So I’ve learned how to open the faucet in my vagina and let the fluids flow. That may sound silly, but it’s not something I’ve known about my whole life. I’m unsure if my body went into overdrive and started dripping uncontrollably while I was learning to deep throat, or the few rare times prior I would accidentally wet the bed during sex. Maybe my hormones and body just changed with age, and the urge to want to learn to deep throat a penis I had sucked on for years was also part of that change? Whatever it is, I can still remember gagging on Ryan’s cock trying to force it down my throat, while my vagina dripped clear froth onto my own ankles. My body fluids were leaking, I wanted to feel a dick in the bottom of my throat, and I was excited by the idea of wetting the bed like I was a young child with a bladder problem. I’ve changed so much without really having an explanation. However, I have learned a position that always gets me soaking wet.
First, I need to straddle Ryan, and his penis needs to be fully erect. In fact, so erect that it has to hurt my body because the head is hitting my back walls. This is when I will move my body back off his penis, so the head is no longer in the very back, yet the angle is so intense Ryan’s hard shaft grinds the area directly underneath my clitoris. Some say this is the g-spot. I’m unsure if that’s true, but this technique opens up my flood gates every time. I once said that if I were a man, this would be the equivalent to me milking my prostate.
Ryan: So finally, a little bit of drama. For anyone who likes to stay clear of drama this next threesome memoir may not be for you. If you do not enjoy hot irons flying across the room, shoes being thrown at faces, and fist fights on the front lawn, you may want to leave this blog now. This memoir is about our last experience with a girl we have spent almost a year fucking, and then the break up. You know, the sex, the good times, the bad times, the tears, the crying, the broken hearts, the drama, and everything else that comes along with adding a new person to your relationship.
Venice: A few months ago I spoke with a very attractive black woman, that for the stories sake, I will call her Foxy Brown. After some light conversation, we ended up talking about the different things we were interested in. One being, our sexuality. I am openly bisexual so I do not keep this a secret from anyone. If it makes another girl uncomfortable that I am very interested in women, I can’t really concern myself with making everyone else happy except me. I informed Foxy that my husband and I have hooked up with various girls we were both interested in. At the time, she was in a relationship as well and also allowed other women in her bedroom. This is usually how it goes when you meet another bisexual woman. We both weren’t interested in hooking up with another couple; however, we were on the market for a sexy single lady looking to play in our bedrooms. We traded a few sexy stories and pictures and learned a little bit about each other. After a few days, we both kind of stopping reaching out to the other and lost contact.
Is my wife bisexual?
Ryan and I have been seeing one of our girlfriends for months now. For the most part, we’d only been seeing her during lunch breaks and occasionally dropping by her job to say hi. We’d been pretty content with seeing her sporadically, squeezing each other in during our days. But then things got a little more serious. For me, I would say the pivotal point of our “relationship” was when she started buying me things. It started with lunches, then gradually moved on to sex toys. To me, spending her hard-earned money meant that she thought about me/us as more than sexual gratification. And no matter how hard I wanted to ignore it, it tugged on my heart strings just a little bit.