Long time no see…

….as we still are sailing and pirating the seven seas.
I do promise to tell you all our juicy details once we get back into the home harbour and get some rest. For now though, keep practising your patience, flirt with the love of your life and make love like you never done before. Like you mean it every time. 

Just one more sea to dip my toes in before we head back to harbour…..

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the Tantric Priestess

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Nervously, he went to see the Tantric Priestess to find out the secrets of being a better lover.

”what do I need to do to make my woman happy?“ he asked,” Teach me the techniques.”

”there is no technique”, she replied, scooping some bright green tea leaves like blades of dried grass and dropping them into a tiny clay pot, ”no technique that is greater than understanding the lover’s attitude.”

She poured boiling water over the leaves, releasing an aroma of freshly-mown grass. ”Sencha tea”, she explained.

”And what exactly is the lover’s attitude?“ he asked, barely concealing his disappointment to not be given some solid methods and step-by-step instructions.

She swirled the tea around in the pot in a leisurely manner, as if awakening the leaves.

She mindfully placed the pot down, and poured the clear green liquid into two small bowl-like cups.

She slid one tiny bowl over the table top to him and raised her sparkling eyes to his.

”With these hands,” she said, lifting her elegantly long-fingered palms before him, ”I reach out to touch the places in you that have been hurt and shriveled up like a leaf closing to the harsh winds.”

She touched his cheek with a gentleness that seemed to penetrate right in to his depths. He felt immediately vulnerable. In a beautiful way. Seen. Exposed. Touched.

Looking into his eyes as she lightly caressed his cheek she said: ”I use my hands to sooth the parts of you that were once shamed or wronged.” it was as if she were pouring love straight into his body and heart. It was kind of scary, but at the same time his whole being thirsted for this.

She held her hand in stillness, cupping his cheek… ”I use these hands to hold you in all of the places in which you have been dropped so that you may gradually rebuild trust in life again.”

And as I look at you I see you fully… I see both aspects of your being.

I see your soul. Vast, complete and perfect. Life force in its fullness as it runs through you. The divinity that you are.

Yet I also see your humanity. All the wounds and scars that life gave you. I see all the constricted parts that don’t let the life force flow through with ease. I see the defences that armor your being.

I see them without judgment…for I understand how they came to be there. And I can only have compassion as I know that life has hurt you when you were vulnerable.

And I offer these hands to touch those places. I offer these hands to soften the armor, and caress the scars. My hands dance over you to free up your life force and let it safe for you to feel again, safe for you to be alive.

With my touch I gently release the constrictions that have made this body too small for that bright soul of yours. I do not fix… I only love. I love the very places you have feared to love yourself.”

She placed her hand on his hand. An innocent gesture, and yet he felt so very…touched.

He gulped a little and paused to sip his tea.

After a few sips, she refilled both cups, and then she started to caress one of her own hands with the other. Somehow her movements were mesmerizing.

” My hands are here to heal through pleasure.” she continued.

”It’s not me doing pleasure TO you. The pleasure is yours- I simply witness it with my hands. I dance with it. I celebrate it with my touch.

And if you can receive, then healing happens.

All that gets healed is not really you anyway. It is the result of what was done to you, but it’s not you. You are perfect and whole and complete. You are the soul that is eternally bright. My hands caress away the pain body, to reveal the sparkling diamond of your soul.”

She pauses to sip tea, without her taking her eyes off his. Wordless, he follows suit, not sure what to say. The tea feels warm and comforting as it slips down his throat.

”Never mind the technique,” she says,” for now just develop the attitude of the lover. The attitude itself will teach you the techniques.”

She clinks her little cup against his. They drain their last drops.

He is utterly transformed. He had walked into the Shakti Temple ready to pick up a few tricks. But he left feeling ready to touch another soul.

~ Shashi Solluna 


None of the words above written by me. When reading them I had no other way than to share them with you. Uncensored. Pure. As the energy they bring you.
May you be transformed every day too.

längtan efter flerskap i sex

” Thelma, Jag fick en fråga häromdagen. En fråga som undrade vad jag längtade efter i vårt sökande efter att vara flera i vårt sexliv. En himla stor, fin och bra fråga!
Min första känsla en tacksamhet att jag blev påmind om min längtan, som att jag nästan tappat bort den en stund. Istället lagt fokus på de stunder vi upplevt som jag inte vill uppleva igen. Så tusen tack till denna kvinna som ställer en sådan fråga till mig. Samtidigt en otroligt stark nyfikenhet tillbaka till henne. Hon som vill träffa ett par för sex.

Vad jag längtar efter att få uppleva i ett flerskap i sex?

Jag längtar efter att få uppleva trygghet, njutning, systerskap, erotisk hetta, att få känna mig eftertraktad, att få vara önskad av flera samtidigt. Att få känna kåthet, glädje och tacksamhet. Att få vara djupt hållen av min älskade, tillsammans med andra. 

Och att den känslan och upplevelsen kan få finnas med mig  i timmarna, och dagarna som följer, finnas inom mig. Förhoppningsvis kan min älskade och jag den krydda vårt fortsatta sex i flera dagar. ”

Mailet från Malin gör mig både glad och förvånad. Det var ett tag sedan vi hade kontakt och denna påminnelse kring frågan om vad hon längtade efter i ett flerskap i sexlivet var otroligt spännande att få ta del av. Jag bad henne beskriva sina tankar och scenarios för både mig och Patrik. Och hon lovade att återkomma.

Under tiden blev jag som bäst påmind min och mr S fina möte med vår första singel kvinna. Som numera är våldsamt förälskad i en annan och liksom har dumpat oss…..tja, så är livet. Hur det var ett otroligt fint och samstämt samspel mellan henne och mig. Hur jag fick bjuda in henne och hur hon väntade in mig i inbjudan. Som en stor respekt får vår långa relation. Inte som att vi var två sexleksaker för henne. Inte alls. För det var ju inte heller hon för oss.

Mr S lägger handen på min axel och stänger min dator. Jag kan läsa Malins svar när det kommer. Ikväll är inte det i prioritet. Ikväll prioriteras annat. Kameran är riggad och vi ska fota oss själva. Hela studion är vår egen. Hela kvällen.

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Köpenhamn – mina sexminnen

Thelma,

Hur kan jag lämna platsen med så mycket minnen?

I 2 år har maken och jag haft varsitt jobbuppdrag i denna huvudstad. Denna öppna huvudstad. Hur ska vi klara av att flytta hem?

Vart jag än cyklar i stan så är jag nära en plats där vi antingen har haft sex med några/någon annan. Eller en plats där vi har träffat någon som vi undersöker om vi vill ses för sex.

Och så har jag ibland samma låtlista i mobilen som snurrar….när jag cyklar till ett affärsmöte i staden som när vi haft sex med någon/några andra på ett av stadens hotell. 

Påminnelser överallt. Att bara gå ut för att köpa morgonbrödet på vårt närmsta bageri ger mig känslor och minnen. Vissa bättre än andra. Vissa lättare att minnas än andra. Detta bageri är den platsen vi har träffat flest människor på för en sk kemi-date. Så att bara slinka in och köpa brödet utan att minnas våra upplevelser går inte. 

Konstanta påminnelser. Som jag för det mesta älskar att få. Ger mig signaler om att jag är fri. Att jag väljer vilka normer och konventioner som jag vill ha med mig i livet. Att jag väljer medvetet det jag vill ha mer av och samtidigt tydligt väljer bort det jag vill ha mindre av. 

Just nu?

Jo, just nu vill jag ha mer av Köpenhamn i mitt liv. Just nu planerar jag redan nästan resa tillbaka hit. Stockholm kommer vi att skapa minnen i framöver. Men just nu vill jag vara nostalgisk och cykla genom stan med min låtlista och minnas allt. 

Vi ses i sommar,

kramar Annie
(och du, bilden nedan fick jag häromdagen av en av våra beundrare, en fotograf som har följt oss med sin kamera på vissa av våra upptåg. Bilden tagen en tidig sommarmorgon i en sovande huvudstad….vi var just på väg hem efter en av våra sexträffar)

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En vänskap som fördjupats under vår tid ifrån varandra. Annie och jag som lärde känna varandra på en kurs innan vi fick barn. Vi som senare promenerat runt Djurgården med våra barnvagnar i regn och sol. Vi som träffats på Annies sommarställe för en dag eller två. I takt med att barnen tog mer plats i våra liv och våra karriärer lockade oss så avtog våra regelbundna träffar. Köpenhamnstiden och det som Annie och hennes make har prövat i att utmana sitt förhållande och sexliv har varit en starkt bidragande orsak och vändning i vår relation. Vi har chattat sena kvällar och uttryckt heja-rop till varandra när vi behövt och frågat om det. Och nu är hon på väg tillbaka till Stockholm och en plats närmre mig. Jag längtar.

the Hotwife….the 180 turn!

Part 1 and Part 2 to be read if you haven’t done so already!

On our knees, me and Anette, in this house, with our husbands. Only we were not with Anette´s husband. Only with mine. My naked husband with the huge erection.

We took turns working our oral skills on his erection as one of us removed one garment at a time from the other´s body.  As I removed Anette´s bra I gently nibbled at her nipples. A teasingly bite, just to explore if that turned her on as it does on me. Yes, a shiver through her body.

I placed her now naked body on the bed. Lying on her back she looked at me and my darling. We were kissing and he was behind me, playing with my breasts and urging me to move forward to Anettes body. So we did, in a joint motion we came close to her. Both of us standing on all four above her. Touching her body with our lips ans tongues. It was now our turn to share her body, and her pussy. We kissed and caressed her body in between us. Stopping once in a while to kiss or watch the other. Slowly moving towards her pussy. Our tongues met as they were swirling against the top of her clitoris. Our lips pulled each of her outer labias at the same time and we were looking at each other almost all of the time. Like Anette really wasn’t there, but just us two and this female body.

As we came to a stop we rose up and started to kiss each other, hugging close, hands and fingers exploring all parts of these familiar bodies, but now in a more hungrily way than before. A touch of pleasure as Anette had moved underneath us and was now using her mouth, lips and tongue to pleasure me. I moaned and saw that one of her hands were working on my husbands erection. She looked up at me as a way of asking if it was ok, should she continue with pleasuring us both. I nodded towards her and kissed my man hungrily again.

A sharp knock on the door and in came Jaan. Along with some of the other members of the club. They casually sat down on the sofa with their drinks and coffees. All except Jaan. He came towards us with a black, rather large bag. He dropped it on the floor next to the bed. Took his jacket off and pulled out a camera from the bag.

The three of us on the bed had come to a stop and were sitting together, naked on the bed. My husband behind me, me leaning on him and between my legs Anette huddled in and we wrapped our arms around each other all three. She looked at me and gave me a kiss. She had seen this bag before. She was not surprised to all the things that Jaan took out. He put some toys, bottles with lubrication and condoms on the bed next to us.

One of the toys made my body shiver. I leaned back to get strength from my husbands breathing as well as to find his mouth to kiss him. And then I whispered in his ear.

”- I see a strap-on. I need to put it on me. I feel a need to fuck Anette with you. Will you join me in this for a while? Than I will definitely need to be well fucked by you. Are you in for that too?”

I moved closer to Anette and kissed her neck as I at the same time watched the expressions on my husbands face. Jaan was taking pictures of it all. Anette was shivering in our arms, trembling and giving slight moans. She was touching me, my breasts, her fingers close to my pussy. She whispered in my ear that she wanted me. That she wanted my body.

I stood up, looked at all the men sitting along the walls in the room. Reached for the strap-on and adjusted it to fit my body. My husband was standing on his knees on the bed. Caressing Anette who had eyes only for me. She lay back on the bed, eyes on me, spreading her legs. Head close to my husband and she asked me if she could suck my husband. I nodded. She asked me if I could please fuck her at the same time. I nodded again and put a condom on the large, pink dildo attached to the strap-on.

She sucked his balls. He pulled his erection. I eased up towards her pussy, and found my way into her pussy with the strap-on like I had done it before. She gazed at me through her half-open eyes asking for more. I pushed myself all the way in. It was beautiful. I could never had imagined that this was an experience I wanted to have. To be fully present. To be fucking another woman. A woman that by now also was sucking my husbands cock.

I asked her to come up on all fours. Standing with her behind towards me and her head towards my husband. Still sucking him , still banged by me. I felt powerful. I felt erotic. The looks on the menus faces around the room told me that this was not a turn they had expected. Jaan was snapping away with the camera as he was sending little words of love and encouragement towards Anette.

My husband removed himself from Anette and came beside me. Anette was facing the men now. I gave my husband a condom and showed him how to share a woman. We took turns, caressing her back, her breasts, her neck, her ass. And we took turns in short periods to bang her from behind. She was arching her back and ass up towards us and it sure was a beautiful sight.

Standing there behind her, together with my husband, I felt waves of emotions coming at me, moving through me, coming back, once, twice and then slowly ebbing off. He looked at me and took me in his arms. Removed the condom from his cock. Removed the strap-on from me. Lay me down on the bed next to Anette who was lying on her side by now. Big, grateful smile on her face. She kissed me. I kissed her back. My husband joined in and again we met all three in a kiss.

Jaan sat down next to Anette. His fingers ran along her back, up and down, rhythmically. My husband pulled me closer to him, we were now lying sideways with my back towards him and he let his big cock enter my pussy. I was being watched by everyone in the room. Except for my husband who likes to close his eyes in this position. Anette still teased and played with me. Touching my breast, nipples, lips, hair and neck. All while I was being fucked by my man.

”- Come ride me, ” he said. And turned to lay on his back. I went down on him first. Swallowed his cock with pussy juice and all. Deep throating. Yet another event the men wasn’t expecting to see. My husband pulled my pussy towards his mouth and we were giving each other oral pleasure for a while.

As I decided to ride him, and I decided to made the scene a bit bigger.
I left the bed. Walked around it in my nakedness. Jaan was saving all of this he kept clicking away with his camera. Zooming in on us both he and Anette stood up next to the bed and all the other men joined in too. I sat down on my husband, ready to ride him and every one started to touch me. Just small touches, but still powerful enough to send burst of energetic orgasmic powers shooting through my body.

Anette joined in behind me. She sat down behind me on my husbands thighs, allowing me to relax and lean to her for comfort. My feet went forward. The men continued to touch me on my arms, shoulders and breasts. My husbands firm hands on my hips, pulling me down onto his cock. Anette helping me relax. Anette´s hand holding on to my pubic mound, gently pushing in the same rhythm as my husband.

Sounds from me and my husband as we were reaching yet another climax. And another. Riding the waves together. As he ejaculated inside me my whole body exploded and I could no longer sense where my body ended and his began.

Seconds later Anette started to shiver behind me. The energies came through to her too. We shivered in synchronicity for what felt like minutes. Her lips close to my ear. Her whispers of gratefulness from her to me. From her to us.


 

The sexual evening ended somewhere then. We had a few good laughs, a glass of wine and some slow talk before we all left the house. My husband and I in a taxi to the hotel. Some of the others joined Jaan and Anette to their home. But not us. The adventure ended there for us.

Late breakfast Sunday, a last stroll in the neighbourhood around the hotel, morning sex before all of this of course. Our arousal still in the highs. Arriving at the airport. Boarding the flight home.

As I open the glossy airline magazine a familiar face appears. Two actually. Jaan and Anette smiles at us again. They are featured in an article about Jaan´s upcoming photo exhibition. In September. We read it together, smiling and holding hands. My husband reads faster than me and kiss me on my neck, on the exact right spot. You know which one. I shiver in my body as I read the last line where Jaan is explaining that he is finishing off his exhibition with a photo session of his wife exploring lust and sex.

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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. 

…different speed, style and wish…

I had a new couple arriving to my sofa today. They had been urgent and wanting to schedule a meeting as soon as possible. They had given a brief description over email about needing to talk about…

different speed, style and wish

I knew they were into the swinging lifestyle since a few years back. So on my way to work this morning I tuned into an episode from the podcast ”life on the swingset”. I was trying to get some fresh perspectives and ideas by listening to their conversation. Nothing new was really said, but I still felt it was a good way for me to get started today. Before meeting them. Them being Sara and John. A couple with adult kids. But still young, they haven’t reached 50 yet. They met in their twenties and when the kids got older and was in no need of their parents anymore, they started to explore the swinging communities.

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She was all smiles as I saw them across the street parking the car. He looked a bit more troubled. They came into my place and sat down in the sofa. As all my clients usually do without any instructions. We said hello and I asked them to tell me more about themselves. These things I do not share with you as they are too personal, but their stories can be shared as long as I do not reveal anything that can tie them to this.

John was the one who started to take the conversation into the underlying issue that brought them to me. He was eager to understand as he felt he needed to understand to be able to find the solution.
That is also a common ”mistake or misunderstanding” that many of my clients share. The thought or idea that if they only understood completely all the facts, then they could see the solution.

I stopped John for a moment and let them sit in silence for a short while as I looked at them, trying to make eye contact a little longer with each of them. A little longer than what you usually do in public. As a way to make them feel seen as well as to make them feel a little more safe and mostly to slow things down.

” – Have you heard of ”difficult conversations”? I asked them. They both shock their heads. ”I will give you the short version of this technique, and I will remind you of it each time we meet until you both feel comfortable using this on your own. 

Start by acknowledging that in each conversation there are at least two persons. 
Move on to recognise that there are three ”levels” in each conversation. And that these ”levels” are or can be different for each of the persons. 
The ”levels” are FACTS, FEELINGS and IDENTITY. So when you start to recognise that every time you are talking about something, and that could really be anything, all these ”levels” are present for each person involved. The ”levels” might be different in each conversation and the balance between them might shift. But be aware that they always are present. ”

John looked puzzled and the smile on Sara´s lips was not so prominent anymore.

”- So, what you are saying is making it even more difficult for me to understand the problem”, John started. ”My previous understanding as we booked this session and wanted to come here was that we perceive a huge difference in our swinging styles, and in our sexual speed and also a difference in our wishes. Which sometime makes it difficult for us to say a truthful yes or no. And now – if what you say is true, and I don’t doubt that – we have quite a lot of work to do. It feels both good and bad right now. ”

John pauses and turns to Sara. She still hasn’t said much and I would like to hear more from her. Then John talks to Sara.

”- Honey, this makes me realise that we, or I, need to take a break from swinging until we have tried what Thelma suggests here today. I would like for us to commit to coming here regularly each week for at least a few months to let me get my head around this some more. And for this to ”land” inside me. What do you think?”

”- I hear you. She says. I hear what you wish and it will be ok with me. I am totally happy to leave all of the swinging behind us if you want to. It is not important in that sense to me. You are. We are. I am with you in this one. So let us take on this challenge, as I think it will be, and see where it will take us.”

She turns to me and gets all practical, bringing up suggestions for a time and day that they can come to my sofa regularly each week. We agree upon Thursday mornings and book 8 sessions.

Their first homework?
To each of them reflect upon their original question. From the point of it being a difficult conversation. What does John think are the facts, and what does Sara think are the facts, and what do they think that the other one think are the facts?
Then do the same with what feelings are present within themselves, and what they think are present within the other.
Last but not least, what in this ”….differences in style, speed and wish…” is questioning their identity, as well as what they think the other persons identity is being questioned.

A last reminder that no, nothing of this might seem rational or logical, but regardless of that – explore and sense what you both can perceive. Make notes about this and bring it back to the session on Thursday – where we together will take a dive into their findings.


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.