This post will make sense to A___ and L___ and me, and not really to any­one else who hasn’t read every­thing in this space, fol­lowed com­ments, etc. So, for those of you who have no idea what I’m about to be talk­ing about — I give you this. (A___ and L___, you may enjoy this too)

So here’s what I was think­ing: Does our read­ing of each other’s ren­di­tion of events cause the homog­e­niza­tion (is that the right word) of the story, or do we all have some vari­a­tion of the same theme in our head? I sup­pose as I think back, this all started after L___ started talk­ing about spank­ings, or maybe her post­ing first has changed the direc­tion of the story. That would explain some of it, though A___ and L___ posted almost the same thing with­out read­ing each other’s posts.

I’m not com­plain­ing here and I don’t want to alter the cur­rent process by being log­i­cal. I was merely curious.

Any­way. enjoy the pic­ture. A___ and I enjoyed mak­ing it.

A___ and I keep get­ting thrown into the BDSM catagory, which is prob­a­bly appro­pri­ate as we keep men­tion­ing col­lars and so forth, though we’re far more tame then oth­ers there.  Any­way, here’s the Sug­asm for the week.

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The story that fol­lows is fan­tasy. My ver­sion of a meet­ing between S___ an I , and a fel­low blog writer.

L___ was arriv­ing in the after­noon, I had wanted to pick her up, but we decided meet­ing later in the evening would be bet­ter, to give her time to get com­fort­able in the hotel, take a nap, do those things you do before meet­ing friends.
I was at a slow boil all day. L___ and I had been tex­ting and send­ing each other pic­tures since she arrived in town. We were used to this, some peo­ples friend­ships are based around com­fort and sup­port, ours was on the fact that we looked for­ward to touch­ing each other. Like lit­tle licks and kisses these mes­sages were. A shower sil­hou­ette here, a shot of a garter belt there, glimpses of parts of each other we would be explor­ing fully later that night. S___ did his part in keep­ing me at a sim­mer all day as well. As we tried to go about our day, he would whis­per in my ear all of the things he was going to do, and wanted to see us do with each other, brush his hands against me, lick my ear, and smile, telling me that I had to wait.
L___ had picked out a meet­ing place, not quite the type that we would nor­mally fre­quent but the music was good that night and they had whiskey, some­what secluded booths and a small dance floor.
We arrived early, I wanted to pick the per­fect spot, and I wanted to see how L___ walked into a room. Cor­ner booth, high backs, gauzy drapes cre­at­ing a lot more pri­vacy than you need for din­ner, it was per­fect. S___ and I ordered our drinks and waited, my hand on his leg, his climb­ing up my skirt, before I know it we are kiss­ing deeply, I am crawl­ing into his lap, whis­per­ing to him, beg­ging him to fuck me right now at this table. We are inter­rupted by a small cough and a full smile. L___ had snuck up on us, drink in hand. We laughed and invited her to have a seat. S___ on my right and L___ on my left.
Small talk began, I am quite dif­fer­ent from L____ but we man­age to find sim­i­lar­i­ties, we make excuses to touch, tast­ing each oth­ers drinks, her try­ing to con­vince me that JW Red is bet­ter than Jame­son. Music becomes louder, talk more dif­fi­cult, a pause and I kiss her. I lean over and gen­tly take her mouth in mine, sweetly at first, as L___’s body responds and lens into mine our tongues slip past lips and we are kiss­ing just as S___ and I were when she arrived.
First move being made we laugh. S___ has just enjoyed watch­ing so I lean over and do the same to him, feel­ing his cock through his jeans as I kiss him deeper. L___ looks to me and says we should dance, I look to S___ who tells me the same, that he wants to watch.
L___ and I go out to the floor, mak­ing sure we are still close enough for S___ to see, we dance. Closer and closer, hands mov­ing, breasts touch­ing, skin heat­ing up. We are doing what every one else on the dance floor is doing, com­ing as close to fuck­ing right there on the floor as we can. Our dance seems less fran­tic though, less needy, more pas­sion­ate. At this point S___, L___, and I know where the evening will go, so this dance is purely an appe­tizer, where for oth­ers it might be the meal. Soon we are approached by a cou­ple of men, intrigued as men often are by two women so obvi­ously sex­u­ally attracted to each other. L___ dances with one a bit, teas­ing him then toss­ing him aside return­ing to me. I am danc­ing close with the other, L___ behind me, press­ing me against him. He says he wants to take us home and fuck us, he is bold. Sounds good, I tell him, but I men­tion that S___ would be join­ing us as well. A glim­mer in his eye tells me he wants too but his rejected friend sweeps him away. “Just the three of us tonight then”, Liz says laugh­ing. I kiss her again and tell her that the three of us will be plenty for now.

We go back to the table where S___ sits smil­ing, L___ slides her hand up my skirt as S___ leans to kiss me and stroke her breast. He sug­gests one more drink and then head­ing out. I think this is a fan­tas­tic plan. I tell L___ I have a sur­prise for her, she gives me a ques­tion­ing look, as does S___, he isn’t aware of any­thing. I give L___ a small box, a lit­tle big­ger than a bracelet box, but smaller than a tie box. She opens it slowly, curi­ously, and finds a stud­ded black leather col­lar, nicely lined, with a D-ring right in front. “It matches mine” I say. She smiles. I look to S___, who gets imme­di­ately harder in my hand, smiles and kisses me again.

You can’t flirt indef­i­nitely online. It doesn’t work. Even­tu­ally things fiz­zle out or move for­ward. This could take weeks or years, but it hap­pens. This is an (as of right now) fic­tional account of that mov­ing for­ward — in response to another account. I will not be adher­ing to the same pat­tern, only the same story.

You can’t flirt indef­i­nitely online. It doesn’t work. Even­tu­ally it gets too per­sonal. Even­tu­ally things heat up to where the blog space or social space can’t con­tain it any more. Even­tu­ally flirty pic­tures and com­ments in pub­lic spaces online become bolder and more las­civ­i­ous through email. Hints are dropped along with the mod­esty. Even­tu­ally some­one breaks the ice.

“I want to meet you”. Decision.

Assume that all agree to meet and plans are made. Assume also that time has passed in which every­one is com­fort­able enough for this to hap­pen from a remote place. Meet­ing some­one online and arrang­ing an “offline” meet­ing feels dif­fer­ent then just meet­ing some­one in a club and hav­ing it esca­late from there — it’s more inten­tional. That other kind is a story for another time. Assume all of this con­ver­sa­tion has hap­pened, pic­tures have been exchanged, rules estab­lished, desire has been stoked…

… we can begin …

A___ and I aren’t able to travel at will, so L___ gra­ciously agreed to meet us in town. After­noon flight. Check in with enough time to relax, meet up at 7… a night of…?… fly out the next day. Noth­ing lost except the flight and hotel if things go awry. A___ got a text mes­sage that after­noon: “Flight was great, hotel is great, feel­ing great, see you at seven, kiss you soon after… L”. All is ready.

We pack a bag with some things and take a cab down­town. In the bag… that comes later. Suf­fice it to say that we are more than ade­quately pre­pared for what­ever mood the evening takes. Also, A___ has dressed as requested (again, later). We’re both excited and ner­vous: we’ve shared another woman before, but this is as inten­tional as it’s got­ten for us. We’d had sev­eral hours after work but before the cab ride to talk and think. We’ve both had some Jame­son to calm our nerves and some time in bed together to calm our bod­ies. All is ready.

L___ has done her home­work and cho­sen a place that suits her well. She had wanted to meet and have a drink some­where that had danc­ing. Some­place inti­mate and dark but with the poten­tial to be crowded. All of which suited us. She men­tioned mov­ing on to din­ner after, which made me laugh — If the chem­istry we assumed was there was, there would be no din­ner until later. It wouldn’t be able to hap­pen with­out the three of us get­ting thrown out of wher­ever we went for lewd behav­ior. Best to talk and eat a lit­tle first, and then dine later when the first round of fires has been left to smolder.

We arrive at seven as planned; I nor­mally like to arrive early but real­ize that being in a some­one else’s city to meet them for the first time is a huge dis­ad­van­tage and A___ and I wanted to level the field a bit. We walked in like we would any other place and looked around — partly for a quiet booth and partly to see if we could spot L___. We found the booth first but before we could sit we were greeted qui­etly by L___ with a drink already in hand. A hand­shake for me and a quick kiss on each cheek for A___. Noth­ing improper or assum­ing. Noth­ing lin­ger­ing, We sit and order drinks and appetizers.

… small talk … drinks .… small talk … food .…

This is a point when time should be taken; to make sure things are as you expected, to add fuel to fire.

…

Con­ver­sa­tions aren’t the things that move an evening such as this for­ward. That’s always awk­ward and it’s already under­stood why every­one is here. Usu­ally the con­ver­sa­tion is used like liquor; to calm nerves and draw every­one in. Con­ver­sa­tion is a cover; It’s hands that do the talk­ing. When we sat down A___ landed in the mid­dle. It was inten­tional. As we all talked she leaned a bit on me, she was posi­tioned so that her legs could touch L____’s if L____ wanted. So that their hands could do what hands do under tables in dark restau­rants. So that they could make a con­nec­tion if they desired. They got right to work in sub­tle ways imme­di­ately: Although the con­ver­sa­tion remained light A___ and L___ were obvi­ously get­ting more com­fort­able with each other. It started when L___ sat down and allowed her legs to push up against A___’s. Even­tu­ally hands rested on laps and while fin­ger­tips stud­ied the hem lines of skirts and explored the lim­its of stock­ings. Laugh­ter brought faces closer together. A___ would play with L___’s neck under the pre­text of talk­ing jew­elry and L___ would lean into A___ in order to hear bet­ter, let­ting the lace of her bra show under her slightly open blouse.

I par­tic­i­pated in the con­ver­sa­tion and watched them flirt. I love to watch A___ and this fore­play was work­ing won­ders on me. A___ would occa­sion­ally reach down between my legs and feel my cock hard inside my blue jeans, rub me for a moment, then release. She would smile back at me right before she turned her atten­tion for­ward again. Occa­sion­ally she would kiss me, and I could see L___ out of my half closed eyes watch­ing and wish­ing… her time would come.

Once I remem­ber feel­ing A___’s hand with another one in it move onto my lap as I was being kissed. A___’s other hand had dis­ap­peared inside a skirt and L___’s eyes had closed. This lasted just a sec­ond before A___ pulled away and placed her hands on the table. Silent but smiling.

“Ready to dance?” L___ asked… A___ didn’t say any­thing, but looked at me. L___ did as well with eye­brows raised. After a moment her hand moved to A___’s neck around the hgh-neck sweater she was wear­ing in under­stand­ing and acknowl­edg­ment. She asked me to take A___ to the dance floor, and they move off after I agreed. I was left alone at the booth with my thoughts, my whiskey and a clear view of where they would be dancing.

All is ready.