Well that’s tricky isn’t it. I think one of the best ways might be to ask about the anklet. You might say that you noticed it or liked it or that you don’t see many women wearing them. That might get the ball rolling.
Outside of that you might have to allow her to ‘catch’ you looking at that type of porn or ask her advice about it, about a friend who is thinking about entering the ‘lifestyle’ and wanting a woman’s point of view. Just any way to see if she’s willing to talk sexually and then take it from there.
I pushed her head down toward his lap, gently–but there was no way she could mistake my intention. I meant for her to suck his cock.
She and I hadn’t talked about it specifically beforehand, but I’d thought about it. A lot. At first I admit I’d wanted to draw the line before we got to that point. All the times before, I’d loved seeing his hands on her, seeing her stroke his dick with one hand while she fondled mine with the other. Loved seeing her jerk him to orgasm–every spurt she stroked out of his cock made mine that much harder.
But this time, I’d decided I wanted to take another step. I wanted to watch her use her gorgeous mouth.
So, silently and obediently, she leaned down and swallowed him. I caught my breath, aroused but somehow detached at the same time. Hypnotized, I watched as she bobbed her head on him, up and down, and then she took him in and stopped. I knew she was swirling her tongue on him, massaging his cock with its hot softness. He moaned a little and made eye contact with me. His expression–a mix of lust and pleasure and unmistakeable gratitude–said everything: She is AMAZING. I caressed her ass and nodded back to him: Yes. She is.
A text to an old friend, one whom I’ve not seen for too long: “Want to grab a drink tonight?” “Sure! What did you have in mind?” he replied. “Why don’t you come over to my new place?”
If I’m being honest with myself, I had sex on my mind right from that first exchange.
Much whiskey later, and the conversation had long since turned intimate. We talked about the woman he loves–the woman he’s shared with me more than once. We talked about my new partner–he hadn’t met her yet. I told him I wanted to show her beautiful body to him, wanted to take her while he watched.
She got home later than I’d expected, and I was a little drunker than I’d planned. She was, of course, perfectly gracious and charming, but I know she knew what I was thinking.
We sat on the couch, the beautiful, tall blonde between two already very aroused men. I don’t remember how it started, but presently I realized my tongue was in her mouth and my hand was on her breast. She moaned. My friend asked if he could get her another glass of wine; when he got back with it, her top and bra were gone. He handed her the glass as I knelt in front of her and sucked a nipple.
“Why don’t we go upstairs and fuck.”
Thus said Red last night, decisively ending what had become a somewhat angsty conversation about where we are and where we’re going in our, air quotes, relationship. It was in direct response to my statement “I just don’t understand what we’re doing”; I thought it was a perfectly apt reply.
It’s the next day, though, and I still don’t understand what we’re doing. I do know that Red is exquisite. When she is naked, I don’t care what we’re doing. I don’t care about anything. Her body is hypnotic and I just want to lose myself in it.
{Boy Boy Girl Love is an excellent tumblr – one of the very first I started following, and I love it. They also have a cool non-tumblr site, with a forum. I registered today, and it seems like a really neat place.
There’s a post there that asks about your “catalyst” for thinking about bisexual-type things. I started to write a post describing mine, but – as these things often do for me – it turned into a novella. I figured I’d post it here instead (and probably post a much briefer version on the BBGL site). So, here goes. My bisexual fantasy catalyst:}
When I was a sophomore in college, I found out that my longtime girlfriend had been cheating on me for some time. I was totally wrecked and we ended up breaking up.
Before we did, though, we tried for a while to patch things up. I pressed her for details about what had happened. I told her (and myself) that I needed to know and understand what happened if there was to be any chance of forgiving her. That was probably true, at least in part. But also, hearing about it was incredibly arousing. Arousing and painful.
I remember pretty vividly the “big reveal” conversation, when she told me in detail about the first time she had sex with someone else.
I wrote about Red a couple of weeks ago. In short: we went out a couple of times, I was pretty into her, I didn’t think that she was that into me, and I figured that the whole thing would end up going nowhere.
I hadn’t mentioned her again here, but things didn’t exactly fizzle out entirely. After a few days of no contact (spanning a weekend during which we’d tentatively planned to get together), I sent her a brief e-mail essentially saying that I’d enjoyed meeting her, thought she was awesome, and wished her the best.
I didn’t expect to hear back from her, but I did.
I mentioned a few posts ago that I’d met a new couple last week. It was just a meet-and-greet in public, but it went pretty well and I expected that we’d end up getting together in private. I exchanged several e-mails with the husband over the next few days, and we set up a meeting for last night.
Unlike that first time, it was pretty clear that they were coming over to have sex with me. They got to my place around 8:30.
As I mentioned in my post about our first meeting, the wife (Mistress L) is hot.
Have you ever been watched while having sex? (Other participants don’t count.) If yes, did you like it? What about it did you like or dislike? If no, do you want to?
Please answer in the comments. Or, send your answer in the “Ask me anything” window, and I’ll post it (unless you tell me not to, but what fun is that?) Of course, feel free to re-blog!
Once more unto the breach.
I put another ad up a few days ago, and two couples responded. One connection fizzled pretty quickly, but I exchanged several promising e-mails with the wife of the second couple. Long story short (I’m a little pressed for time), we’re doing the “let’s meet in public to see if we click” thing in a couple of hours. So, yes: despite the not-quite-disaster the last time I tried this, I’m ready to take another shot.
Let’s talk for a moment about female ejaculation.

Actually, maybe I should back up just a bit.
Let’s talk about my friend, Professor Annie.