My journey to polyamory in my married life began like most people who I’ve chatted with about it: my husband and I lost the intimacy and connection we used to have.
Daily life is never all about me. I go without a lot of things on the day to day in order to ensure that my family has what they need most. But there’s a moment, usually at the end of the day, when I want some me time. I want someone to take an interest in me. Let’s talk about the latest news, movie, or art exhibit. Ask about the books I’m reading or tell me you’ve been thinking about my body... Click for pic 📸
When she returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a plush white terry cloth robe, Ken felt his heart drop to his stomach. It was the sight of her beautifully bronzed-brown skin next to the bright white cloth of the robe and her hair pulled up, which accented her slim long neck. He wanted to kiss her neck and feel her warmth underneath him. Lisa was surprised to see the room decked out in fragrant candles and flowers. The bed was covered in a shiny-plastic or rubber-looking sheet. “What’s all of this?” she asked taking in the very romantic scene before her. Ken smiled and for the first time she realized that he had completely disrobed.
Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual references. Only for readers 18+.
With me, you bloom, you laugh, we ride. At home, you pull the petals back in and hide. You kiss my mouth and bite my lips. You slap my ass and squeeze my hips. You touch, you taste, you always savor. And as you fell, you became much braver. Your life away must always come first. But when you are gone, I fear the worst. Our romance is destined to be caught in a song, In a moment of time when the music comes on. I know what you need, I’ve seen your heart through your eyes. You’ve whispered, you’ve hinted, but you’re telling more lies. Your secret, my love, is safe with me... No soul has to know that you truly crave three.
Even before my husband and I decided to open our marriage, I’ve always enjoyed meeting new people, spending time hearing their stories, and learning from their experiences. I’m definitely an extrovert because I get energy from being in social situations. That said, I also greatly value my alone time. It’s when I can exhale, meditate, read and write. This is precious quiet time that I need daily. In deciding to open our marriage, I was looking forward to spending more time around people I find interesting regardless of their gender. I like spending time with my girlfriends, but I missed male companionship even if platonic. But if there was mutual interest and chemistry, then being poly meant we could ethically explore where that might lead.
I’m a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic. I love romance. For me, however, romance can exist outside of love. I love love, all types of love. And, falling “in love” (not to be confused with loving someone) is the best feeling ever, but that doesn’t happen often for me. Instead, I tend to meet really amazing people who I could easily love, and with whom I can enjoy romantic moments and maybe even sex. But sex is not love and it’s not “in love.”
Softly you touch Your mouth to mine, Lips brushing lips Tasting thrill mixed with wine. Tongues gently play... Move in close for this kiss. Years moved through time Brought us here to this bliss.
When you discard me, be sure to close the lid on the bin. Walk away. Don’t look back to reach in... I’ve already moved on. This side of the road, I’ve been discarded here before... I know my way home by heart. They call it muscle memory. And my heart always remembers. She never forgets.
Still blindfolded and naked, Felicity remained bound by her wrists to a stake pushed deep into the ground at the beach campsite. Her body laid out before the heavens and nature, the campfire on one side and the sound of the ocean on the other.