I haven’t had a threesome for a year now. Christ.
It’s not entirely for lack of options. There’s a lovely couple whom I’ve got in the works, but I’m trying to decide whether that’s in fact what I want to go for at the moment. I like the idea of trying out one of those relationship thingamajigs again — albeit with someone who can match my kink this time. With my Master’s program and part-time work among other obligations, I frankly don’t think I have time to juggle real dating along with threesomes and whatever other sexcapades I decide I want to try out.
Woe is me, what a life I must endure…
But mahhhhm, I don’t want to choose. Can’t I have the Meet The Parents Pop AND the Eiffel Tower Taffy?
I have been called upon to educate.
I was in a sorority in college and, while I have major qualms with the system as a whole (a discussion for a different blog, perhaps), I always relished those moments when I could assume the role of a mentor for one of the younger girls. But that was more along the lines of essays and internships. Not kinky sex.
I’m hoping she’s already taken the remedial coursework.
I really need to get a lock on my bedroom door, dammit. Continue reading