Month: November 2013

November 13, 2013

Threesome Memoirs: Crazy Men

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crazy menLet’s face it, most men are overly possessive and hyper sexual.  I say that knowing that the majority of my readers are men.  I also say that knowing my best friend, lover, and soulmate, is a man, and yes, he is also overly possessive and hyper sexual.  For me, it’s a good fit.  I can keep up with him sexually and the possessiveness makes me feel safe and secure.  If he weren’t as possessive, I would feel unwanted.  If he weren’t as sexual, I would feel unsexy and undesired.  Like I said, for me, it works.  For some women?  It absolutely does NOT work.

Why am I making these broad generalizations about men in my Threesome Memoirs?  You could guess that this is the section where I break down the different issues I am having with Ryan and him being too possessive, which for me, makes me uncomfortable meeting new people.   You’d guess wrong.  This is the section where I realize that the Internet and my local area are filled with men who literally want to save me from the wrath of my bad husband, my bad decisions, and my wanting a threesome.  Yes, men I do not know want to save me from all my bad choices I’ve made up until this point.  Does that make sense?

The Bluetooth Truth Whisperer:
Listen sweetie, I understand you are confused.  I get it.  I’ve learned that most women on dating sites searching for threesomes or another partner of the same sex, really just aren’t happy at home and disguise their needs behind any drastic change.  You’re bisexual because it’s the safest way for you to step out of your relationship.  Trust me, I get you.  Don’t suffer with him any longer sweetheart, you’re too beautiful to be unhappy.  Sincerly yours, your next man.”

Sometimes the truth is just too hard to face and The Bluetooth Truth Whisperer just hit me in the face with a pound of knowledge.  I had a few decisions to make in my response.  I could either say (option A) “Thanks for your input, I will take into consideration what you said before I move forward with the different decisions I am making in my current relationship.”   I could say, (option B) “I’m a big girl, I think I got this.  As you are learning about the different female personalities on dating websites have you learned anything about yourself?  What exactly do you hope to accomplish, as a man, browsing dating websites talking to different women who are looking for threesomes or bisexual experiences with other women?”  Or I could say, (option C) nothing and totally ignore his original message.  Option C is soooo boring and doesn’t sound like much fun.  I went with option A for now, because I have a weird feeling that I can easily follow up with option B in a later correspondence.  Plus option A makes for a juicer blog because I’m saving each message for our readers.

bluetoothThe Bluetooth Truth Whisperer:
I’m glad you can appreciate sound advice when you see it, sweetie.  Listen, if I were your man you would never have to worry about needing another woman or a threesome.  In fact, I find it disrespectful that a man would even suggest or be okay with having a threesome in the first place.  One woman is more than enough, especially when a man can appreciate everything he can do with one, like I do.  A woman needs to be cherrished and taken care of.  I can tell you are totally unhappy, but don’t think this is your fault.  It’s not.  You’re gorgeous and something tells me we have a lot more in common than you think.  Here is my personal email *******.******@gmail.com.   Also, here’s a picture of me as well.”

That is not the picture he sent, but it is extremely close.

So, if you are following along, I have now gone from exploring the option of meeting another woman and possibly having a threesome with my husband, to outright cheating with a black man that proudly wears a bluetooth in public.  Well, this definitely wasn’t in my plans, but I think the Bluetooth Truth Whisperer has different ideas.  Of course, I show Ryan the messages and picture.  He laughs and suggests I email him personally to see his next move.  Ryan’s reasoning, “This guy has all the moves you read about in those movies and shit.  You know, the ones where in the end he has your mouth sewn to another woman’s ass and is calling you a Human Centipede?  Maybe we can save a life by investigating further.”   I agree.

So I emailed him from a joint account I share with Ryan, “That’s a cool photo.  You know what they say about guys who wear bluetooths in public right?  Anyway, thanks for your messages, I have talked to my husband and we both agree that I’d rather keep pursuing a woman than email back and forth with a stranger about how my current relationship leaves me unhappy.  Thanks for your input though.”

The Bluetooth Truth Whisperer:
Why would you talk to your husband?  He is the one that left you unhappy in the first place.   Sweetheart, you still have so much more to learn.  A beautiful girl like you can be manipulated pretty easily so try to stay focused.  I know you are smart or else you wouldn’t have written me back to begin with.  Seriously, think about my first message to you, ok?  You are searching for something more and it isn’t a woman or a threesome.  Maybe you should call me and we can discuss this?  (***) ***-****.  Or at the least, text me so we can talk more direct.”

Ryan actually caught this email before me, as we both have access to the same account.  He sent me a text message and explained that the guy actually had his real name saved in his preferences, so when he wrote back it shows his actual name.  After a quick google search, I had his facebook account.  Sure enough, it was The Bluetooth Truth Whisperer.   The one thing he was definitely telling the truth about, we had a lot more in common than I thought.  He was married with kids.

Oh Facebook and Google, you cock blocking bastards.

So, I wrote back one final time, “Hey ******, the pictures of your wife and kids on your Facebook page look nice.  I’m sure your wife appreciates you browsing dating websites helping and counseling unhappy women such as myself.  Maybe I should contact her and thank her for having such a loving and giving husband.  Also, my sound advice to you?  Do not take selfies with a bluetooth in your ear.  Sincerly yours, your next fail.”

The Bluetooth Truth Whisperer:
For one, that’s not me in the picture.  Do you really think I am that dumb to use my real name or photo?   You will be harassing the wrong person.  Please leave me alone because I have zero tolerance for ignorance and stupid people.”

And that was the end of my correspondence with the Bluetooth Truth Whisperer.

You know, when I started writing today I had a few other men in mind I wanted to mention, but I just realized, this is plenty.  This was not the last time this technique was used, but the approach varies.  From helpful to angry, from hateful to anything just to get you to respond.  Once you respond, the guy will either send a cock photo or a selfie.  I am unsure if the cock photo is more of a way for them to get self gratification?  Like, “Fuckin’ A, she just saw my gosh damn cock and had no choice!  Fuck yea!”  Or men think that just by showing a woman his cock, just once, we will totally be brainwashed to want them forever.

Wrong.

November 12, 2013

Threesome Memoirs: Angry Lesbians and Studs

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First off, every picture in my profile is mine and real.

A little about me?  I’m friendly and a great listener.   I’d be just as happy making a new bisexual female friend as I would finding a partner for a threesome.  I think simple flirting can be fun and sexy.  I am married, bisexual, and not looking to hook up with another woman for a lesbian relationship / experience.  To clarify, I am bisexual, not lesbian, and I’m only looking for bisexual experiences, not lesbian.  I am not comfortable meeting or hooking up without my husband, but his role can be limited so everyone is comfortable. If you prefer to just chat, e-mail, or text, you will only talk with me, the lady. Before exchanging more photos, I’d prefer to talk on the phone to make sure I know who I am texting or emailing.  After phone verification, we do not have to talk again until both parties agree.

If anyone is interested, please send a message. I am not interested in couples, men, or studs. Serious ladies only please.

The last thing I ever expected when listing my threesome ad on a dating website was that I would piss off a bunch of angry lesbians and studs.  What’s a stud?  A stud is a lesbian woman that acts and dresses like a man.   Being that some of them look so much like men, unless an actual man was gay and attracted to girls that look like men, a stud usually only hooks up with ladies.  The ultimate lesbians.  I am unsure if studs hook up with other studs, but they do run in packs and I am sure they “run trains” on other more feminine females.  You know, like men do.  I’d say most of the emails below came from local studs, but  I could be wrong.

I write this with a smile on my face as I really do not want to upset an entire community, but I just didn’t expect the backlash I would get from not wanting to hook up with another woman alone.

“How are you going to dangle your dirty Asian pussy in our faces and say you are bisexual but you do not want to hook up with a woman alone?  You have some fucking nerve bitch.  How about you let the real bitches hook up with the horny housewives and you just sit at home and kick cans.”

I didn’t respond to this message because quite frankly, it scared me.  I mean, usually I try to respond to everyone and be as friendly as possible, but I think the fact I existed pissed off this lady.

 “I hope you washed that bench after you were done sitting on it, you Mexican skank.  You couldn’t handle a bitch like me  alone anyway.  So yea, stay behind your hubby for protection.”

This may actually be the same person as the first message, but since I ignored it, she decided to write again on a seperate email.   I have no idea, but this time I replied.  “Don’t worry, I washed the bench with your mother’s tongue.”  Like I said, I try to be friendly as possible.  I wanted this person to know that I care about the environment and I would never leave a bench dirty with my skank juice.   I even let her know her own mom helped me save the planet.

“Yo shawty, I garuntee ya dude cant beat it up like me.  You evr been with a stud?  Aint no cock but Ill leave you walkin funny fa realz.  Fuck ya man, all you need is me shawty.  Holla at me.”

I didn’t reply to this one either, because I’ve seen “Locked Up” and know how these gangster stud women turn out girls like myself.  Not that I plan on robbing a bank one day or anything, but just in case I do end up locked up, I don’t want to run into this girl.  Seriously, you can never be too careful.  What if like I were to walk out of Wal-Mart and my receipt didn’t match the items in my bag?  The cops would come and take me to the slammer.  “10 4 Roger Roger, we have a brown woman here stealing things from Wal-Mart.   Roger 10 4, 25 to life and toss the key.”  Next thing I know I am getting a full body cavity search and having a broom stick shoved up my vagina.  No, thank you!

Sweetie, maybe you and your husband should go find a prostitute.  I’m not trying to be rude, but no real woman would want to stick their mouth on your filthy brown slit.  I’m just going to give you this advice, you take it how you want.  Make up your mind.  Either you want women or you want cock.  Stop being a greedy little bitch and pick your preference.  Ugh.  Also, good luck finding your whore, because only nasty bitches play with couples.

“Thank you for your helpful advice.  I do not take anything you’ve said to me as rude at all.  Let’s just cut to the chase, how much would you charge to fuck a fairly attractive couple?”  Although I felt this was a friendly response, I can only assume that she was totally upset at me in her response to my reply (which seemed more like a terrorist threat) because I wrongly assumed she was a hooker.   I think if I show up to the next local gay parade, I may not make it home that night.  Seriously.  I’m not making any local friends at all.

To explain some of the messages, I am in the United States, specifically the South.  Also, I am Asian.  Unfortunately, as behind as this seems, there aren’t a lot of brown girls here.  At least where I am from, you are either black or white.  It seems that a lot of ignorant folks called my vagina disgusting simply because it was brown.  Ha!  Sorry, I seriously laughed when I typed that.  It also seems being bisexual in general just pisses off some people.  There isn’t much I can do about other people’s perspectives. I just need to be careful.

If you think the Lesbian or Studs e-mails are bad, wait until you see a few of these men’s emails.

 

November 11, 2013

Threesome Memoirs – Edith the Cat Lover

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cat loverWith every person that called I quickly learned that I would have a cast of wonderful characters for my blogs.  I wasn’t trying to be insincere or judgmental, because my main goal was to find someone I really did click with.  Unfortunately, to find that person you click with you have to shuffle through a lot of people that you have absolutely nothing in common with.

Enter Edith the Cat Lover.  I met Edith the Cat Lover through a dating website and after a quick email we exhanged numbers to chat.  I call her Edith because after seeing her picture, I felt like she resembled Edith Bunker, Archie Bunker’s wife from “All in the Family.”  I call her Cat Lover because I’d say she absolutely loved cats.

Edith the Cat Lover was a middle-aged lady who seemed to be all about her schedule.   This was a good thing, because dealing with the young and flakey can be a bit annoying.  Judging by the way she described her schedule, she made it a point to let me know she would be available to hook up on weekends.  It couldn’t get any more convenient than that. She was very eager to talk, so I figured she would be more keen to trying to arrange a meet-up versus someone who thrived off spontaneity (aka Ms. Flakey). I’m not a shallow person, meaning even her looks weren’t like someone young and a bit more spontaneous, I didn’t want to judge her before based solely on what she looked like.  I’m more attracted to personalities.  In fact, I am only attracted to personalities, which at times, makes Ryan a bit uneasy.  After sending her a quick text message asking if I can call and verify her voice, she acknowledged I could call her.

Me: Hi there! Is this Edith?
Edith the Cat Lover: Yes, hi!  How are you?
Me: I’m doing well. It sounds like you’re in a car. Are you driving?
Edith the Cat Lover: Yes, I am. I drive a lot, mostly on weekdays, due to my job.  So weekends are pretty much open for me.

She has me on speakerphone, so she sounds like she’s yelling at me. I already feel uneasy.

Me: Well, thanks for taking my call.  (Satisfied) You’re definitely a woman.
Edith the Cat Lover: No problem!  Trust me, I totally get why you need to verify.  You can never tell who you end up talking to.
Me: Yea, I just want to know who I am  really talking to.  For some reason, a lot of responses I get seem to be from men.
Edith the Cat Lover: Oh, honey, I know…believe me. I’ve had enough of men.  They will do anything for pussy.

This made me a bit uncomfortable, so I nodded but I didn’t realize she couldn’t see me nod while on the phone.

Me: …
Edith the Cat Lover: I actually started hooking up with women a few years ago. I got soooo tired of my husband in bed so I decided to try women. I have to say that was probably THE best decision of my life.
Me: Really?
Edith the Cat Lover: Absolutely. I found that women can touch me in a way that he never can.
Me: I’ve heard women DO have a special touch.

I imagined all the lesbian porn I’d ever seen where the two women moved in slow motion, caressing each other, kissing for a few minutes, before slowly taking off their clothes.

Edith the Cat Lover: I just love the way they feel – their breasts, their fingers, their skin. I love everything about women. They just drive me wild.  And sweetie,  men can’t do what women do.
Me: Yea,that’s something I can’t wait to experience.

I giggle, trying to make light of the conversation.


Edith the Cat Lover: And I’d like to be the one to show you…!
Me: Tell me this, what exactly are you looking for?  What do you want?
Edith the Cat Lover:  I need a woman, who knows how to touch me.  It’s to the point  where my husband disgusts me.  I mean I love him, I just don’t want him to touch me you know?

She laughs, I giggle back but at this point I realize me and her are not from the same planet.  
 
Edith the Cat Lover: Like seriously, what type of lover sucks on your  titties like a newborn baby?  Men have no idea.  No sexual satisfaction at all.  Excuse me, just because you put your lips on my nipples and try to suck the dried milk out of me doesn’t mean I like it.  You know?
Me: Ouch!
Edith the Cat Lover: I mean, it’s true!
 
We pause for a bit as I really don’t have much to add to the conversation. 
 
Edith the Cat Lover:  Also, why do men grunt when they are having sex with you, blowing their coffee and old cigar smoke breath in your face. Then when they orgasm they flop down on your body like slugs.
Me: Dang.
Edith the Cat Lover: Yea, that’s something you never get with a woman.
 
I try to change the subject.
 
Me: What does your husband think about you hooking up with other women?
Edith the Cat Lover: Let’s not worry about husbands, my guy couldn’t make me orgasm if his life depended on it.
Me: Uhh, okay, wow.
Edith the Cat Lover: Seriously.  And on the weekends, he is usually away for work anyway.
Me: Ok.
Edith the Cat Lover: If you wanted, we could meet this weekend even.  I am okay with meeting at a hotel or maybe a public place?  The last girl I met was in a parking lot!  She fisted the hell out of me.  I felt it for weeks.
Me: Hmm, I am not sure about that.  I definitely am not meeting without my husband.  Did you see my ad?
Edith the Cat Lover: Yea, I saw your ad.  It’s okay if he wants to sit in the front seat, me and you can sit in the back.  Okay?
 
I laugh, hoping that was a joke.
 
Edith the Cat Lover: So you have never been with a woman?  No kissing?  No touching?  Nothing?  Oh, I really love to break girls in.
Me: Nope, I haven’t.
Edith the Cat Lover:  Does your husband really have to be around?  I find it very uncomfortable for a first timer to have to be there with her husband.  For a first time, he should just throw you in a room and let a woman do what she wants to do with you.  That is an experience you will never forget.
Me: I doubt he’d ever just throw me in a room.  That’s really not what we are into at all.
Edith the Cat Lover: Well, just let him know I will take care of you.  I’m good at eating pussy.  Probably because my husbands dick is the size of a small clit.
 
She laughed, but it almost sounded like a snort.  I laugh uncomfortably.


Me: Well, so, I guess doing our nails together or anything like that is out of the question?
Edith the Cat Lover: Girl, hell no, I’m going to nail you to the headboard and stick my face inside your baby hole!
Me: Huh?
Edith the Cat Lover:  That’s a joke girl.  I’m just a bit worked up thinking of you being a first timer and all. 

All the sudden I got what it feels like to be a man in prison for the first time.  FRESH FISH, FRESH FISH!
 

Edith the Cat Lover: I’d like to squat down real fast and suck air up my vagina, then pull your face into my crotch and blow you a pussy kiss!
Me: Um, hmmm.   I’m not so sure about that.
Edith the Cat Lover: Don’t worry, we can go at your pace.  No pressure here sweetie, I just want to be open and honest with you.
Me: Listen, I appreciate the honesty but I do have to go.  I’ve verified you as real so go ahead and text me if you have any questions. 

After I hung up with her, I felt like my ears had been molested and that I needed a rape kit for my ear drums.  Suffice it to say, Edith the Cat Lover is the reason why I decided there is a huge difference between what I want and what other women want.  I am not a man hating lesbian that wants to prove to the world that women do it better, I just want to enjoy a woman’s soft touch.  In a perfect world, I’d love to enjoy a woman’s soft touch with my husband’s perfect touch, together.  In my world, which is far from perfect, I won’t make it less perfect accepting anything less.   How can I ever enjoy being with someone who talked so much shit about her husband? I mean, according to her, her husband’s penis was the size of a corn kernel.  If she was that judgmental about the man she supposedly loved, what would she say about me?

And so the search continues…

November 8, 2013

Random Moments With Us – Duck Dynasty

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duck dynastyYesterday Ryan and I were in the kitchen making homemade soft tacos and guacamole.  He was in charge of the meat and I cut up all the ingredients for the guacamole. We drank a little, we laughed, we spent time together as a couple and bonded over good food.  It was a great day.

After we ate we both went to the bedroom to watch TV.  We just got our new cable box set up and Ryan was excited about some of the new features.  As he flipped through the channels he stopped on the first one without a commercial, A&E.  The show playing was “Duck Dynasty.”

“You know,” he started. “When we watch a show, we can record it and rewind it live.”

“That’s neat,” I replied. “How do we do that?”

I saw the screen switch back and forth between the menu and the info screens.  It seemed as if he figured it out as I saw a little red dot next to “Duck Dynasty.”  Remembering my VCR days and recording Color Me Badd videos when I was a kid, the little red button meant you were recording something.  For some reason, he couldn’t play it back.

“I don’t think it’s working,” he said. “Fuck this. I’m calling the cable company.”

He grabbed his phone and called them.  It was after hours so he got a recording.  How can I tell?  All I heard him say was:

“Representative.”
(a few seconds of silence)
“Representative.”
(another pause)
“Representative! Representative!”
(yet another pause)
“REPRESENTATIVE, REPRESENTATIVE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, REPRESENTATIVE!”

“Ryan, I don’t think that’s one of the options!”  I scream out in laughter!

“REPRESENTATIVE, REPRESENTATIVE!”

“Stop! You only need to say it once!” I told him.

“REPRESENTATIVE, REPRESENTATIVE! REPRESENTATIVE, REPRESENTATIVE! REPRE– Yes, hello. I’m having problems with my cable.”

I assume the representative asked Ryan what kind of problems he was having.

“Well see, I have never owned a DVR before and I am trying to learn how to playback after it records.  Like right now, I just recorded ‘Duck Dynasty’ and… well, wait.  First, I want to make it clear I do not normally watch the show Duck Dynasty.  Not that anything is wrong with it, but I just I don’t normally watch ‘Duck Dynasty’ because I do NOT like ‘Duck Dynasty’ …”

I laugh hysterically and he darts his eyes at me.

“Seriously, I don’t NOT like ‘Duck Dynasty’, especially enough to actually record it.  It just happened to be on television when I tried to use the DVR function.  Anyway, way off topic now.  My DVR is having trouble and I can’t seem to play back the parts of ‘Duck Dynasty’ I was recording.” 

Ryan listened for a few moments and seemed to be getting a bit frustrated, “No, I don’t want to rewatch the parts I missed, because I really don’t even like ‘Duck Dynasty’, I  just wanted to see if my DVR worked?”  He sat quiet again while he listened to the respresentatives suggestions and responded, “Listen, I do not care if they will play the same episode again in a few hours on the west coast channel, I seriously just want to see what is wrong with my DVR!”

I leave the room because I can’t contain my laughter.  When I came back in the room about 10 minutes later I asked, “So how did it go Mr. Duck Dynasty’s Number 1 Fan?”

“The lady said I shouldn’t even have a DVR and the guy who installed the cable box didn’t write down one on the invoice.” 

I laughed and asked, “So you lost your DVR huh?”

As he fiddled back and forth with the play and record button while still watching ‘Duck Dynasty,’ he replied, “I didn’t lose shit, I hung up.” 

November 7, 2013

Threesome Memoirs – Listing Ads on Dating Websites

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dating websiteThe tricky part about having a threesome is actually finding someone that’s willing to be your third partner.  In doing so, Ryan and I have talked about the many options:  asking one of my more freakier friends if she is interested in hoping into bed with us, turn into swingers and meet other couples, eventually hoping a couple or husband is nice enough to give us the pleasure of a threesome, find a gay/bisexual club and hope we get lucky, check out the local escorts for a true no strings attached experience, or find a girlfriend from dating websites and classified ads.

We chose dating websites.  For now, our goal will be to find a bisexual woman interested in dating a married woman.  There is another version of this same concept and that would be to have Ryan find a bisexual girl who was interested in dating a married man. The latter is a bit more risky because the woman is more interested in my husband rather than me.  For now, I do not think I am ready for that. At least if I am the one searching, I am looking for a same sex partner which helps us both when dealing with the jealousy.

So, I’m on the dating scene.  Photo shoot and recent photos?  Check.  Good attitude, nipple rings and pussy piercings polished?  Check.  Ready to taste my first woman and hold my man’s cock while another woman sucks on it?  Check.  My girl-on-girl flirt moves in order?  Not really check, but I mean I’ve worked on a few of my lines.  “Hey girl, those are pretty toes you have, want to eat my wet pussy?”  I know, I know, that shy approach may not work in this day and age.  I have to work with what I got, you know?

Before I work on my girl-on-girl mack game, I want to do the super easy stuff, like create my online profile and clarify to the world what I am looking for.  Boy was I wrong on that one.  Creating the perfect profile was much more complicated than I thought. You’d think adding about 10 photos, all recent, would pretty much fix the need for more photos.  Wrong.  The first message I usually get is, “Do you have more pictures?” Also, I was pretty precise about what my goals, expectations, and limitations were, but of course that doesn’t stop the random boyfriends or women e-mailing me and asking, “I know you said you do not want to be a third in another couples threesome, but if you change your mind look at these cock photos.” I understand the struggle, trust me, I do, but at least read my profile. We are all going through the same thing, but do you really think ignoring everything in my profile increases your chances of getting me as a third for your threesome?

Oh dang, I guess I will never have that threesome I’ve always wanted with Ryan.  But wait, wait, what ever happen with  that couple that didn’t really  know how to read or totally ignored my entire profile and mailed me cock pictures to tempt me with having a threesome with them?  I mean, I can trust them not to break my boundaries being that their first offer totally broke my boundaries.  Yea, you know what, forget my soulmate, I will just tell him all about it later.  He’ll love that.  If I remember right, that cock was so perfectly average that no woman could resist.  Or wait, was it that the long skinny black one that looked a little ashy near the crotch?  No, no, it was the white stubby crooked one.  Yea, that was it.   Let me find their old email and contact them right now.  It’s. About. To. Go. Down.

Listen, that isn’t going to happen ladies/gentlemen.  I’m not perfect, but this is something you shouldn’t do and I won’t do.  I will never flat out ignore a profile and tempt another person with my own agenda, just in the slight chance the other woman would cheat on her man.  No.  Respect the profiles, people!

Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t mind answering questions that people have for me, as long at they’re legitimate.   “What is your titty size and if your husband is going to fuck me, I need to know how big his dick is.  Thanks.”  I mean, at least they read my profile right?

As they say: Serious inquiries only.  And also, MW4W, BiF, W/E, DDF, NS, GSOH, HWP, NSA, RTS, TYVM.

Below is the profile description.  If you have any ideas or advice, please post in the comment section.   I would love to improve the ad!   Picture to provocative?  Opinions?

First off, every picture in my profile is mine and real.

A little about me?  I’m friendly and a great listener.   I’d be just as happy making a new bisexual female friend as I would finding a partner for a threesome.  I think simple flirting can be fun and sexy.  I am married, bisexual, and not looking to hook up with another woman for a lesbian relationship / experience.  To clarify, I am bisexual, not lesbian, and I’m only looking for bisexual experiences, not lesbian.  I am not comfortable meeting or hooking up without my husband, but his role can be limited so everyone is comfortable. If you prefer to just chat, e-mail, or text, you will only talk with me, the lady. Before exchanging more photos, I’d prefer to talk on the phone to make sure I know who I am texting or emailing.  After phone verification, we do not have to talk again until both parties agree.

If anyone is interested, please send a message. I am not interested in couples, men, or studs. Serious ladies only please.”