Well my dear invisible blogisphere you will love this entry…actually more accurately I will love this entry!
Last Thursday I decided to man up and take that brave first step into single dome; the infamous and frightening first night out on the town as a single, vulnerable and lets be honest a not completely recovered from your last relationship woman.
So I put on my best pair of dark denim, ass hugging can’t breath jeans, a aqua blue three quarter button down shirt (with only two of the buttons strategically buttoned for effect) and headed out. Almost forgot I had on killer Yves St. Laurent purple suede stiletto’s. Ouch!
Side note. Shoes are my thing. Don’t get me wrong, I am not Carrie Bradshaw, never will be, never want to be, never could be. I am about 100 pounds heavier (maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the drift). Live in Chicago. And well….the list could keep going…about the only major thing we do have in common is SHOES. But I think all hot blooded women love their shoes. And today’s blog entry isn’t about shoes. So I will save that for another day. Sorry ladies:)
I am looking pretty good, and feeling even better. I am meeting my best friend Shayna. We are meeting at a pretty hip bar/restaurant in a trendy neighborhood which is known for good looking men. As you know if you are reading this I am NOT looking for a man, and definitely NOT looking for a relationship, but there’s no harm is window shopping right?
So I beat Shayna and grab a seat at the bar. Geez! I haven’t done this in a while and I’m freaking out! I’m nervous, sweating and feeling anything but confident and hot. I feel like everyone in the place is starring at me like “look at the girl sitting there by herself”. “Gee what a loser”. etc. etc. I tell myself it is a good exercise in stretching myself, and struck up a conversation with the bus boy. My friend soon arrives and we have dinner.
After dinner, and several rum and diets, we end up back at the bar. We soon are chatted up by two gentlemen. We will call them “Steve” and “Eric”.
Steve is a paramedic, who is wearing a blues brothers shirt, and “Eric” who is a Firemen is wear a powder blue collared knit tee shirt. They seem nice enough and we fall into easy conversation. It seems that Shayna and Steve are hitting it off, so I make small talk with Eric. By this point I am pretty blotto and from my sense Eric could really give two shits about what I was saying or doing, but “hey” I thought “I was taking one for the team” since Shayna and Steve seemed to be genuinely hitting it off.
About 12am rolls around and this is where things go to shit. I am still hazy as to how this all exactly went down, but it went something like this.
Shayna went out for a cigarette. I was left with “the dynamic duo” we start talking about sex whatever, pretty innocent stuff etc. etc., Shayna comes back states she needs to leave, her contacts are bothering her whatever. She leaves me hanging with these two guys we met an hour ago. So I’m totally shit faced and talking with these guys, then someone how, still unclear exactly how the conversation came up, but they informed me that they had participated in several threesomes. And that in fact that is how they came about to be called the “dynamic duo”, both with smiles that resembled the chesire cat from Alice in Wonerland.
Now my inquisitive nature took over and I simply could not pass by this opportunity to learn as much as possibly about these men and frankly the women that participate with them.
Apparently the situation varied from intercourse, to mutual masturbation to even double penetration. They were very clear that they were always very respectful of the woman’s wishes, that she was in control at all times. That really they were there to please her. Not the other way around….sounded like bullshit to me.
Needless to say I was floored. I can honestly say that I had never heard of anything like this before.
I had so many questions for them. I felt it was my duty not only for my blog, but as a student of life to invite them back to my place to continue to learn about their story.
So there are best friends. They have been participating in this “extra circular activity” for years. They contend that they are completely heterosexual, that they do not get off on seeing each others penises, or touching each other, in fact in most cases they never even touch. They said it’s no different then if you saw each other naked in the locker room. They said the only time that “the rules” get a bit dicey is with d.p. since they are both touching and are in quite close perimeters.
I also found it amazing that they never had any problems of jealousy, or awkwardness. I would think that a man would get possessive of a women and visa versa. Especially since some of these women one or both of them were dating at one time or another. Maybe it just takes a particular kind of man?
After about an hour of interrogating these men on my couch, I was both intrigued, turned on (I won’t lie), confused and horrified. I couldn’t decided if these women really had no respect or confidence for themselves. Did they need ultimate validation of sleeping with two men at once. Or if this was really the ultimate form of woman’s liberation. A woman being able to say this is what I want. So I am going to get it, and be in control. I think I am leaning towards the latter?
By now it’s about 3 and I’m exhausted I can tell Steve has only one thing on his mind, and I am clearly not down with that. I just was not interested in have sex especially not having sex with two cocks! Forget about this blog and that I just met them. So Steve comes to my rescue and says lets just cuddle.
Thanks Steve!
Anyway we are all cuddling, and it’s surprisingly quite nice. He’s rubbing my head, and petting me, Eric is rubbing my feet. I’m feeling a bit like Cleopatra or some other exotic Queen, and then Steve starts to kiss me, and I mean really kiss me.
Things get pretty hazy from there but lets just say that I do not have to reset the count on my blog:), I believe this is day 13…but we all had fun. I felt in control, and as corny and cliche as it sounds almost worshiped at times.
I don’t regret it. It will not happen again. But it is definitely a life experience I will not forget. I guess this is a virtual thank you note to the “dynamic duo”. HA!
For now take care non exsistent reader.
