An Offer to Refuse???

I was under an Almond tree, herbally refreshed, when I accepted that I missed being made love to by a Big Man. Why?......cause fulfillment comes with that formula. All your concerns about pleasing him become fodder for him to feed from and he takes you to the moon and back and if you're lucky, up again. He allows you to take him on a journey with your lips and tongue and relaxes under you for as long as you can stand to be the giver of pleasure.

Being a weak being, I opted for a lesser evil than getting the real thing from the man I really wanted but who is…so very bad for me. I played ‘phone buddy’ with a very experienced Him who was many, many miles to the North away.....Thank God. We spoke about better times and good vibes to come in this new year.

We had started as bredrens so he knew enough about me to not take me too seriously, which leaves us to indulge in each other only when its absolutely necessary, when all other options have failed. It’s a symbiotic relationship, I like to think, and he knows so well what to do with my body.

As we chatted he divulged that he always regretted not giving me the one fantasy which has occupied my mind from my first sexual experience… "A threesome" …mmmm. Every partner I’ve ever had knows this….but he, with his permission slip from his wife to do as he pleases as long as he straps up, and his slip to her demanding likewise…he was the only one who came close to fulfilling this dream, an uninhibited soul sexually. Built like a brick wall, he stands 6 ft tall and wears a swagger that shouts from the mountain tops, “I ARE THE ONE” who can bend and eventually break you in.

This man was a carbon copy of my wild side…he and wifey swing, dabble in toys, sex clubs…..you name it. They enjoy every moment of their wedded bliss and this made him off-limits…ish. I’ve always felt that I would get too caught up with the lifestyle and secure a place in Hell with him. He knows how to treat a woman though…all her needs taken care of… provided she asked…that was another problem cause a man shouldn’t allow a woman to stoop to such lows. For a proud girl like me I prefer to not feel like I’m begging. It is understood that men are not mind readers, so they have no idea about what a woman wants or needs unless you tell them, and in some instances you do, however this too still feels like begging. So, in a relationship, I opt for a fix which involves a monthly allowance and in return, I try to keep it interesting sexually.

Anyway, he talked me through a cum and as I regained composure, we settled into an all too familiar grove of banter about who made who cum the most when we were together. It was then that I realized that I missed him…somewhat.

Not being one to sit idly by when a ‘vibes tek mi’, I suggested we rekindle the flame… We agreed that I would fly up one weekend and he would sample me alone for the first day and as a part of a sandwich the next……I got wet immediately.

Do I have reservations…Yes…the health threat is one, but the temptation is so great….then there’s the fact that I may not be as good a condiment in the mix…and the blow that would be to my ego….but the allure is soooo great....

In the end we decided that the threesome would be at my request…I’ll think on it. One thing I know though, I will leave my encounter with him satisfied…the fire extinguished…I would rest in the after glow of him in and on me and I will be spent…just the way I like it to be….the rest would just be gravy.