The first time we ever had sex, he was a virgin. Almost every man I've ever had sex with was a virgin before me. He was so sweet and tender, and played smoky jazz music while we made love. That is his thing—jazz piano. He is incredibly talented, and the music speaks to us both.
I really don’t know why my wife wanted to go out to eat. Although, when she said that she was paying...I just knew I was going. We went to this nice restaurant that they just built on the North Side. McKenzie was wearing a sexy black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Damn, she was looking good, too good. Something was up, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Oh, but something was up. Dinner went awesome!
"Sweet lady, please don't ask me any questions, just do as I say, okay?” I asked smiling down at her. She stopped what she was doing, and looked up at me, nodding her head yes. "Then get up, and bend your ass over on the bed,” I said. She rose to her feet, and got on the bed in the doggy style position.
The first thing people ask me when I tell them that I am in an open poly-amorous relationship is how I can allow my husband to sleep with another woman. After almost a year of being asked the same question over and over I came to a very sad realization. Society is very closed minded when it comes to the sexual lives of non-monogamous relationships, or rather, the overall workings of non-monogamous relationships as a whole. Before my current marriage I was in several closed monogamous relationships, and the differences are staggering. There is more trust, respect, and adventure; especially in the bedroom. Over-all I have to rate the sex as better. Almost every single partner I've had, whether it was male or female, I always felt something was missing; sometimes it was the gentle touch of a woman, or the rough thrusts of a man. More than that, the connection between my partners seems so much stronger than one on one sex. Even when there is sexual interaction between me and my partners, if one isn't there it just feels wrong. There's no jealousy, regret, or lack of passion. The trick to the trade? Trying new things!
Sexual intent can mean many different things to different people. I suppose some people’s sexual intent depends on their state of mind, what they believe in and what they have experienced throughout their life.
The thing with casual relationships is that it always goes one of two ways. It's either going to be you decide to get serious or you decide to break things off and move on. I'm not going to lie, I didn't see Hershey being the one that was going to move on. I thought that he was falling for me... Everything he did the last few times we saw each other were these bright red flags that screamed relationship. Like ensuring that he was cuddling me closely at night. Or holding my hand when we left the building. Or repeatedly calling me a babe or beautiful. I figured that if one of us was going to end it, it would be me.
I have had a really shitty, ridiculous dating life. This is just a fact I've come to cope with via the gratuitous use of various substances. As luck would have it, one of my shitty hookups happened while I was drunk and on a hallucinogen—and it landed me, a Jersey girl, in the middle of the Bronx.
Being in an sexclusive, monogamous relationship with a person that also isn't a relationship and it's casual is bit confusing... And by a bit, I mean a lot. Especially when the guy you happen to be in this 'relationship' with both says he never wants to be in a relationship but also seems to drop hints suggesting otherwise.
I've stated before that Hershey had every intention of our casual arrangement remaining casual. He had no interest in dating, not just me, but anyone ever. Really it wasn't until he was told that he probably had an STI that our conversation of exclusivity began and it was hard to figure out how we were going to go about it.
Prior to seeing Hershey again, we texted for about two weeks. He was still getting acquainted with his new place and I was giving him the space to do that. However, when we were encroaching on that third week, I figured he wasn't going to be the one to make the first move and invite me over, so I asked when he was going to do just that. We quickly made plans for early the following week.
I decided that it's time to air some horror stories from my absolutely appalling dating life. Why? Well, because they make good stories, because I'm burnt out from trying to find love conventionally, and because honestly, I think we've all been in shitty hookups before.
In the BDSM Community, we use terms like "play", "game", "toys", and "scene". Maybe we use them for lack of better words to describe what we do. Maybe it's to make newbies (new people) more comfortable/less terrified at social gatherings.