It’s a bit of a chal­lenge to get back in the sad­dle after not writ­ing for so long. A com­mon prob­lem and the down­fall of many a blog to be sure.

This isn’t due to a lack of sex — we’ve had no short­age of that since everyone’s got­ten healthy again.

It’s also not a result of a lack of imag­i­na­tion. I wish there were a sim­ple way for me to pry open my head and give you a peek at the thoughts inside. I think I could make you blush.

There’s the wait­ress and how deli­cious she and A___ would look spend­ing the evening in slow reverie.

There’s the more adven­tur­ous girl who is ready and will­ing to get and give orders.

There’s the guy that knows how to be a full third, giv­ing and tak­ing plea­sure for A___ and I

There’s these bind­ings on our bed.

There are cam­eras for stop motion and mov­ing pictures.

There’s no short­age of things to write about,

So we begin here, mostly for me as a list of things rolling around wait­ing to come out.

Recently I received a ques­tion. An e-mail which inquired what was required to be the third, what needed to hap­pen in order for this gen­tle­man to join S___ and I. The ques­tion raised a cou­ple of thoughts for me. Some very pleas­ant thoughts. In the world as it should be, where I get what I want, I’d have a few dif­fer­ent peo­ple to join our bed. S___ is always in the pic­ture, he is my love, he is the one I want to wake up to every day. On those occa­sions when we would like to have another player three par­tic­u­lar types come to mind.

Soft curves and smiles. A woman to curl up with and kiss. A woman to taste and explore. That com­bi­na­tion of friend and lover that I have in S___, just as a woman instead. Plea­sur­ing each other in sub­tle ways, know­ing how to make each other cum. Fin­gers, and tongues, and lips, con­stantly teas­ing. I can feel her hands mov­ing down my back, fol­low­ing her tongue; she traces my spine before stop­ping gen­tly kiss­ing the small of my back. The process repeats as she turns me over; start­ing at my mouth and work­ing her way down, tak­ing each nip­ple into her mouth, lick­ing down my sides, kiss­ing my waist. She gen­tly mas­sages my thighs before kiss­ing them, spread­ing my legs before her, peek­ing up towards me as she slowly slips her tongue into the soft folds of my pussy…

We would please each other through­out the night, S___ play­ing at times, just us at oth­ers, before we pass out, curled around each other until we wake for breakfast…

Another woman would join us on occa­sion. Just as sen­sual, just as smooth and soft, but with a lit­tle more of an edge. S___ and I would both be active with her, she wouldn’t have it any other way. She ties me up and teases me with toys, she uses me for her plea­sure first before bring­ing me to the edge. Dom­i­nate to me, she sub­mits to S___, fol­low­ing his instruc­tions on how to spank, how to order, when to stop, and when to switch. She likes to play both sides when we play. As S___ fucks me from behind she posi­tons her­self to her advan­tage, spread­ing her legs so that my face meets her pussy with every thrust. With S___’s per­mis­sion she holds me where she likes as I lick and suck her as I’m fucked. She pushes hard into me as she cums and then moves around to watch S___ pound into me. Her mouth is every­where, my nipp­ples are sucked hard, my mouth kissed, I feel her tongue on my pussy as S___’s cock slides in and out. He slows so that she can taste the two of us. S___ tells us he wants to cum in my mouth, lies back on the bed and pulls my face to his cock. Is i suck his long shaft she toys with his balls, tak­ing them into her mouth then switch­ing to suck­ing on my pussy. She slips between my legs and pulls me down to sit on her face as I suck S___ harder and harder. Soon he is fill­ing my mouth with his hot cum as shock waves hit my body from her mouth. All spent we fall back to the bed. My fin­gers play with her pussy as she gets up, kiss­ing us both before get­ting her things, thank­ing us for a great evening, and head­ing home for the night.

The man in our bed must be ver­si­tile. He likes women and men, he knows how to fol­low a lead. Some­where between both women. He is attracted to S___ as well as me and has no prob­lem pleas­ing both. His hands and mouth and cock are tools. They some­times use me as only a prop as he and S___ enjoy each other, other times I am the focus. I am to take care of both of them with my mouth, my hand, my pussy, my ass. They kiss each other and then move to me, one nip­ple each as my hands work on them. Two cocks at my mouth tak­ing turns fuck­ing my face. They move me to use the part they want. S___ has me ride him as he sucks our friends cock. I’m fucked from every angle in every way. There is always a cock in some­ones mouth, a pussy stuffed, an ass played with. Things blur as I am used and shared until all of us are done and I am cov­ered in cum…until a cock stiff­ens again…

In a per­fect world of course…

I knew S___ liked her from the time she came to the table. He was imme­di­ately charm­ing, mak­ing her laugh, giv­ing rea­sons for her to stay. So was I. Just what we both like. Not too tall, not too short. Soft and curvy, long hair, great smile. She was a lot like me in many ways.

It was a slight dis­ap­point­ment to find out this adorable lit­tle wait­ress was good friends to the peo­ple we were meet­ing. Some lines we dont cross. Too close to friends is somthing we dont want to take the chance on, espe­cially work friends. We would have tried to take he home though. All night I was look­ing for rea­sons to touch her, to see if that spark was there. Had she not been a friend we would have stayed, chat­ted, bought a few drinks then asked if she’d like to go home with us.

I laughed at S___ in the car when he men­tioned how cute she was. I teased him about how I could tell he was lust­ing after her. When he told me it wasn’t just for him I knew he was speak­ing the truth. He could see us together. I could see us together. It would prob­a­bly begin with just she and I, S___ enjoy­ing the view. Time would go on though and I imag­ine he would be a part soon enough.

Kiss­ing her would be the start. We would laugh as our glasses bumped, hav­ing for­got­ten to take them off in that first bold move. Pas­sion would move in quickly though. A pos­si­ble new expe­ri­ence for her would feel good, feel right, and as I pull the comb out of her hair to let it down she would move closer to me and we would be lips and hands.

Shy­ness at the begin­ning for both of us as our hands explored each other. Cup­ping a breast as we kiss, press­ing up against each other, hands on thighs, hands mov­ing down each oth­ers backs. S___ ends up guid­ing us towards what we both want but her shy­ness is con­ta­gious. His hands envelop mine and move them to her waist as we stand, guid­ing them to the bot­tom of her shirt, mov­ing them to feel the naked skin of her waist, up her ribcage, around to her back and then boldly brush­ing over a nip­ple hard from excite­ment not cold. Her move­ments echo mine with­out prompting.

As I kiss her neck I pull up her shirt slowly, paus­ing my kisses only to slip it over her head, resum­ing them quickly and mov­ing down to her breasts. Soft white mounds, push­ing at her bra, peek­ing out of the top as her breath­ing gets heav­ier. I trace the exposed curves with tiny kisses as I feel her lift­ing my shirt…

The morn­ings have been our oppor­tu­nity lately.  Wak­ing up with you warm beside me, feel­ing you get­ting hard pressed against me, feel­ing your hands roam across my hips and breasts.

Being sick has kept us exhausted, but some­times in the morn­ing there is a break.

A time when sleep still holds us but the heat between us dri­ves.  You slide your hard cock inside me and it feels as if its been for­ever.  My body still so tired still responds to you as you pull me on top.   I ride you slowly and it takes lit­tle time for me to cum, pant­ing, out of breath, want­ing the feel­ing.  As I cum I am near silent, enjoy­ing the plea­sure that melts me, exhausted from the small amount of energy exerted.

You cum almost as quickly, almost as qui­etly, fill­ing me before rolling over and falling back into a well deserved sleep.

Dreams float in my head as I drift off again as well.  Thoughts of how fan­tas­tic it will feel to be back to myself fill me, think­ing of how we should cel­e­brate when that energy returns.

We know, we know.… It’s been a while. We’ve been fight­ing the same thing as every­one else it seems; “that” cold. You know tone. We’ve been trad­ing it for the past few weeks and have only recently begun to feel that type of frisky that leads to posts here. Thanks for stop­ping by and thanks for stick­ing with us.

Also: Sorry for the late Sug!