a dream….come true?

”I sat in the bar. Waiting for my drink. Waiting for my men. My husband. And a lover. I felt a hand on my back. Fingertips running up along my spine as I turned around and met his eyes. We kissed. A soft kiss. He smiled and left me in the bar.

My drink was served with a smile form the bartender. She seemed to be flirting with me. I felt a presence next to me and a hand placed on my thigh. A soft squeeze as I turned to meet the eyes. Again a soft kiss on my lips. He smiled and nodded towards the sofa in the corner. He took my hand and led me to the dimly lit corner. I sat down next to him. He put his arm around my shoulders and kept me warm.

In the corner of my eye I saw the other man entering the bar again. He spotted us and with 2 drinks in his hand he sat down. Next to me on my other side. His hand resting on my thigh. Me in the middle.

Drinks on the table and all I could think of was that I didn’t want their hands to leave my body. I stood up and held them both by the hands. One in each. Walking towards the elevator. Waiting impatiently. Finally inside I turned to face one of them to meet the soft kissing again. The other man very close from behind with both hands on my body. Kissing me on my neck.

Four hands on my body as we walked the corridor to the hotel room. Four hands with soft, teasing touches. And four eyes all on me. I opened the door and let them take the lead into the room. Slowly unzipping my dress and opening my bra……

Thelma, I will tell you more. But for now, I must rush off to work.

xx,
Lilly”


I smiled and showed the email to mr S. He sat down in the sofa next to me, read it and then kissed me just beneath my ear. And as we slowly made love in the living room, he whispered the possible continuation of Lilly´s dream in my ear.

Undressing.
Kissing.
Touching.
Massaging.
Licking.
Kissing.
Teasing.
Sucking.
Pleasure.
Blindfold.
Penetrations.
Orgasms.

To be a queen or not to be a queen

Stella and Stuart arrived a few minutes early to their session. I had left the door open to them and gone to the kitchen. I saw them come in through the door, he took her coat and put it on a hanger for her. She took his face in her hands and kissed him gently as a thank you. As they walked to the sofa they held hands. They hadn’t noticed me. And yet they were all quiet and still together. A calmness around them that was new to me. It intrigued me and made me hurry up with the glasses and a jug of cold water. 

As we said our hello and hugged for a moment I could also sense the calmness. Which made me jump right into the conversation. 

”- So who wants to start telling me what is happening in your lives at the moment? I can both see and feel a new sensation of calmness around you. Tell me what decisions you have made these past days or weeks.” I leaned back into my chair as Stella started to speak.

”- Oh, nothing of importance really, I´d say.” Stella was a bit hesitant. Last time we hade a session, it was only her and me present. Not Stuart. She bit her lip and fiddled with her wedding ring. 
Stuart broke the short silence instead.
”- Oh, come on, Stella. A lot has happened.  I believe that these past 4 weeks have been a huge learning phase for us. For each of us as individuals, and for us and we, as a team. We have had a few experiences that we should tell you about I guess”, he added. ”First we decided upon going to a sex party here in the city. It was organized by a few people whom we have met briefly at a club once and they were keen to have us as guests at this masquerade with +80 guests. Then we also decided to ask our friend Jessica, our unicorn, to come along. Everyone was keen to do so.  As we got nearer to the actual party date, Jessica asked for a lunch date on her own with Stella. So that they could talk about costumes etc. What really happened was that Jessica was nervous that things hadn´t ended well last time, so she wanted to see if everything was ok between her and Stella. Which I thought was perfect because Stella has had an issue with Jessica since last time. At the lunch date it turned out that they very briefly touched that subject. And then spent time sharing photos and ideas for the costumes that Stella was going to make.” Stuart moved closer to Stella and took a pause. 

”-When I was sitting there in the restaurant I had no feelings at all inside me. Not a single thing to give me any information from within. It was not like I was numb to feelings. They were not just there at all. A signal I read as a ”go ahead”-signal. ”Let’s go ahead with the costumes and the other preparations for the party.” So I did. I had a week of joy and felt really happy to make all three costumes. I sent pictures of the progress. I was really in a good mood. Maybe because Jessica had an idea that I would dress like the queen and she and Stuart as my slaves. So we did. Other guests admired us and I felt safe and secure as the queen. I left Jessica alone with Stuart upon arrival as I had to go to the ladies room. I felt nothing but brave and happy seeing them hug. Seeing Stuart holding on to Jessica as she appeared to be a bit shy. It was more an act of kindness and generosity from me to her.” She stopped and looked at Stuart. 

He continued. 
”- I could see the love in your eyes towards us both.It made me happy, just as the week had. It made me feel like I was your king, not your slave.When you returned to us and we found the little sofa it felt so nice to have you in the middle of us, your slaves on each side. You were the most beautiful woman in the room. I felt like we were all three of us really magnificent together. As we started touching each other and kissing each other, things started to heat up.Jessica was first to start moaning. Then I remember you asked me if I wanted to sit in the middle. I don’t know why I didn’t jump at your question and made it happen. ”

”- Shortly after I asked you that question, Jessica leaned over and looked at your erection. Telling me that someone needs to sit on it. My response was ”No, not yet.”, but Jessica would not listen. She kept asking me a few more times, then she started to move towards you. She asked you to get a condom and off you went. She sat down on your place in the sofa and asked me again if she could ride you and why I couldn’t let her be penetrated by you. She would just like to sit on your cock she said. She was nowhere near listening to me. The only thing she sensed was that I was not ok with it at the moment. And she barely promised that she would ride you for a short while. So when you came back with the condom already on, I held on to you and told you too that this was only going to happen for a very short while. Before you had a chance to respond I was kissing you, holding you tight and she mounted the cock. 
At that moment everything went dead. Inside me. Nothing felt erotic or sexy or a tiny bit exciting. Just a big, fucking nothingness inside me. Not even a sting of jealousy.
Then an anger appeared – I had used my voice. I had said NO. Yet here we were. And I didn’t like it. You felt it and I have no clue if Jessica did. She rode you shortly, and then left to meet up with the guy next to us. A new friend of ours. Thank god he was there to take care of her horniness the rest of the evening. The three of us got together two more times during the party. And the first time I spoke and told Jessica of my fears. But I didn’t tell her of my anger of her not accepting my NO, nor did I tell her about my experience of the nothingness. 

Looking back at the party and all preparations before and everything. I am really happy we went, I wouldn’t have wanted to miss all of this. My only regret is that I was not listened to. And that situation needs to be talked about before we can even plan a new undressed date. I am not ok with meeting her if she cannot listen and accept others. Everybody else at the party know that it is the slowest person you need to wait upon. You cannot rush sex. Yet she did. And the saddest thing might be that she is totally unaware of this. Not at all intelligent in relations between persons.” Stella looks at me and asks:
”- Jessica is constantly showing up in my thoughts, and I have not invited her to come. I do not want her there cause she takes so much energy from me. Energy I want to use for me and us, the we, me and Stuart. I am trying to ”park” her somewhere around the corner in my mind so that she will not pop up. But it is so hard. Please Thelma, help me with some good advice on this.”

Stuart is hugging Stella close as she leans back into his arms. He is strong and at the same time perplexed. I can see that he believes that the best he can do is hug Stella and make her feel safe that way. He seems like he hasn’t got a clue what to say and when. I decide that my advice will include them both.

The advice for Stella is to write about everything that has happened. Also to keep writing whenever Jessica comes visiting her thoughts. Write it down as a way to ”park” her out of her system.
The advice for Stuart is twofold –
1. to let Stella know that he can see and hear that she is in a difficult situation that is tough for her while still using the hugs as a way to calm Stella´s nervous system.
2. to give Stella new experiences and memories that themselves take place in her system and thereby eases the grip of the amount of thoughts of Jessica that can show up. 

My last advice is to them both. 
Plan a meeting or a dinner with Jessica within three months. Not sooner than 2 months nor later than 3 months. Create a distance to the event, yet not too far away. 

I bid them goodbye and leave for the kitchen. Again leaving them on their own a while before leaving my session. I believe that the calmness they came with can return to them while I leave them. Seeing them through the doorway a few minutes later, I can sense their calmness returning. Slowly.

 

 


No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

 

New sexual horizons

In a pursuit to explore and question the norms that exist in society you stumble upon new horizons. New horizons that might open you up to another level of sexuality.

Like a new sexual horizon.

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Only to realize that in this new horizon, the people who came before you to that place has once again established norms. In their eyes norms that are perfectly in order and their new normal. Yet it is still too small and narrow minded.

The horizon is so much bigger. And we cannot even grasp its wideness and potential. Fear keeps us from letting go of norms. Fear of chaos is present. This horizon is still in the masculine format, with an addition of cherishing women’s sexuality. Which is a step towards something new….is it only fear that kept them back?

The wedding party at Eden’s sexclub

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They came down the staircase, on the red carpet. Everybody gave them their attention.

She was beautiful in her strapless weddingdress, beaming and smiling. He walked slowly behind her taking in the room feeling more proud than ever.

A big round of applauds as they stopped along the way. The bartender shouted ”hip, hip, hooray for mr Wolf and his bride today” and all joined in and cheered for the newly weds as they made their way down the rest of the stairs. Hugging and kissing everyone they met on their way to the bar. Greetings were given in more ways than you normally see at a wedding. Everyone in the room was now smiling and cheering as the bride and groom got up and sat on the bar. With a glass of bubbly each they kissed each other and invited the bartender up to sit between them.

The person next to us explained the scene to us, as we were the only guests that evening from outside this town. All the other guests were frequent visitors to Eden and knew both the bride and the groom well. But not us, so she took us on a story of how the bride and the groom, aka mr Wolf, had met one night a year ago in one of the rooms at Eden. Mr Wolf had been invited by a couple (as men cannot visit Eden on their own, they need a date to enter) to join them for a threesome at the sex club. The man in the couple that invited mr Wolf,  is now working as the bartender in the club. And is was part of the story of course. As well as a partner to the woman telling us the story.

She told us:
”- We came to the bar around midnight, after I had flirted with mr Wolf in another bar. All three of us got horny so we invited him to join us at Eden. As we came to Eden there were a lot of girls present. There usually are more men than women at the club but not this night. I spotted her immediately. She was smiling and beaming back then too. I couldn’t resist her either so I went up to her as fast as I could and asked if she would join me. She nodded. Not really able to speak. I took her into the room with the biggest bed. We kissed each other and it led to sex between us. Right in the middle we could feel more hands on our bodies. It was Mr Wolf and my partner, Joaquin, (at the bar tonight) who had found us after I left them when I spotted Isabel. I slowed down, invited all hands to my body as I asked Isabel if she wanted to join in a foursome. Again she nodded. This time with a her big smile. When Joaquin and I finally left after a few hours of sex, cuddling, laughter and talk, Isabel and mr Wolf stayed behind. That’s how they met. 

We have ”played” with them both at this club and at our house as well since that year, and they have been frequent guests to the club. Enjoying themselves and others too. I am not surprised at all that they choose to come here as an ”after-wedding-party”. A few of the bridesmaids are blushing a bit, but I have seen others here before. It seems like a fine mix of regulars and newcomers. 

She laughed. Kissed us both on our lips. Smacked my bare behind and flirted with me. With me Thelma. She, the red head. Then she went to the bar. Joined in the celebrations of Isabel and mr Wolf.

We sipped our drinks. Feeling a bit unsure. Out-of-towners. The rest regular guests. Plus the huge wedding party. Should we stay?

Cake for all was announced and we took the opportunity to slip into the back of Eden. And found the biggest bed of them all. Mirrors around us and in the ceiling. And we were all alone. Slowly undressing the last part of clothing. Kissing all over. Taking our time to find pleasure. Enjoying every minute. Suddenly hands on our bodies, lightly touching. As if in the light touch there was also a question if they could touch. YES, was our mutual reply.

The room was dark and not well lit. It took a few moments until we realized that it was Isabel and mr Wolf that were joining us. I kissed the bride full on. Long, deep kisses. Mr S kissed mr Wolf. We had sex next to each other. Me and mr S, Isabel and mr Wolf. Our hands touched all over all of us.

The red head and her partner, the bartender, joined us later on. Mr S and I in the middle. Enjoying many hands on ur bodies. And as usual my kundalini energy kept rising and rising. Being almost too much to handle for me and mr S. My orgasms never ended. They kept coming over and over again. Mr S let go of control and had an unique experience when he joined my multiple orgasm. Two men and two women were all touching mr S. I was riding his cock and we really exploded there. In the room with the biggest bed. In Eden. The sex club. With the newly weds. And the red head and her bartender.

When we got back to our hotel we received a message on our Tumblr….
”- To the hot and intimate lovers – thank you for a wonderful night together. You helped us end our wedding day in the best possible way. Please come back to Eden. And let us know when you do. 
xoxoxo, mr and mrs Wolf”

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No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

 

When a woman loves her man…and shows it….

Looking for a needle in a haystack? So it feels like.

Either we are meeting experienced women on their own. Or couples where the woman is only interested in herself and not her husband. I would like to meet a couple like us. Maybe they are more experienced than us or maybe less than us. I can picture what it would be like to meet a couple where the woman always went back to her partner, choosing him over her or us. Still playing and exploring together with her partner and us. To once in a while go back to being in the original two-some with her partner for intimacy and connection.

Meetings with singles?

Maybe. Maybe not. They all need to be interested in us both. Experienced enough to appreciate only touching. No need for penetration. No needs at all. Just listening to the tune we play and step in where the tune opens up. And no, this way of viewing a night together is not us using this person as a sex toy. More of a signal to the singles that we are not promising anything at all….so do not anticipate nor expect – ask and we will see how the night unfolds.

Yes, we know that our tune can to be stronger and clearer. We are working on it.


A new idea comes to my mind. I share it with my Mr S.

”- Let’s try this. We hook up with another couple, meet them for a walk/drink/dinner with multiple possible outcomes:

  • we say ”no, thank you” right there and do nothing further
  • we say ”yes, maybe, let us book a room at a hotel, see each other have sex within the couple and then maybe meet again”
  • we say ”yes, maybe, let us book the room, see each other have sex with your own partner, we have sex next to each other and maybe there will be some touching on non-genital parts”
  • we say ”yes, have sex in the booked room, with your own partner first and there might be more sex in the quadruple”

And a reminder that anyone can stop at any time and back a few steps to start over or choose another direction. As well as a reminder that at anytime anyone can call it a night and say good bye. 

So Mr S, can this be worth trying with me?”

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PS. If you are a couple and you as the woman recognize yourself in my description above….do not hesitate to get in touch.


No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

 

worst and best case scenarios

Stella was stuck in her negative spiraling thoughts and came to see me on her own.

She tells me this:
”I cry a lot now a days, we have lots of sex and I really do believe Stuart loves me more than ever and deeper then he actually realizes. Yet, I am so scared that he will leave me. That I will be alone and unwanted. That I will not belong in his loving community.”

She takes a pause and starts over again, fixing her eyes upon mine.

”And I have a really hard time not being stressed out by the fact that he wants more women to have sex with. It sometimes feels like I should just go against my own body and mind, and let him have his way. Set up a few dates with some unicorns and let him lick as much pussy as he wants. And that they all play with his cock as I kiss him. Tears will surely be rolling down my face as I do this. You see? It feels like a big black hole inside me just waiting to eat me up and pull me down. And I am not yet ready to die. To leave this.

I want to be able to give him what he wants, mostly because I believe that I will loose him if I do otherwise. Or that is what my brain tells me anyway. And I believe it. 

It seems like I am wired to always go deep down amygdala searching for the worst case scenario. Which might even be that if I give Stuart exactly what he wants among other women, that he will still leave me. I cannot live with these stupid thoughts and fears in my life anymore. I am so angry at Stuart and at myself.”

I can feel that Stella is very tense and stressed about the whole situation. Both talking about it as well as, feeling it to be true, and also in a way knowing it isn’t but still being angry with herself for acting in this way. Leaning closer to her I ask her to tell me of the best case scenarios that will occur if she will do what she thinks Stuart wishes.

”In the best case scenarios I will have access to my voice, not being afraid of saying what I want to happen, not being afraid of asking to be a part, not being afraid of taking as much as I want from Stuart, not being afraid to push the greedy ones out of the room, not being afraid sharing Stuart with the ones I like, with the ones that he like, not being afraid of being left out of the play and pleasure.

In the best case scenario I too will feel pleasure. I too will be able to be in my body without a stress respons of freeze (I don’t experience flight nor fright in our sex adventures this far). I too will have a good time.

And I will be in no doubt that Stuart is in love with me. That I am the woman he wants more of. That I am the only woman he wants to share his life with.”

I ask her more:
”So how do thinking of these best case scenarios make you feel Stella?”

She answers in a slow voice and tone.

”Like I want to cry for being so rude and mean to myself. And I really want to be able to let go of this downward spiral. I want to believe with every cell of my body that the best case scenario or at least the last part about Stuart loving only me will be true. I am not there yet. Maybe this will come with time or a might need a few more sessions with you to embody these new beliefs that I want to have. Replace the ones I do have with new ones. Can we do that? Schedule a few sessions for me?”

She opens her calendar on her phone, but before we search for a new time to meet, she shows me the latest picture that Stuart sexted to her while she sat here with me.

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The words that follow along with the picture are:
Let this luscious ass be mine tonight. I will treasure it with my big cock.


No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

Orgasms – how many can you have?

Mr S asked me the question again as he came out from the shower, still drying himself in front of me.

Me, still in bed, smiled at him and gave a little laugh as I replied:
As many as I can take, my Love!

Clitoral orgasms – ie stimuli on the little head of the clitoris
Vaginal orgasms – all the different spots, nerve endings, places – INSIDE the Vagina are, for me, today, so incredibly sensitive that I find myself reaching orgasms when you fuck me from behind and in our previous years together that has never happened before. Yet now I have different kinds of orgasms whether we lie on our sides, spooning, or if I stand on all four or if I stand in my high heels and bend forward towards the floor or if I ride your cock when you sit up and I face away from you.
Or when you enter me as I ride you, and again different orgasms if I face you or away from you. 
Or the orgasms when I suck you deep, they linger in me and stretch all the way from shaft in my mouth down to my pussy. 
Not to mention the orgasms I can take when you massage my breasts, oooh…the nipplegasms. 
The squirting orgasms….where the orgasm not yet occur at the point of the squirting, but very near. Either before or after. 
The ass-fucking, riding you, with your cock far up my ass and one leg next to you, the other with a foot on the floor.
The newest addition – just laying next to you as you pull your cock on your own, masturbating with me at your side, I am not touching myself, nor are you touching me. And still, yes still, I get the most remarkable orgasm at the same time that you orgasm. Just by absorbing your energies and taking the orgasm simultaneously as you. 

The best part, Mr S, is that the is just the beginning. Let me tell you that there will be plenty more orgasms to come. 

Is 20 in a day my current top?

Mr S put the towel over his shoulder and came across the room to the bed. Kissed me gently on my forehead, lips, nipples, belly button and clitoris head.
Then he left me naked in bed for a day at the office.

Me? I stayed naked in bed the rest of the day.