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My homebase, r/polyamory, told me to crosspost here. This post is loooooong. I suggest you get a cup of cocoa if you are still interested (I'm afraid all the emotional bits are still in there). I met a cute bi girl at a BDSM munch on Friday, and told her that I always mean to attend LGBT events and never dare to go by myself, and she offered to take me to a bar on Saturday. I was nervous at hell, spent hours picking a cute, short black dress, only to leave just on time and realise it was pouring outside. I grab a non-matching overly large men's coat, get there early and dripping with my hair, which I had put up, totally fallen apart, and karups had to work up my courage for about ten minutes to dare to go inside – I have never been in a bar that literally has "homo bar" written on the outside. Then I was standing there, utterly lost, not knowing what to do, and happy as hell when my date finally appeared, looking utterly cute with her sideburn and ragged jeans. We talked for hours over Polish beer, she told me about her girlfriend of two years who had moved out overnight without a warning six months ago, about SM and Poly and all sorts of things, we decided the bar was too loud, stood outside mumbling something about tea, and ended up walking to her flat in the drizzle for nearly two hours, still talking, now about her brother who has gotten lost in drugs. Finally we were sitting in her flat drinking tea, it was infinitely awkward, talking about everything but the obvious, she asked if I wanted to stay, I stared at the floor and asked what I would be getting myself into if I did, she said nothing I wouldn't want. We sat on her bed, she played beautiful, sad songs on her guitar, singing along quietly with a shaky voice, she seemed as scared as I was. I hadn't envisioned this evening going like this, I was scared to bits, I disappeared in the bathroom for what must have been karups half an hour scrubbing at my teeth and trying to reach a degree of cleanliness approaching that of a shower without making a single noise, then realised my nails where ridiculously long and remembered the one thing I had gathered from r/actuallesbians, grabbed her nail clipper and shortened them, was sure she would notice and feel it was awfully forward, came back to the room and literally hid underneath the blanket. She said she would love to kiss me, but wasn't sure if I wanted to. When I stayed silent, she said "But you have kissed a girl before, right?" and I turned beetroot red and said, no, I haven't, I have always just fallen in love with girls from a distance, I have never done anything with any girl whatsoever. And I am awfully shy about kissing, that I often play with and have sex with people long before I kiss them. She said that I looked terrified and asked whether I just wanted to go to sleep, I nodded, we turned of the light and were lying there. At some point, I dared to hold hands with her. Then I was stroking along her arm, her skin felt so incredibly soft, and she was stroking along mine, I lightly touched her eyelids and her lips with my hands, stroked along the back of her neck and bit her lightly. I asked her if she would take her top of and she did, and I carried on touching her lightly, wanting to touch her breasts but not daring to. Finally I did, and they felt incredible, so soft, I could hold them in my hands and lick her nipples, and it felt indescribable, they became hard and I could bite them lightly and hear her moaning. Hell, I am going to get nowhere if I carry on telling the story like this. But it felt like there was so much in each moment. There were so many little things that surprised me, her hair brushing over my breasts when she kissed them, the way she touched me down there (I have the feeling most guys basically think that an experience as close to a penis as possible is best, and that is how they have always touched me... She was basically massaging me with the palm of her hand on the outside, with an angle I couldn't have done myself, and it was amazing.) I went down on her, and the way she felt and tasted, and even how strange my tongue felt afterwards was precious. And we scissored. (Fucking scissored! I thought that was a strange hetero myth, I didn't know what she was heading for at first. And it felt amazing!) And she fingered me and I came, and we finally fell asleep in each others arms at six in the morning, knowing that I was invited for brunch at 11. I am going to have to invent fake names at this point, otherwise you guys are going to get lost. My FWB-gone-boyfriend of six months, "James" (I love it!) and his live-in girlfriend of four years, "Lisa", a slim redhead with milky white skin, had his married long-distance girlfriend of ten years, blonde "Sarah" over, as well as his exgirlfriend, "Julie", because a mutual friend of theirs was getting married in town on Saturday. And he had said that this was a perfect opportunity for a brunch for me to get to meet the other relevant women in his life. Of course I know Lisa (we are pretty good friends meanwhile, plotting behind his back), and I had met Sarah once, but hadn't ever seen Julie except on pictures. Sarah's husband, John, who is also Julies boyfriend, was also over, as well as Julies girlfriend, but he and Julies girlfriend had to fly back in the afternoon because they both had to work on Monday morning. I was late for brunch, still overwhelmed by what had happened the night beforehand, and trying to detail as much as possible to James and Lisa without everyone else overhearing, I felt that the night had changed everything. After breakfast, James, Lisa and purevolume.com I cuddled on the couch together for the first time – so far, Lisa and I have always been very cautious around one another, and we had only recently discussed that we were more relaxed now and that cuddling together would be nice. Sarah looked over at some point and asked "Why aren't you guys having sex yet?". We were googly-eyed, Lisa said we have only just negotiated cuddling recently. Sarah walked out, and returned in a fishnet dress – something James has a huge fetish for. She lay done next to Lisa, who started stroking her, and I totally lost it, telling them what the hell, I have never had a threesome before, let alone a foursome, I have never made out with a girl until the night before, what the fuck is happening. I said I needed to go to the bathroom and disappeared, and walking out of the bathroom again was caught by James, who said he wanted to talk for a minute, and we sat in his bedroom and he asked whether I was ok and what I wanted and apologized, and I said I didn't know, I had agreed to breakfast, what on earth was happening here, I didn't want to disturb what they were doing, but I honestly didn't know if I wanted to or could participate. He said he had thought we would have breakfast as well, and should have figured that Sarah would be up to no good. In the end we walked upstairs again, Sarah changed back into normal clothing and we talked, and it seemed like the afternoon would take a more familiar turn. Sarah and Julie went out, and James and I went into his room at some point and had utterly amazing sex (though there was a strange moment where I was confused that he so clearly wasn't female), I finally felt like telling him I love him, but didn't quite dare. Then he slept for a bit and Lisa and I sat in the living room, doing girl chit chat, giggling, drinking tea and reading books. Then Sarah came back from a shopping trip with Julie, and said she had a sex toy she wanted to try out. Julie said she was game. Sarah said she would need Lisas help. I was getting googly eyes again, and they said I don't have to do anything, though of course I am welcome to watch. I said fine. Sarah was back in her fishnet dress. Lisa said she'd love to go for a partner look, and returned in a fishnet body, a beautiful karups one that made her look like a leopard. Julia got undressed, I felt awkward being the only one still in normal everyday clothing, Lisa said that was perfectly fine, but if I wanted, I could also get some fishnet... What she gave me was a little piece of nothing, but it looked amazing on me, it had a romantic, intricate pattern, all three of them said it looked amazing, and when James came into the living room, his jaw pretty much dropped. The sex toy was a vibrating, monstrously huge buttplug with an attached doggy tail. Sarah was masturbating Julie to keep her calm, while Lisa was massaging her, and slipping first one, then two and three fingers in her butt, finally four. That bloody toy still seemed like an impossibility. Julie was whimpering, while Sarah upgraded to a magic wand and Lisa was calming her and working at it, looking awfully skilled in her movements. In between, she would ask me to fetch lube or towels, as I had a free home made fuck movies hand, and ask if I was feeling alright. When it was finally in, Julie was making high-pitched noises and seemed frightened and in awful pain, and Lisa hugged her and calmed her down, until she said she thought she was able to crawl with it in, still with low whimps, with James laughing and asking her if her ass was hurting. She was crawling around the room naked, the little doggy tail sticking out of her butt, it looked cute as hell, and Sarah was videotaping it with her phone and asking her to bark. She looked incredibly ashamed, but she did. They took the toy out, then Julie put her head in Sarahs lap, pushing up against a vibrator, while James fucked her in the mouth, making her gag over and over, and Lisa was working Sarahs breasts. I thought Julie was going to vomit, she grabbed for my hand and held it tight, and then pushed herself just a little closer to me, moaning, looking at me with his dick in her mouth. 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It is strange considering what was going on beside her, but I had a hard time taking my eyes of her, she was so very beautiful and fascinating, and we were looking at each other, stroking through our hair, and she asked if she could finger me and I said yes, and she did until I came. I said I love magic wands, and then James held me and told her to not stop using it no matter how much I squirmed, and they made me come over and over again, he held my mouth closed tight so I wouldn't scream so loudly that I would wake all the neighbours. Then Julie gave him a blowjob, this time a loving, playful one, while I was kissing and biting his nipples, when she hugged herself to him she said "you smell of Polly, it's wonderful" then she rode him with a mischievous grin on her face and finally he fucked her near senseless while she was hopelessly holding on to my hand, they both came together and looked utterly beautiful. In the end, we were all cuddling in the bed, James in the middle, Lisa and Sarah to his right, Julie to his left, me with my head between her breasts, all four of us with entwined hands on James tummy, he had his arms around Julie and was stroking my hair, she and I were holding each other with the other arms, and we were all whispering and laughing, James mumbling something about the fact that it wasn't even his birthday, and Julie telling me about books that make her cry and kissing me on the forehead. They asked me to stay the night, but I had to leave to take my medication which was still at home, hugged Julie for a long time – she said she desperately hopes she will see me again – James brought me to the door and kissed me goodnight. I met my live-in boyfriend in the subway on the way to our karups home, and said he wouldn't believe what had gone done this weekend. I still don't. 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One night when we were all out, she had grabbed my hand instead of his, as he was across the table and had way too much to drink, and there were many people. I knew it was her way of dealing with nervousness. And I felt good being able to relax her. But it only added to my jealousy. Liz was short, about 5 5. Her straight brown hair had been long in college, but she had cut it shorter as she began her career. The sensible cut barely reached her neck. She also had beautiful breasts. I’d made it a rule to not masturbate to my women friends, but in Liz’s case the thought had reached out unbidden several times that it would be wonderful to see them. But I kept my eyes from wandering when I was ever around her, and mostly never thought of her as a girlfriend I wish I had. She was just my funny, smart, close, friend, and the girlfriend of another one of my very good friends. Late in the summer we all got together on a Saturday for a house party at my friend Rob’s. There were about 20 people there, mostly from college, some the newly-acquired SOs and friends of the core group. There wasn’t much dancing or music, but there was a liberal amount of drinking and card-playing and good times. We’re all sort of nerds, so not a ton of dancing, but some definite enthusiasm whenever a great song came on. It was a great way to spend a summer night. The hours passed and I saw Liz and Aditya on the couch, Liz reaching to hold his hand, and I smirked and felt great care for both of them. It’s so nice when your friends act in ways you can recognize. Aditya got up to go to the bathroom and I came over and said hi. When Liz greeted me as I sat down beside her, and we talked, I felt her hand reach for mine. Embarrassingly, I had thought about it. I knew I wanted her hand in mine. Aditya came back about 10 minutes later and laughed – we were all comfortable – "just keeping your seat warm," I said, and he slid in to rejoin her. 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At any moment she could see me for the lame idiot I knew I was, reject me, utterly destroy me, so I had to constantly seduce her, constantly stay strong and commanding. There was this one night we drove out to a goth bar together. "Love’s Secret Domain" came on and we danced and it was… Strangely choreographed. My body moved in ways it never had, and she was in sync with me. The song ended, she turned to me and said: "What was that?" I felt the same… Like best amateur galleries a strange spell had washed over us, controlled us, and then lifted as the song ended. She had me over one night and showed me the movie "9½ Weeks" about an obsessive relationship between two people. I could see the relation but it seemed trite compared to this peculiar thing we had. Sexy stories are supposed to end with someone cumming, some kind of climax, but this is the story of a relationship, not just a unique fuck. And it’s a relationship that ended. So what I can tell you is this: one day we were talking and I suddenly realized I had to stop calling her. Again, I don’t know why. The same force that put us together seemed to be moving inside of me, telling me quite firmly that it was time to stop. Some time later I was feeling insecure about myself, called her to reconnect, and we got together. It was nice but it wasn’t… There was seduction, there was connection, it felt good, but it felt normal. And for us, normal was all wrong. I mean let’s face it: I was still a messed up guy trying to figure out what the hell he wanted out of life. I really had no idea, no direction. She was a brilliant career-minded woman. So despite my wanting to warm myself by her flame, in the end, it couldn’t work. I wanted it back very, very badly but… Well, it’s best for her sake that it didn’t work out, frankly. It was years and years before I found peace with this one and found a way to let her go. There had been magic, most certainly, but it was over, and it was my foolish insecurities that wanted it back. By the time I finally "grew up" years later and stopped being so insecure I realized that what we had had run its course, and I was okay with that. Sadly, in the year that followed that deep impulse that things had to stop, I still called her, got together with her when I really shouldn’t have, obsessed over her in the worst way possible, and then was forced to reject her for the sake of another relationship. I made it messy. It was my fault it ended that way. Fuck… I mean this is something I’ve never even put free amateur nude galleries in a private journal. Having all of this in print… My hands feel a bit shaky. And you know what’s weird? I feel like she’s reading this right now. Like that old magic will somehow bring her to this post, despite us not having had any contact literally for decades. Hi "E". 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