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. 

A magical year of fucking – 2018

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Countless orgasms, countless fucks and many memories from adventures of sex as non monogamous.

How many couples, singles, sex parties and club visits last year?
Many more than we thought it was going to be as we started this first year of sexploration – well, this first year for us contains 13 months.

10 undressed sex dates with couples, unicorns or bulls.
3 sexparties.
6 visits to sex clubs.
plus a few more of dressed dates for chemistry searching. And a lot more chatting, texting and searching our channels for YOU and YOU and YOU.
We have so far met people from BC, Tinder, Tumblr and Feeld.

Thank you all for joining us in our sexploration. And do not hesitate to contact us if you’d like to meet us. Who knows, maybe we can meet soon for a chemistry date?

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. 

Wild white horses…aka unicorns

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The feeling of laughter bubbling in my body. That feeling that can I get even though you’ve just gotten banned from Tinder. That feeling that comes from the fact that our previous thought that unicorns are the rarest creatures in this universe. That feeling that now comes in the knowledge that unicorns are unique, not rare. That feeling when we see them running wild all over this planet. Knowing that I just have to send my precious Mrs out to flirt with them…..you will gather the ones that you want. They will want you. You will invite them to me. The three of us will meet in sexploration. Again and again. 

There is no rush anymore. A calm and safe heart. A sane head. Lust flows freely in my whole body. Energies calmly awaiting what will be. Resting assured that pleasure will be plentiful for all. 

Let the laughter flow through us. Accept the white horses around us as the unicorns they all are. Unique, not rare. 

I love you Thelma,
Yours for always
mr S

xoxoxo

Do you fancy us, Thelma?

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A message out of the blue on a Wednesday afternoon.
A misunderstanding?
A misinterpretation?

Whatever the case, a couple that we (mr S and I) have met a few times for drinks and dinner were wondering if I fancied them. Cause they were unsure. About me fancying them.

In their message I detect or perceive an underlying message that it for them is important THAT I do fancy at least one of them.

So read their message below and further on you’ll find my reflections and answer.


”Hope you are enjoying the nice and warm weather wherever you are.
My partner and I have talked and felt that we
1. Appreciate honesty and straightforwardness
2. we hope you appreciate the same

After our three dates, we feel that You, Thelma, don’t seem to fancy anyone of us. And we would like you to tell us, because this makes us unsure. 
Maybe we are completely wrong – if so we can definitely handle that. 
We would like to continue meeting you guys in a date or two or three or more, with some more cuddling and ”undressedness”. But before that, let us just raise this concern of ours right now. So do you fancy anyone of us Thelma?

Hugs from us”


My initial reaction was a bodily stress that I couldn’t understand at all. (Yes, even I am human and react to things occurring to me, even though I am trained for life).
A few talks with mr S later, and some deep breathing, the stress eased off and I could see my wish to perform and to serve. To make everyone pleased and happy and that my behavior had been challenged as my signals to these two persons obviously had caused them trouble. I too want to please and serve and perform. But not to all and everyone nor on my account of not being true to myself and what I feel.

Second reaction, was instead a response to all that happened inside me, feelings, stress, thoughts. A response to step away and see myself from afar. To see what was underneath or what might be the common denominator.
Laughter and smiles all over as I realized that I too had been unsure of them, did they really fancy me? My interpretation was just as unsure as theirs, I felt that they only wanted mr S to pleasure the other woman. And that I had no part in a possible undressed and erotic act.
Smiles all over again as I so well know of our mirror neurons and their power over us. And how do we ever get to the bottom of who had the initial doubt about fancying someone else? In my world that is not even necessary to know. But it might be important to them.

Next morning I woke up early as the third reaction began to take place.
I read a few short texts when the insight dawned upon me.

”We’re all waiting for someone else to do it first. To choose us, love us, share first, be vulnerable first. We operate from ‘I’m closed but you should be open.’ See how that’s backwards? If you always go first, you always win. Because your love isn’t dependent on others, it’s dependent on yourself. It feels scary, right? That’s because most of us believe we’re lovable if someone else loves us. Can you love you? Perfect. Can you show up, love all out and be ready not to be loved back? When we give unconditional love, we invite it.”

Mark Groves

That we all want the other to act first. To fancy us first. Cause than I can fancy you. What happens if I fancy myself first, do I ever need them to fancy me at all?
What would happen if we all did the opposite to Mullah (who searched for his lost key outside the house as it was brighter there, even though he knew that he had lost it inside the house…) that we went inside our selves first instead of searching on the outside or in someone else?

…at the same time I know (as every other woman) that being a turn-on for someone IS a BIG turn-on for me….

My fourth reaction was a reply to their initial question. Do I fancy anyone of them? No.
Not today. What I do fancy is myself, and I also fancy a possible erotic situation between us four. Maybe in that situation there will appear a more direct lust for one of them or it won’t. I can never guarantee nor promise that I will have sex with any of them. But if it is ok with them, yes I would fancy having sex next to them.

Reply is sent and we are still awaiting an answer.
Will this be enough for them or do they want promises that we WILL have sex with them, that we have fancy them so much that having sex together definitely will happen?
I am really curious to what happens inside them as they read my reply and I hope they have the courage to explore inwards and to give me/us the honest and straightforward feedback that was their initial remark.

I also perceive an immaturity and sense that we would be their first couple…I am not certain that is a turn-on for me.


As you hopefully have understood by now, not only my clients but also myself with my partner in sex (and life) is exploring our sexual limitations and pleasures. We do all of this together and at the moment we like to add a few flavors to our company. We have tried this a few times and feel like exploring more.

And yes, I more than often fancy the erotic situation a lot more than any of the other persons. That is one of my understandings/insights/lessons so far. Maybe it will change or maybe it will stay the same.

I do fancy the thought of the up-coming undressed party at this big villa in a few weeks. That is already a big turn-on and a lust for all erotic situations that will occur, whether mr S and I will physically interact with anyone else or just energetically interact….all will be fine just as it is. We are walking this sexploration road together.