Three in the Bed

This article was originally printed in the January 2012 issue of Cosmopolitan (Australia / New Zealand), sealed section – my first professional publication! See the image below to read it as it was in the magazine. However, I prefer the version with the words unasterisked, and with my original usage of cunt, rather than vagina, so you can read that here as well. 

I should tell you, before we go any further, that my first threesome wasn’t awesome. It was good – they were excellent kissers, the oral was great, and there were orgasms for all involved – but it wasn’t what you’d call awesome.

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Dressing Room

“Follow me,” he says abruptly. He turns away from me and I hear the sound of the front door being locked.

We brush past the racks of clothes, heading toward the back of the store. My scalp aches from where, earlier, he had pulled my hair fiercely, and I know that the persistent customers have frustrated him as much as me.

Now, with the shop emptied, it’s just him and me – and the knowledge of what happens next.

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Apollo Sandwich

Eventually I will be unblocked and writing hot posts about hot sex with hot partners again. In the meantime, this is a wonderful memory! 

Apollo and I have been together for half a decade. We’ve shared our bed with a few female partners (no male ones yet, but I live in hope), and we’ve gone off to other beds with individual partners. Many fantasies have been lived out … but there was a big one that just hadn’t happened.

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Big rubber ball

What am I talking about ? Well, I’m not talking about a big, red, india-rubber ball, no no! No, what I’m talking about is in an entirely different class: an enormous, inflatable, zip-yourself-inside rubber ball. Yep.

And why am I talking about this? Because Hylas owns one – the perverted rubber fetishist that he is! And it’s been a very long time since he’s played inside it. And his birthday was in the offing (it’s today, in fact!).

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Dressing Room

“Follow me,” he says abruptly. He turns away from me and I hear the sound of the front door being locked.

We brush past the racks of clothes, heading toward the back of the store. My scalp aches from where, earlier, he had pulled my hair fiercely, and I know that the persistent customers have frustrated him as much as me.

Now, with the shop emptied, it’s just him and me – and the knowledge of what happens next.

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Skoda Slut, part 2

When we left our intrepid exhibitionist, she was in the process of de-clothing herself whilst seated in a Skoda …

Alas, taking off all of my clothes was not a practical notion – although I promptly divested myself of my shoes (in the depths of the footwell), my cardigan (somewhere on the back seat), and my singlet I know not where (bra? there was no bra!). Also stripping off some layers, Hermes removed his hat and hoodie, leaving him clad in t-shirt and jeans.

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Her Glorious Cunt

My cheek is resting on Metis’ ankle, and my gaze is focused on her cunt. Her glorious cunt. It’s glistening and fleshy, petals opened, with the dark tendrils of her pubic hair curling around it. I can smell her aroma, and when I lick my lips I can taste her saltiness.

Hermes can taste her saltiness too. His tongue is flicking across her clitoris, back and forth, back and forth. His eyes are open and focused, his chin pressing down into the cleft. I can see the delight on his face as he pulls back briefly for air, before returning his tongue to its delicious play.

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Threesome on a Golden Afternoon

I collapsed, happily orgasmed out, on the bed. The three of us – Apollo, Demeter and I – had been kissing and licking and sucking and nipping and sharing for a few hours now. The sheets were rucked down the bottom of the bed, the fan was rotating in the corner and blowing late-afternoon air onto us, the sun was cross-hatching through the net curtains. Other than the cats, there was no one else home, so the doors and windows were all wide open to let the air waft through. It was the middle of summer, and it was hot.

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Strapping on the Missy-G

The first time I ever experienced a harness was five years ago. My wonderful, butch and totally 100% lesbian partner Rheia was trying out something new, because she knew I loved penetration so much. Penetration, for herself, left her cold, but she wanted to please me and knew I was missing it. Seeing her wearing black leather straps (with fluffy purple fur on the underside) and a perky pink dildo turned me on completely – and got me off thoroughly. But she never did get what I liked so much about it. After that we went back to our tongues and our hands, and were both happy, for a while.

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Patience Rewarded

The temptation has been there for months, and it grows each time we come together. There is the musky aroma of your arousal, your slick fluids coating my fingers, the way you writhe and wriggle as I learn your folds and hidden places by touch. My nostrils flare and my saliva dampens my mouth, and the temptation is so very strong: to drop my head, pull you toward me, and cover your mound with my mouth while I bury my tongue in your cunt.

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