Our Magical Weekend

I was late picking him up at the airport. I'm not great gauging time. One of my fatal flaws.

But he was there, waiting for me outside of the terminal, a big boyish grin on his face. Blue shirt, khakis. He looked better than I remembered. Better than even his most recent pictures. He got into the car and immediately pulled me into a deep kiss. It felt wonderful and was a great way to begin the weekend.

From there, we came home and spent the whole weekend learning each other. Talking. Laughing. Being giddy and caught up in what we were feeling and wanting and receiving from each other. Love seems like something a bit strong, too soon, but my God, it's what I felt. And I'm a shrewd and calculating person. We're both practical and logical people. Falling madly in love right out of the gate is something that other people do. He feels the same way.

The intimacy went way beyond anything I had ever encountered. I'm still reeling. How can someone else know me so well? He admitted feeling a connection with me the first time we met, those many years ago, but refused to act on it because he was already cultivating his relationship with Queen Bee. And now, years later, doors have opened and we have this opportunity to figure out what it all means.

We agreed the distance was a good thing right now so no rash decisions are made. No one is neglected. And we can keep our feelings in check. That way, when the magic dust settles, we will know for sure if this is the real deal, or if it's just the shiny new.

While he was here, we went out in public, and he relished showing me off. Another first for me. He almost hoped we would run into someone he knew. He's really excited to go public with this.

Also while he was here, he met my mom and her boyfriend. Only Mom knows about the poly thing. Everyone else is in the dark. We figured that is information that can come out at a later time.

He's not perfect, but he's perfect for me. Just what I have been needing my entire life. A bright light to bring me out of darkness and illuminate my world.

Even if this doesn't work out, he's already saved me.

And So It Begins

This weekend, newly minted boyfriend (I'll call him Dragon) is coming to visit from Chicago. Sure, we've met before and all, but this will be the first visit in a dating capacity.

And I am terrified.

It has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with me and my emotional junk that I bring that ruins every relationship I am in. I am afraid that I'm going to screw this up, too.

He's been very patient with me, but he is also so excited he can hardly contain himself. He and hie wife are both giddy about this new aspect in their life. She's already started talking to someone, and turns out that they have mutual friends who are also poly. Small world.

I can't help but be excited, then nervous. I'm worried that this all these feelings is just New Relationship Energy talking, and when the dust settles, things will just die. Will he get bored? Will him and his wife change their mind? What if I get bored? I don't want to hurt anyone.

In a few hours, I will pick him up at the airport, and the dance will begin in earnest. He's already thinking about long-term and the distance. Of course, with my job, I can relocate anywhere and find work. But I have family here. He has family there. I tell him that we will cross that bridge down the road and that there is no need to rush things. Right now, I think the distance is good. I think it will help keep me grounded in that I don't totally lose myself in this. That I can keep a clear head about things. Control of myself...I'm afraid of losing it.

But I really shouldn't think about all this right now. He's on his way here, and we are both excited to see where this goes, all with Queen Bee's full consent and blessing.

The arrangement doesn't feel weird to me. And that alone, I think, is weird.

Oh, Sweet Irony!

I remember many, many moons ago, back in the time I was a good Mormon girl that did good Mormon girl things (meaning, nothing at all). I was afraid of penis, and only wanted an honorable priesthood holding husband so I could squirt out little babies and then later go on Prozac like every other breeding mother in the church. Anyway, I was having a discussion on polygamy, and whether it would be a practice the church would resume if it was ever legal to do so. (The mainstream LDS church prohibits polygamy, and you will excommunicated for such.)

I declared that if it were legalized, and Jesus himself came down and commanded it on live television, I still would never participate in polygamy. Sharing my husband? Forget about it! Go find your own!!

Here I am, almost 15 years later, am embarking on my journey into polyamory. No, I didn't stutter.

After I became an inactive Mormon, and delved into the delightful sins of penis, swearing, and coffee, the more and more I became disenchanted with vanilla. Oh sure, I added all the spice of kink, and it was fun, but there was something missing. It wasn't just about sex, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I'd have mind-blowing sex, but then feel empty immediately following. As if I had just gorged myself on the Chinese buffet of pleasure, and was hungry for something else 30 minutes later.

I have a long string of failed personal relationships. If I was dating a guy and I decided I wanted to "take it to the next level", they would panic and split. A few times, I would date a guy and tables would turn and I would be the one running with my tail between my legs. I'm hard to impress. Quick to get bored. And then a full-time relationship just didn't appeal to me.

Since my first sexual awakening, I had always joked that an ideal marriage for me would be where the husband still had his own house. We'd get together on certain dates, do married couple things, sometimes there would be sleepovers, and then he would go home...where I hoped he had hobbies or something to entertain him while I enjoyed my personal space.

Everyone laughed like it was a great joke. Only I wasn't joking. The trappings of a full time marriage do not appeal to me. I have no burning desire to have kids. And just bobbing along in the unreliable and unpredictable dating scene didn't sound so great either. As in a lot of other things in my life, I found myself in limbo. Not really fitting into anywhere.

So, I just gave up. I put up emotional walls. I had sex when I wanted, and just shrugged off the emptiness that followed. It's not a great way to live your life.

One day, I was talking to some good friends of mine. The wife, I feel a sisterly fondness for, and she of me. Her husband is awesome. They have the perfect marriage built on trust, honesty, openness, and I have never seen a couple as devoted to each other as those two. I was always proud to know such a married couple, because let's face it, great marriages have become unicorns.

At any rate, I was chatting with the wife (of whom I will give a nickname to later when I can think of a fitting one...I take such things seriously.), and she mentioned that her and the hubs were receptive to the idea of opening things up. Was something wrong in their marriage in that adding more people would fix it? No. Were they bored? No. They both believed that people could love more than one person, and if they could share their love and kindness to others, why would that be such a bad thing? And it wasn't just about sex. It was about intimacy.

After explaining the promptings of how this subject came about, and my feelings on the matter (if your relationship is good and both people can handle it, go for it), we talked of other things: scuba diving, triathlons, and career changes.

Now, I have always had a good rapport with the hubs (also trying to think of a suitable moniker). I met them both for the first time at a blogger meetup, and they had just started dating. I was instantly attracted to him, but shrugged it off as I don't make a play for men who are taken, even if it's just a date. Fast forward almost ten years, and our friendship is still going strong.

I'm not even sure what was the spark that lit the match, but at the end of the day, the wife had tossed in her consent for her husband to actively pursue me. Strangely, I felt equally receptive to the idea. So, the three of us have been laying the foundation. Talking about our expectations, our hopes, our concerns, our limits. Nothing is taboo. She even started referring to me as the Girlfriend. There's no jealousy there. No inkling of competition. We genuinely care for each other, and we all want the best for each other. And it totally blows my mind. I still pinch myself thinking this is all some strange dream and I am going to wake up. This goes against every single thing I was ever taught about marriage and relationships.

Funny thing is, that the idea of dating a married man with his wife's blessing doesn't startle me. I'm completely at ease with this. Everyone is. No, I think my challenges are going to be finally letting my emotional guard down, and letting someone into my life. In this case, I get two for the price of one. I get an intimate relationship from a caring man. I get an enhanced friendship with a woman I've long considered a sister. I feel like this is the piece that has been missing.

I'm still not into polygamy, but polyamory feels like a nice fit. I don't feel like I'm making any big sacrifice. Like comfortable slippers that have been waiting all this time for me to come home and slide them on.

Dusting Off the Cobwebs

Things have been going on, and I figured now would be a good time to dust off the ol' blog and see if I can get it up and running again.

Recap: Things didn't work out with the new guy. It didn't end on a bad note or anything. It just sort of fizzled out, the way most of my personal relationships do. I'm not bitter. It happens.

I'm embarking on a new journey. One I am both excited and terrified about.

I will post more later.

Catching Up

I know it has been a while since I have posted. A lot has happened between then and now. Allow me to elaborate.

After a little over a year, The Boy and I are no more. He met a girl, and decided he was a normal, vanilla relationship. Initially, I was hurt that he decided that I didn't have what he wanted long term, especially since I had grown attached to him. However, hindsight is 20/20, and looking back, I realized that while sexually and intellectually we were well matched, I could never be happy with someone like him in the long run. Now, I watch him revel in his new relationship, and quite frankly, I wonder just who the hell this guy is, flourishing in such a vanilla pairing. She's one of those non-intellectual sorority types, and as bland as you can get. I can see where this is going...marriage, kids, minivan, sex on Wednesdays. Those who know me well enough, know that this is not the life I want. It may work for some, but not for me.

Where one door closes, usually another one opens, and I started seeing someone as well. It's still in that new phase, but not sweet and syrupy. Dominance comes natural to him, but understands that it's not a matter of just bossing another person around (something I couldn't quite get The Boy to understand). This journey is shared by both of us. And we are just at the tip of the iceberg of sexually exploring each other. He shares my interest in Tantra, Shibari, and some other forms of kink. He won't share, though, so any types of swinging or poly are out of the question. I'm okay with that.

I'm crazy about him, and apparently he is about me. I look forward to this new adventure.

A Jar Full of Them!?

A recent text message from a friend had me giggling.

"...I'm going to go get an orgasm now. Chat with you later!"

It made me think of a cookie jar, but instead of cookies, there were orgasms. And you could just go pluck one out whenever you wanted one.

Too bad Target doesn't have something like this...

Joining the A-Team

A long time ago, back in the days of sex-is-evil-unless-you-do-it-with-your-husband, if you would have told me that at some point, I would willingly allow someone to drill me in the ass...well, I would've called you crazy, psycho, insane. I, like many women, weren't having any of that anal talk. You poop out of there!

Even after I took my sabbatical from church and started playing with boys, the butt was still strictly off limits. I dated a guy for two years and he was obsessed with butt sex (he even made a game out of begging me for it). For two years, my ass was on high alert for possible invaders. You still poop from there!!

One day, quite a few years back, I was getting a massage from a friend of mine (he was an instructor at a massage school). He was ridiculously hot, and waved a huge freak flag. The massage started innocently enough, but somewhere along the way, the innocent massage became not so innocent, and I ended up with his finger in my ass.

Surprisingly, I found it pleasant.

Fast forward to now, and The Boy. I've decided that The Boy has ruined me for other men...but that is beside the point. Anyway, The Boy had mentioned in the past of his desire for anal play, and in my desire to please him, started to seriously look at the subject. I'm sure every woman has a story if a bad anal experience, and it can be traced to lack of preparation and knowledge by both parties. Hell, I'd even had a bad experience in my formative sexual years. The guy "slips" and ends up in the wrong hole. While writhing in agony, he apologizes, and in the same breath, asks if I liked it. Who in the hell would enjoy something like that? From these bad experiences, I can only surmise that is why a lot of women are turned off by all things anal. That, and the fact that you poop from there.

At any rate, The Boy starts off slow...rimming (which feels awesome!), and then a finger (yes, please). Never forceful, always gentle, and reading my reactions enough to know when to continue or when to retreat. There came a moment when we tried for the big enchilada (his penis) in my forbidden garden, and it was a no-go. For one thing, he's not exactly small. Secondly, my body was just not ready for it.

Back to the drawing board I went.

I read everything I could get my hands on concerning anal sex. The best information I came upon was written by Nina Hartley. I knew she was a porn star. I knew she also used to be a nurse. She's also considered an expert of the Big A. Ordinarily, I think learning anything from porn is a bad idea, but what she wrote about made a lot of sense, and offered great advice for a novice such as myself. Probably because she spoke about it like a nurse.

If I could meet just one porn star in my life, she would be it.

Armed with knowledge, I finally felt I was ready. Unfortunately, The Boy was busy with whatever it is he gets busy with, and I was forced to wait to try out my new found education. And wait.

The time finally arrived when he wanted to come over one morning. I had worked the night before, and I actually sat at the desk weighing sleep vs sex. Sex with The Boy is always amazing, but gosh, sleep is good and I had to go back to work the following night.

In the end, Amazing Sex with The Boy won. Thank God.

We started out in the shower and worked our way to my bed where the Amazing Sex ensued. I always love looking into those expressive brown eyes when he's on top. I get mushy just thinking about it...

Butt sex! Oh yeah, I digress...

After round one, a brief intermission, and then onto round two and I'm getting pretty tired. The Boy mentions anal, and it I was game. The rules: we use lube, and he must listen to my cues very carefully. Agreed.

So, he starts with his fingers while I focus on relaxing...which is a lot harder than one might think. Things progress, and we graduate to his very excited cock, which was carefully introduced, in small increments. He was very gentle, very cautious...and before you know it, we're having anal sex.

It was amazing. I could feel my pussy dripping with pleasure...the feel of fullness, the sound of his moans and sighs, the urgency that culminated in an orgasm that left him shuddering beside me in a moment he called, "reaching enlightenment".

Yeah, I'm a sex goddess that way.

I don't think anal is something I would offer to just anyone. The fact that I trust The Boy implicitly is a huge factor in why I consented to him. So much could go wrong in that type of scenario, I shudder to think of what could happen in the hands of someone who wasn't as conscientious.

I didn't think it was possible to be even more crazy about someone, but I was proven wrong that day. I'm so looking forward to our next play date.