Sometimes I’ll wake up on a Sunday to some weird text from SG and I’m glad our friendship has gotten to that place. But he needs a new line already. (It was never effective to begin with.)
southern gentleman
Poly problems, brought to you by SG and I.
So I anxiously finished the second season of House of Cards last night at SG’s recommendation. In addition to these three being the ultimate “are they or aren’t they?”, I give this show a ton of credit for a pretty progressive, nuanced portrayal of non-monogamy and sexual fluidity.
Also, Frank and Claire = <3
GUYS.
StandardBREAKING NEWS. I am a witch. I am absolutely a witch. I am a witch who puts things into the universe and then they come back to me.
Literally the second after I made this post. THE SECOND. The actual second. THE second. MAGIC.
SG texts me: I was right. He and his girlfriend had a talk. They’re not meant for monogamy. Also she apparently really wants to fuck me.
Now, I’ve been with him a bunch. Sir and I have had a threesome with him, too. And it was all good fun until he and his girlfriend wanted to be monogamous for a little to make sure they had a strong foundation on their relationship. But then along comes this fantasy that his girlfriend has had. And it’s serious stuff. Her domming me, sensory deprivation, some pretty amazing and intense crap THAT I LOVE.
WHAT DID I DO TO THE UNIVERSE.
I AM A WITCH. WITH POWERS.
So, y’know. Don’t cross me.
Overwhelmed, Part Eleven
I was a little subspaced and rather sore when the two hauled me up to sit on the edge of the futon. But, I managed to keep it together enough to finish the two off like the image suggests. SG came down the right side of my chest, and Sir came down the left a few moments later.
When I tried to get up and go to clean myself off, I stumbled and nearly fell after a few steps. SG laughed and carried me over to the bathroom.
“Get in the shower, sweetheart,” Sir teased, “you’re a mess.”
I slipped into the shower and turned on the hot water, relaxing under the stream. Through the exhaustion, I was still insanely proud of myself.
The final chapter of Overwhelmed is coming tomorrow. So, ah, get ready.
Overwhelmed, Part Ten
I was a little delirious as the two worked me over with their fingers and mouths. The whole time, Sir held me, which helped a little bit in helping me to ground myself in what was happening.
I came once and they kept going, despite my little whines that I had finished and I was getting tender. I came again, exclaiming that it kind of hurt, even if it did feel good.
The two smirked at each other over me and Sir held me still while he and SG forced me to cum a few more times until I was squirming and whining and begging them to just let me rest.
I know, my life is really, really hard sometimes.
Overwhelmed, Part Nine
Stuff got a little fuzzy for a while. I was really subspaced. And if I haven’t driven the fact home enough, I was overwhelmed.
At one point, I was sort of on the edge of the futon and there were just hands all over me. I dipped back and when they pulled me back up, I came up crying. I wasn’t upset or scared, I didn’t want it to stop, I was just overwhelmed. I have no other way to describe it.
It was like there was just so much going on and I could barely take it all in. It was that I wasn’t used to having all the attention in a threesome directed on me by two partners. And while that makes me a little spoiled, it’s a lot to contend with. Just this unilateral attention coming from two different parties. It’s just this kind of sexy two-front war.
But Sir held me in his arms and laid down so I was lying on my back with my head against his chest. He kissed my forehead and SG moved around in front of me.
“Let’s make her cum,” Sir said.
Overwhelmed, Part Eight
So, I find spit-roasting to be a vile term, but…
The entire time, I had a little bit of trouble keeping my thoughts in any kind of working order. I felt more used (in a good way) than I ever have in a sexual situation. Sir would fuck me, the thrusts would push my face onto SG’s cock, and so on. I felt incredibly functional and reliant. I was straddling the line between being passive and active.
Because I had my work cut out for me. I was gagging on SG’s cock. I was busily thrusting back on Sir’s, enjoying the feeling of him inside me. And I thought that was the fullest and busiest and most overwhelmed I could get, until I heard the click of Sir opening the thing of lube.
“I’m gonna put a finger in her ass,” he told SG.
I looked up to see SG smirk. “Good. Fill ‘er up.”
I wriggled as I felt his finger push inside of me. My body felt so very used and so very available at the same time. SG grabbed up a fist of my hair and buried my face on his cock, making me gag until I had to pull back and gasp for air.
“What’d I tell you?” he asked, slapping my face. “What’d I tell you if you weren’t going to suck it? I want that mouth busy.”
“I was going to lick your balls, I swear!” My voice was unnecessarily and hilariously panicked. He and Sir started laughing.
“I was, I swear,” he repeated, imitating my voice to a mockingly saccharine level and making a pouty-face. “I swear.”
Overwhelmed, Part Seven
The Southern Gentleman grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back so I was lying down on the futon. He stroked his cock, smirking down at me as Sir handed him a condom. Leaning down, he hitched my legs up and pushed some of my hair from my face.
Sir stood over him, kind of watching. The dynamic kind of made me blush: him overseeing, watching as SG lined his cock up with my dripping pussy.
“Look at you, all tight,” SG murmured as he teased the opening of my pussy with the tip of his cock. He dug his thumbnails into the skin of my thighs as he thrust into me. I gasped, staring first at him before watching Sir standing back, watching with a smile.
He fucked me like that for a little before flipping me over and taking me from behind. Sir came around in front, reaching down to stroke my hair, and I sucked his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” one of them said. I could barely tell who, I was a little delirious.
I felt SG pull out of me and I slumped a bit forward against Sir. “You want to fuck her then?” SG asked and pushed me down onto my back.
“Yeah, but here,” Sir said, rolling me over and grabbing me by the hips. I felt like a ragdoll, being moved around like that. He dragged me back up onto my hands and knees, but I was now facing SG. “Like this.”