That would be the name of my sex club if I was to have one.
Brad and I were talking shop this morning, both of us horny. Not that either of us needs much inspiration or prodding.
We specifically talked about 3 scenarios. Two of which I will make you privy to.
We go to the bar together and pick up a bi-sexual or bi-curious man. Brad takes the reigns and makes him get naked. Soft music plays and he and I dance together. Brad tells me to take this man’s cock in my mouth. Once he has seen enough he makes the man get on his hands and knees and Brad penetrates him from behind while holding his cock in place.
He does this for a bit and then we all make our way to the bedroom. There he instructs the man to get on his back on the bed with his legs off the bed and his ass on the edge and Brad penetrates him from the front while I climb onto his face with my ass over his nose. Brad and I both fight over holding and playing with his cock.
He has me tied completely, hanging by my tied breast and waist. So I am bent at the waist and my face is groin level. He uses my mouth for lubrication while he has a second woman tied to the chair as he had me a few weeks ago. And he fucks her quick and hard while he smacks my ass and tits and when she dries up from his plunging into her so fast and hard he uses my mouth again as lubricant.
We won’t discuss the third.
I went to see my sexual deviancy specialist. She told me to stop saying pedophilia. That it triggers hatred and other strong emotions in people. I laughed. It’s just a word, but ok fine. I get it. Then she told me the “definition”of pedophile. It isn’t that they’ve acted upon it or had those thoughts; it is that their primary source of sexual desire is children under 13. While I appreciate semantics that’s a differentiation that I don’t care about.
Any man that has these thoughts or has acted upon them is simply someone I don’t want in my life as a partner. Period!! This is why I am seeing her. To break the cycle I find myself in. This deep psyche desire that gravitates me to these men. Then she asks me why I don’t just settle for compartamentalizing my sex/partner life to my every day life, and I tell her because I want someone to share my entire life with and me share theirs.
And while it’s great leaving my kids to go have marathon sexscapades, I don’t see a reason why I can’t be married again and leave the kids for a night here and there to do that too.
I left there pretty rattled. I always get the mirror shone on things I hadn’t seen before and it leaves me a bit devastated. I cried and even honked at someone that slowed me down to cut into traffic at the last possible moment. Which I never generally ever do.
I’m not sure what to do with myself. My anxiety is through the roof. The healthy thing to do would be go to the gym or go for a run or a walk in nature and definitely not drink…..
“and definitely not drink…” she says again to herself already picturing the ice cold cider she will be ordering soon.
I’m an idiot. Class A variety. In case anyone had any doubts.