Brad and I have been having one of the best weekends ever. We’ve never laughed so much. The sex has been fun. An attempt to make love ended with us having intimate pillow talk, but it’s a good start. We went at each other pretty hard. This was about half way through. See my hair wrapped around his dick? Lol
He asked me to move in. We also talked about having a thrupple. Fmm of course. He also asked if he could go to the CFNM (clothed female, naked male) event at Catalyst this weekend. He knows I will never step foot in that club again so he didn’t ask if I wanted to go.
The Domme in me was like “abso-fucking-lutely not” and another part of me was like “I went alone. I had fun. He wants to go, why not let him?”. But the thought of him running around naked with these women playing with him and directing him around just enrages me. It’s the possessiveness in me. Thankfully, he opted not to go seeing how difficult it was for me.
I guess this proves that I can’t be just friends with benefits with him. Maybe this was his point. But the clarification was good for both of us and now it seems we are not only right back where we were before but I think we are even deeper in the mix.
I don’t know where this is going. But right now this just feels so good: cozy, loving and nurturing. We are getting along better than we have in a very long time. But I have to keep pressing forward with my business, my job, saving my house, etc. But knowing he is making space for me in his life; knowing he is doing all he can to make me feel secure, cared for and provide me stability means the world to me.
We talked a lot about the future. We made no definitive plans but it was all very, very sweet.
And I am absolutely thrilled about a possible thrupple. That’s so exciting to me. It truly is. 🤤🤤🤤⛓️🍆🍑🍆⛓️🤤🤤🤤 We shall see. Shan’t we?