, the safe word applies to you as well. Do you know it?”

“Yes Sir, I know it.”

Ron pushed further in until she felt the hair from his balls on the back of her thighs. Her breath came in sharp gasps as she was expanded to fit his girth. Tears welled for a few moments before the pain receded and she fell into a rhythm between the two of them. Ron fucked her and in return she fucked Victor. It felt like his cock was in her ass forever before he released and came with a loud groan. His hands pressed down on her shoulders as he drove in as deep as he could.

Ron pulled out without much gentleness, in much the same fashion as he had entered her. Tasha felt like a huge void had been left in her where his cock had been. Ron then reached down and stroked Victor off as Tasha continued her assault on him. It did not take much more before he came as well. After he did Ron made him lick it off his hands and the floor. Tasha was jealous as that was normally her job, one she thoroughly enjoyed.

With a winning smile Ron announced it was time for him to take his leave, but not before taking a minute to the blade across Tasha’s back. The sting made her gasp as he had carved deeper into her flesh than Victor ever did. The warm feeling of the blood running down her back sent a chill along her spine as the front door closed.

Victor crawled to the couch and Tasha followed him, kneeling at his feet with her face on his lap. His hands felt so warm and comforting running through her hair. Moments later she was asleep.

Some time later the ping notification of a text message woke her. Victor and Ron were already making plans for another get together. Tasha smiled to herself as she snuggled closer.

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body
~ Pablo Neruda

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TMI Tuesday is here again! A big thank you to blogger sweetendirty.wordpress.com for this week’s fun questions.

Who’s Counting?

1. Do you/have you ever kept track of the number or people you have been with?
I used to have a list on my computer but lost it when that computer crashed and I didn’t have a back up. I considered doing it again, but I don’t sleep with that many guys  (anymore) and it’s not a competition. My number at the time was kind of depressing actually. Not in a too few way but rather a “I can’t believe I’ve had sex with this many people” kind of way.

2. To get specific, How many people have you –

a. slept with – too many! Let’s just say it is definitely more than 70, less than 100, I think :-/
b. kissed (in a romantic way, obviously) – truly romantic? That’s easy, four
c. given oral to – 11, but did not swallow all
d. received oral fromhmm, the majority. I’ve only been with two who never gave me oral
etc…– don’t you think I’ve already shared more than enough TMI?

3. What is the most amount of people you have been with at one time? (twosome, threesome, foursome, etc)
Threesome is the most so far. I’m up for more but have not had that pleasure yet.

4. Have you ever had multiple partners in the same day, just different times? (One person in the morning, another at lunch, and one at dinner, etc)

I have had two different partners in the same day, twice actually. Both were spontaneous happenings and very surprising. These days I don’t think I could do that. The only way would be if my partner were involved somehow, like we were together during the day and then we picked someone up in the evening, or some similar scenario.

Bonus: Describe your best multiple person encounter, either something that actually happened or one that you would want to happen. Or both.
I believe I’ve already posted a fantasy on my blog, here. I am working on telling the threesome stories. My problem is that there always seemed to be something missing, and I don’t want it to sound like they weren’t all great. They were, in different ways. I will be having another soon so maybe I will share that one with you all. 😉
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Just a few things I would enjoy having this holiday season. One is Mister specific, but you are welcome to give the others…


One: A cock to admire and enjoy. I love going down on a guy. I like to take my time and explore every inch, every point275px-c3a9douard-henri_avril_20 with my tongue, and lips, from balls to tip. I was told recently that I don’t give blowjobs, I perform the act of fellatio. I thought that was the best compliment. The thing is I thoroughly enjoy it, it isn’t a chore or something I feel I have to do. I want to do it. I crave it.


Two: To be called Good Girl. I love being told I am a Good Girl and get upset at being told I’m not. I tend to pout even. It’s a very funny thing the power some simple little words can have over you. I will never tire of hearing those two perfect words, Good Girl.


tumblr_lzhiklu1Zj1rpw6tso1_400Three: A threesome, preferably MMF. Not that MFF’s are not fun, but I do so like being the centre of attention, having a hard cock at the ready at all times, sucking and fucking so to speak. It can often take a while to get me to orgasm, so having two men touching me, eating me, fucking me, pleasing me… I can’t help but let go and release to a seemingly never ending flow of orgasms. It is pretty damn hot I must say.


Four: To laugh. I know, it may seem like an odd request as a gift, and maybe it is, but how often do you laugh? Heartily and with complete abandon? Even a case of the giggles can do so much for one’s spirit. It’s easy to make someone smile and laugh, and it’s free to give. Even in the throes of passion a good laugh can work. It’s supposed to be fun. Lighten up and enjoy it.


For today, I wish you joy and cheer…
For tomorrow, I wish you happiness…
For always, I wish you favorite dreams that one by one come true…

Happy Holidays. Joyeux Noël. Nollaig Shona Dhuit. In whatever manner or language you celebrate, Merry Christmas!






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Sext Fantasy

A friend and I were texting when he asked me to tell him a fantasy of mine. Following was my response. I have left it in it’s original form, no rewrite, no editing.


Mmm… I come home from a long day and you have a nice bath and glass of wine ready for me. You tell me to go have a relaxing bath and have some clothes laid out for me to put on when I am done… I will be wearing a black lace bra with matching thing, a pair of sexy heels, and a blindfold… I get dressed, put the blindfold on, and kneel beside the bed as you instructed… I wait in anticipation… nervously… then the bedroom door opens and someone comes in.. he leans down for a kiss.. It isn’t you.. then he stands up and puts his cock in my mouth.. fucking my mouth good… I am enjoying this, as is he. I can feel he is close to cumming in my mouth, but then he stops and pulls out… Someone else walks into the room, comes over and offers a kiss then proceeds to fuck my mouth like the last guy.. again, he pulls out before releasing his hot cum in my mouth… another man comes into the room, leans down and gives my a hot passionate kiss. It is you. Still no words have been spoken. You take my hand and lead me to crawl onto the bed. One of the other men is there laying down. I straddle him and he slides his cock deep inside. Then I feel another’s hands on my rear, massaging, a slick finger penetrating my ass… oh my.. I can feel him come close behind me. Then he ever so slowly slides his cock in… I am full, from both ends… What a sensation, being ridden by these two men… and I don’t even know who they are… I am so hot… then I feel a stir and you are there again.. In front of me.. your cock now in my mouth.. I love your cock, I suck it enthusiastically… every part of me is full and and I am tingling all over… I know I am going to explode in a great orgasm…

His response, “This sounds so erotic”

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