Well, it’s a new year, new leaf, new direction. We are still compiling our top sex blogs list that we wanted to blog today, but have decided to find different blogs directed more towards couples and relationships, rather than the typical top sex blogs list (reviews, advertisements, reviews, fake stories, reviews). We may not post an updated list. As far as new blogs, we will now try update on Mondays and Thursdays. We did this all December and will have this schedule from now on. We may blog on other days, such as Freaky Friday Search Terms, but check back on Mondays and Thursdays.
So… coming down off the threesome high huh?
How about I just get to the point and save everyone with a low attention span the burden of having to skim through this blog. Threesomes are overrated.
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Okay, for those of you sitting on the toilet dropping your chocolate meatloafs with nothing better to do than read a blog about a guy who is coming down from the threesome high, here we go.
Although my version (I am speaking for myself, not Venice) of our threesome stories have been written to sensationalize the sexy aspects of threesomes, they do not tell the whole story. The truth is, I never felt comfortable in any experience. Most of the memories feel more like mental movies that I didn’t really live, yet I have the memory of what happened in the movie. The movie wasn’t great, but it had a lot of nude scenes, or moments you’ll never forget (think Basic Instinct). I think this is because I have blocked out the idea that I mess with other women in front of the woman I love more than anything in the world. In the heat of the moment, everything seems exciting. However, we do not live life in the heat of the moment, and once the moment passes, the reality of the experiences aren’t something I am proud of. Not that I was forced to have threesomes, or forced to do more than just watch Venice spend time with another women, but I guess it’s like seeing your best friend have a good meal, and instead of joining in and eating with her, you just watch her eat. It didn’t have sex because I was horny or wanted other women, I had sex because they were going to enjoy Venice, so I wanted to enjoy them. I didn’t want to sit back and watch, I want to put my penis in both girls’ bodies and mouths, just because the opportunity is there. The caveman mentality of having every woman in the room seems to take over. When I orgasm, the caveman dives back into my ball sack and the real me shows up. The real me feels disgusted and almost sick to my stomach. I would compare the feeling to smoking cigarettes when you want to stop. You grab the next cigarette and you tell yourself, “This will be the last one.” It’s not the truth, but it’s what you tell yourself because you feel guilty. As you smoke the cigarette, you feel this huge relief. You are getting what you want, what you are addicted to, and you enjoy the moment. As you take your last puff, the guilt sets in and the endorphin rush dissipates. You’re satisfied as the nicotine flows through your blood. In fact, you are so satisfied you could swear you don’t know why you even smoked that cigarette to begin with. The urge is gone, the guilt has set in, and you begin to tell yourself all over again, I am really going to stop this time.
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Yesterday morning I walked into the bedroom and ask Venice if she wanted to go out for lunch. Venice excitedly said she did. I cleaned up and got dressed. As I came out of the bathroom I noticed Venice was still lying in bed. I told her that if she fell asleep I was going to teabag her. She laughed and said she wasn’t going to go to sleep. A few moments later she asked me to lay in the bed next to her for a second, she wanted to cuddle for a while before we left. I laid down in bed and she wrapped herself around me. I immediately felt my jeans unzipping. I am not wearing briefs so as soon as my zipper is down, she has a hold of my penis. She gripped it with both hands tightly while laying on my chest and said, “You aren’t teabagging me.”
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.
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.