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So, the other day I met one of Sir’s partners on Skype. The two of them had recently been out with each other and I had gotten really anxious in the middle and broke down and called him up. I wasn’t proud of it, but I just get scared.

Basically, she meets a lot of the stuff that I really can’t for Sir. And so my head runs through all these crazy possibilities like, “oh my gosh he’s going to realize that she’s better at this and that and he’s going to be done with me.” I recognize I’ve got a serious fear of abandonment, which naturally goes just peachy with ethical non-monogamy. 

But, when Sir and I sat down to talk, I wound up just getting really shy. I was a little embarrassed about having placed the call the other day while they were together and I’m just generally a kind of shy person. So, I kept hiding my face and getting nervous. 

For the most part, I was a nervous, shy mess. But, we all kind of flirted a little and, gosh, I don’t know. I think I’d be down for doing something as the three of us. I just need to sort out some of my anxieties and remember that in the same way none of my partners will “replace” any other, the same holds true for Sir.

It’s kind of alarming that even in the face of the logic of my own non-monogamy, I can’t shake that feeling of inadequacy or precariousness in my primary relationship. 

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I need one of these again. 

I like the unilateral attention it comes with, even if it’s often far too overwhelming for me to process. 

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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.

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The final chapter of Overwhelmed is coming tomorrow. So, ah, get ready.

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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.

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I miss the feeling of being all tangled up in a sea of legs.

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Is it weird that I find the way that guy is touching her arm and holding her hand to be hotter than the fact that there’s a guy licking her pussy?

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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.