Bedroom Closet

I thought I would share a dream I had not too long ago. I think it really entered my head after read­ing some stuff we’d writ­ten a while ago. Also, A___ has really been on this par­tic­u­lar ben­der; when asked if she would pre­fer i find her another woman or another man for valen­tines day she said man. These things change of course. That’s “nows” posi­tion. Anyway.

I have some vague rec­ol­lec­tion of dream­ing about pick­ing him up in a bar near our house. I remem­ber images of he and A___ laugh­ing at some­thing. I remem­ber that we even­tu­ally invited him to sit with us. We all talked a lot and hit it off. I don’t know how we got on the sub­ject of sex but we did. We talked about bisex­u­al­ity in men — he shared my par­tic­u­lar aver­sion to self-proclaimed “100% straight men”. We talked about three­somes and he was inter­ested in sex with a man and a woman.

He didn’t know A___ had been wear­ing a col­lar under­neath her sweater all evening. That’s not why she was so agree­able — a state­ment he made to me at one point to which I replied that she wanted to be a toy.

“So really this is about you and I hav­ing sex and her help­ing and being used as we see fit.”

“Yes”

“Cool”

Things seemed right as we con­tin­ued to con­verse, A___ and I gave each other the nod, rules were estab­lished; we packed up and headed for our house.

It was dark in the liv­ing room when we got home except for light com­ing in from the street; seduc­tive in the amount you could see and the amount still hid­den. Moments like this are always awk­ward — where to begin. I thought it best to let our guest know a few more things about how A___ we be a toy. I did this by grab­bing the D-ring of her col­lar and using it to drag her to her knees fac­ing us. His eye­brows shot up but I could see him smile in the dim light in under­stand­ing and desire. His hand ten­ta­tively reached out to stroke her hair to no resis­tance. I guided her face to the bulge in my jeans.

“She’ll do what­ever we tell her to within the con­fines of the rules. She responds to being moved by this ring or her hair. We can also tie her up if you want, but I don’t think we’ll need to. If you need your hands she has a leash. How would you like to begin?”

“Will she undress me?”

I hooked his fin­ger around the D-ring of her col­lar. “Why don’t you give it a shot while I go to the bath­room. Take it slow”

…

When I walked back into the liv­ing room I saw that so far she had only removed his shirt. He was obvi­ously enjoy­ing the feel­ing of her hands and lips as she moved back down to her knees, kiss­ing his chest and stom­ach on the way down. He had let go of her col­lar but held her hair in a loose pony­tail like I do. A nat­ural. He smiled when I came back and as I got closer he moved the hand hold­ing her pony­tail into mine. I sig­naled for him to hold it by mov­ing my hand instead to his chest and my lips to his neck. Her responded by turn­ing his body into mine, pulling A___’s head towards the bulges in both our pants. “You should con­tinue what you were doing, except for both of us” he said before pulling my face up to kiss me.

I could feel A___’s lips on my stom­ach and her hands on my belt as I melted into him…

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