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The First Threesome

July 29, 2020 — Leave a comment

The Lovers Diary, Part IV

Personally, I am not a fan of threesomes. I understand it is a common fantasy for most, and for some it may work out. Me? Each one has sucked in some shape or form. I did gain the most from my very first threesome in terms of an evolution of my likes and being introduced to kink.

Here I was, 15, or more like 15 3/4. You know how important it is to specify how close you are to an older age when you are that young. There was me, my bisexual but more gay than straight boyfriend at the time, and a friend I would fuck a number of years later. It was a tame threesome, but when you are that young, anything is wild. We were at my then boyfriend’s grandma’s house where he lived. I would later be banned from visiting him there because I was apparently the bad influence. He was 18, I was 15. Just saying. His house wasn’t the only guy’s house I had been banned from as a teenager. I feel like over the years people I have spoken with and what started kink for them. There is a very defining moment burned into your memory. Those emotions make the past crisp and clear, or so it seems.

They were in their underwear, in my then boyfriend’s bedroom. I was in mine and they licked me gently from top to bottom. A story for another day is that I lost my virginity to that same boyfriend. Purposefully chose this boyfriend for that task, for the sole reason of I didn’t want to lose my virginity to someone I loved. I used to read as much as possible in the library, the loner I was, the little goth girl loner. Black hair, too thick raccoon eyeliner, tacky glitter and top to bottom black attire. Oh, but I had pink underwear on. Not thongs yet. Just full bum. I had read that you remember who you lose your virginity to the most because of the emotions. I read how oxytocin makes you attached to a man, especially as a female, once you have sex, POOF, attached. I sought out to connect my body to not associate sex and orgasms with attachment unless I chose to consciously. I used to read AskMen all the time and who knows what other guy blogs or things I probably shouldn’t have read as a teenager. I also had a subscription to Cosmopolitan and I took each advice column very seriously. Yes, even the ice cube and mint bubblegum blowjob articles. I tried it all and took it as seriously as anything I could at the time besides schoolwork. When I wasn’t studying school, I was either watching some sex education show, sexting over MSN with a boyfriend, reading about sex, or having sex.

To be honest, there was nothing too specific about that experience in being kinky. More so it opened my eyes to a world outside of Missionary. Okay, I was never a missionary girl. The next boyfriend I would be pouring wax on top of when I was 16 (the one after). This current boyfriend was more gay than straight, and he kind of went off a bit after we broke up. A number of years later I would sleep with the second guy, the non-boyfriend. Some of the worst sex of my life.

No, really.

xoxo,

Chloe

The Roommate

July 24, 2020 — Leave a comment

The Lovers Diary Part II,

A number of my best friends used to number the guys I was fucking because there would be many at once. Too many stories. Too many cocks to keep track of. I love to be organized, I tried my best to have a reliable day for a guy and if i liked him, he would eventually outpace the rest and become my everyday sweetheart. I am a huge slut when single. Boredom maybe? I honestly don’t know. It is like an entire new person comes out, but she is me, and I am her.

When in a relationship, I am loyal.

Let’s look back to my very hot roommate many years ago…

I lived in a house when I was nineteen or twenty with two best friends and their friend. He was hot as hell. He could do backflips out of nowhere. I love a good show-off. I had to have him. My room was next to his. He had a girlfriend he constantly cheated on. My two best friends, who were together and are still married in this same house, I loved them and I love them still. We had threesome fun once or twice. A story for another post. It was a slutty household. I can’t remember if they banged him as well, I would have to ask.

I feel like when you are in your twenties, you don’t give a crap about some morals. Or maybe, for some people they never grow out of that immaturity or weak frequency of being. At the time, I was such a little shit. I wanted him, and I took him. He let me take him. I don’t remember how or when, but I would sneak into his room and just fuck him. Then finish up, after riding him, go back to my room and carry on with the day. His abs rock hard, such a sexy tan and a gorgeous cock. I remember feeling jealous of the girls he would cheat on his girlfriend with before I took him myself. After I took him, I stopped feeling jealous of the other girls. Ironically, his girlfriend ended up cheating on him and broke up with him. There was a great pleasure to hearing about that my two best friends and I reveled in.

I am the kind of girl who prefers to be riding on top majority of the time, unless being helped to stretch in missionary or it is just helpful for the guy to cum that way. Another best friend of mine at the time wanted to bang my roommate’s best friend, single, and they never did achieve that. She was a lovely, and timid virgin. The four of us would hang out all the time.

The household would drink often, do other extracurricular party favours, and play made-up improv games. I am surprisingly amazing at improv. We would dress the roommate up in my fake fur coat and make him walk down the hallway like a model. I remember when he fell. Isn’t there something sexy about a hot as hell person messing up? I can’t remember how often I fucked him. Probably twice. I have a strict rule to bang someone twice maximum, then I cannot get wet anymore for them. I am not sure why. Unless they are a long-term boyfriend or long-term lover with huge gaps in-between.

I remember riding my roommate, probably ten in the morning. I was in my room, I heard he was up, and I ran into his room, I shoved him to his bed and began kissing him. He slept on one of those crash pads from rock climbing. I’ve noticed over the years how many guys don’t have a bed frame. Just a mattress on the floor. His was the most unique in that it was not even a mattress or a futon. I rode him furiously and kissed him, he came and I flung off and ran into my bedroom. It was less than ten minutes. I always make sure to finish before I let the guy finish. However, I am determined to make sure he cums. I believe in being polite. I will take what I want, and throw you a bone in return. A delicious bone.

Overall, I am fairly shy, reserved, and blend into the background. Unless I see something or someone I want. Then it is full charge ahead. I always get what I want, and I will work for it.

I moved out of that house a couple months later when my best friend of the household became pregnant with her now first child. Today, she tells me she believes her darling daughter is a bit of a diva like me because I was around for part of the pregnancy. Little darling Sagittarius as I am.

After I moved out, I never spoke to the roommate I fucked again, but my two friends talk to him time to time.

xoxo,

Chloe