It started because I told this girl friend about the fifth. The girl friend showed me that she really wanted the man. One thing about me that will never change is that I always act on my best intentions, not even one hair on me is stained with impurity, and I have unlimited energy, sympathy, and kindness. If I can sense it, and I can actually sniff it from miles away, that there is room for me to be of some help, I will dive in head down, giving whatever I have.
So, I spent a lot of my time facilitating these two to meet and play. I wanted my girl friend to enjoy her life to the full and experience whatever she dreams about.
The meet and play was set to happen on Saturday night. The girl friend said she never had orgasms before, she never experienced anything that I take for granted daily - satisfying sex and oceanic orgasms. I threw my hands up, told the two, "You got this, it's your night! It will be her first time ever, her introduction into our world, introduction into sex and orgasm, even. Can you imagine that?!? I don't want her to be overwhelmed because she might be unfamiliar with three-way dynamics, don't care about me, and put her first. But hey, come to me whenever you are done satisfying her." By Friday night, I had become merely a messenger of the two. I had become nonexistent. They made it all romantic between themselves, via me, "I won't send her text just yet, even though you already gave me her number. I want to wait till she is all covered in cum and sweat and losing her breath and brain in my arms. It's more respectful that way." Okay, whatever you say, lovebird!
Eva had a kink of being choked, slapped, and she wanted pain, while the 26 y/o was a "hyper dominant" who loved to choke, slap, and give pain; he loved violent sex, I guess? I absolutely can't do it, I would want no one to give me pain or really choke me. I mean, many men did put their hands on my neck, but not heavily because they knew I couldn't take it, and my husband was there to protect me. Quite on the contrary, I love men being gentle and respectful with me. I'm turned on by gentle men with soft voices and gentle hands, especially if they are intellectual, who could spark deep conversations with me. I love men who are focused and are into details, but not in an emotionally possessive way, only the way they naturally approach and study things. The two were excited to be wrapped around each other's choking hands and strong arms, I understand entirely. I'm glad you guys found each other, lol!
But my husband didn't like the sound of it at all, the way they both couldn't be fast enough to treat me like an inconsequential third wheel. The way I was so obviously used and so quickly disposed of. It didn't say anything about me, but everything about them. He insisted, "No, it's your party. Everything is at your grace. You are The Queen. You gotta own the place. If you can't enjoy yourself at events like this, then there is no point at all in making such events. You, yourself, are not charity; your time is not charity. Only the extremely fortunate ones could get their hands on you, by your grace. Most people in this world can't even dream! And you can't always put yourself down like this, it hurts me, please don't do it. I don't want to see you always willingly sacrifice yourself and let everyone walk over you. Now go to the list of your guys, ask each one of them, see who would be available, and pick one to add to your party. This is why, since the beginning, I have urged you to come up with a list of them; it's for emergencies like this. And you make sure you enjoy both of the guys at your party. Don't be shy, go ahead and touch both of them proactively, grab them, kiss them, climb on them, hold on to them, and make them yours. You are the queen, you own them all at your party. In any case, if no one was available to join you, I would come and take you away. I can't be at the party because she is a friend of mine too, but ya, I'll come and get you out of it, I'll open a room next to them and make you my queen!"
Hence, I did. In my list, the first three, two early-to-mid-30s, one early-40s, are posh guys with posh jobs. They are busy, like us. One of my new (vanilla) friends once tried to ask me out for an event that would happen on the same night. I told him, "I'm sorry, but events with me have to be planned weeks before. I am, in general, always booked." The same goes for my first three fancy guys. One was going to the symphony, one had plans with friends, and one had plans with family. Two of them really missed me, and we planned for the next meet and play, within the same conversation. Ya, the one I was in love with has the highest profile and is the busiest. Well, actually, they three are in entirely different industries, you can't really say who is higher profile than who. He never would initiate the planning, due to the nature of his job, I guess. He appears to be the most cautious and reserved. But he was really sorry he couldn't come and wanted me to update him about the night. At this point, I am hesitant to play with him because I fear catching feelings again. I genuinely enjoy my nonchalant style of peace, and I want to continue being a man. To be honest, he didn't do anything to make me fall out of love. [Holy shit, Raj just went ahead and planned with him!! The bond between men who are both super intelligent, respectful, and responsible is beyond my understanding... I'm so fucked!!! 😭 But I'm overwhelmed right now, I can't think about it. One thing at a time. What should happen will happen...]
Luckily, my fourth, the most recent acquisition after the club crowd encounter, had the flexibility. He is a restaurant server, 33. I asked him on Saturday morning; he said work would finish at 10:30, and he would surely come after work was completed. He was thrilled that I thought to ask him and couldn't wait for the night. He gave me a positive feeling from the club encounter and some conversations we carried on in text afterwards. I believe he is a decent human being with sincerity and honesty. He also asked for my Instagram earlier. I checked his profile, and he seemed like a warm human being who loves traveling and enjoys time with a diverse group of friends. Even though we haven't played a three-way yet with my husband, my husband approved him and was glad he could help me in the emergency, on such short notice.
The fourth one is the strongest. All of them are tall hunkies, two are 6'2, and have big builds, but the fourth one surely ranks at the top. He does lift up the best; it seemed like a piece of cake for him, and he can sustain a long duration of time in that position without getting tired. Although they all love to hold me up and do that often with me, holding me in their arms, making me hold on tight to them and kiss them, the other three can only do it briefly (Actually, the guy I was in love with doesn't do that to me, he is not 6'2, tall still, he can, but he doesn't do it). "I can't wait too! And I wanna be lifted up." I told my fourth on Instagram.
He had a little gym section before heading to work
I had my music performance at 8:30 p.m. It was a huge success. I played well and danced the most on stage. As a team, we all grooved with music skills and style, and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. We were all so proud of ourselves and felt truly uplifted. Our friends and family also loved our show, and we got them on their feet to dance! I had my first round of massive fun for Saturday night.
I didn't forget about my commitment. The girl friend simply couldn't wait. The show was delayed for half an hour, and she said, "If you need to cancel, don't hesitate." The idea of canceling never appeared in my head; I am entirely unfamiliar with it. Did I ever cancel? Even once? No, I never put myself in the center so that my decision could kill the buzz for the others or even cause any slight inconvenience. I always first think and act for other people's enjoyment and convenience.
But I did need time to shower and dress up. At 9:50, I told my girl friend that I should be ready by 10:45. Her Uber arrived at my place at 10:25. If you gotta wait, you gotta wait.
We got into Uber, excited for the night!! "Now let me inform the guys our eta. Ya, surprise surprise, I got another hunk! Yeeeee!"
When we arrived at the hotel, the 26 y/o 6'3 was waiting, for her. I spent 10 minutes checking in. Then I found them hiding in a corner, she on his lap, his hands all over her, their faces stuck together. "You two already started!" They turned to me, bright red lipstick marks were all over her and his faces. On her nose, her chin, her cheek, all around her lips; and his face too, a wide bright red mark around his lips, some on his chin and cheek too. I have never seen anything like that before; it was pretty funny. Neither of the two intended to invite me in; the place where they sat had no room for me. I stood there, scrolling my phone. 5 minutes later, they wanted to move to the room. "You guys go ahead, I will wait for my friend to come and join you guys. Save some for me, okay?" "You got a friend?" The 26 y/o asked. "Ya, I got my friend A to join us." The two walked away with the room key while still holding onto each other, their lips stuck together while walking. I told them earlier that red marks were all over their faces, and they tried, but nothing came off. Still quite funny.
My fourth arrived in another 40 minutes. He kept me updated while I was waiting by myself in the hotel bar. My husband was on the chat with me the whole time while I was alone. My fourth explained that a group of young girls were celebrating a girl friend's 21st birthday, and he was taking a lot of photos for them. "They wanted the photos from all angles. I took many photos for them, and they were very happy." Then he had to clean up the tables and the floor, the girls had brought a lot of glitter that was scattered everywhere. "Awww, you are such a sweet person." I sincerely commented.
"Let's go upstairs, put down the bags, and go for your two tequila shots," I replied. My fourth said he routinely needed two tequila shots with a beer after work, plus a joint of weed, to ease into any night activities.
We kept chatting and opened the hotel door, room 735. The two in bed had an entire hour to themselves by now. "How was it? Are you guys having good fun?" It looked like they were entangled in each other's arms and legs. She hid in his arms, smiling uncontrollably. Their faces had been cleaned up by then; there were no red marks anymore. "This is my friend A, we are going to get some shots across the street. You guys be good, okay?" "Are you okay? Enjoying your time? You feeling fine? All good?" I leaned closer to make sure my girl friend was in a good state, not hurt in any sense, and had control of the situation. She looked completely smitten and was having the time of her life. Her "first date ever", her own words, seemed so far, so good. While the two were in bed, they had no intention of getting up. The 26 y/o did ask me to come closer, and we kissed a little. I told him, "Save some for me," following my husband's instructions.
A and I walked to the local bar, where people were singing karaoke. It was a cozy Oakland bar filled with mainly black people. Bouncer checked our ID, but A couldn't find it in time. There was only a broken half, the half with his birthday on it, so the bouncer let him go. But A kept digging into his wallet, eventually he fished out the new ID, and ran to the bouncer to show him. I really liked this behavior, a very sincere and honest human being. A got his two tequila shots and a beer, and I tried his beer. When he was in the restroom, an older black woman talked to me. She enjoyed the sight of us, wondering if A was my boyfriend. I replied, "Hmmm, a friend :) But ya, he is a sweetheart." She was happy about us hanging out together. We chatted nicely, and she gave me hugs and compliments. She loved my sparkling, shining high heels covered in crystals. I hugged and praised her back.
A and I kept chatting, and we conversed very naturally. He was very easy to talk to since he would like to answer my questions with as much detail as he could provide, and he was very free to share his stories, with nothing to hide. He talked with a typical black swag, which was quite new to me; I had never been close this way with that kind of swag. For a moment, I felt he was the black version of Forrest Gump, in the sense of sincerity.
After his joint of weed, we went back to room 735. We had never stopped chatting, talking about all kinds of random stuff. I was curious about his life, the work he did, the places he went, and the countries he enjoyed the most. He wanted to save up and buy a condo in Thailand and eventually retire there.
Back in the room, we got to business, sharing a bed with the other two, who had never stopped their actions. It was her last day of period, and red spots were everywhere. But at least one side of the bed was clean. A got into lifting up right away, I guess that was something he loved to do too. I couldn't stop joking about it because in the club, at one point, my hands slipped and I thought I would fall, but obviously he got me. I was like, "Don't drop me okay, I know you won't lol, remember in the club? You almost did? Or no, you won't let me fall. I know." "Baby, of course, I won't let you fall, never!" "Baby, tell me how you like it, I will do as you want it." We chatted naturally, not whispering, but in our usual voices, filling the room. I moaned whenever I needed to, I laughed as much as I wanted to, and we conversed about whatever was on our minds. Meanwhile, the other couple didn't make a sound, quietly but nonstop pounding. They also didn't make a gesture to interact with us. Maybe they were whispering to each other, but I wouldn't care; I had my own business. The couple eventually moved to the restroom and spent almost 30 - 40 minutes there.
"Eva hasn't eaten anything since breakfast. We are getting some food." "Sure! Are you guys coming back after that?" "Ya, most probably." "Okay, have a good lunch! Waiting for you here!" While searching for shoes, the 26 y/o had a nice peek at A's dong, ya, dude, bigger than yours, lol. A and I continued chatting. "Have you fallen in love before?" Then he spent the next hour sharing stories about his two times of being in love. The second time was with a Thai mamasang. This guy loves Asian women.
By the time the couple returned from their burgers, A and I finished his love stories and got back to having our second round. The couple whose tummies were finally filled bounced back to their business immediately. Husband made me cum really hard on Saturday afternoon, while I was taking a nap, recovering from the previous night with Leena. But I felt the need to cum there in the room. A was helping me. It was a little hard to achieve, considering all the circumstances. But A patiently tried out many positions for me. How fast, how slow, how deep, how shallow, he wanted me to give him an apparent instruction, and he did accordingly. We tried for at least half an hour, took a break in between, adjusted the positions, speed, and depth, and didn't give up. Yes, I did cum at the end. I screamed for a good twenty seconds.
"How did you feel when I cum? Can you feel me squeezing you?" "Ohhh, so if you were not in high speed, you could feel more. If you were fast, you wouldn't feel as much!" "Oh, so you keep reaching my cervix, right? How does it feel? Do you like it?" "Oh, you feel it playing with it, wrapped around it, oh wow! Like a soft surface you can dent in, right?!" "You know when I was the most horney? Let me tell you! See, I have been masturbating since I was a teen, okay? But the most horney was when I was pregnant with my first, the second trimester. I couldn't stop thinking about sex, not even for one second, with a baby inside of me!! Can you imagine that? lol! I was as horney as a teen boy, maybe more! That's why MILF is a legit thing, okay! hahha!" "So what, you got the freedom to decide who to give free cookies to? What about the customers who came and said, I got a promotion today, or I got a divorce today, would you give them free cookies?" "Oh, why are you the most loved server there? What do they love you for? How do you know they love you?" "Oh, you did that? That's so sweet of you. Once we were in a hot tub and a group of women, most probably on a cruise for their high school reunion or something, one woman had mascara all over her face, those other women classmates, none of them told her anything. That was so mean! I, a complete stranger, almost went ahead and helped her clean up her face. Then one of her close friends appeared and rescued her. I am so glad you are kind and direct this way, it's very sweet!" "What? What's cauliflower-steak?! I would never imagine, that's so funny, lol!"
After I cum, A didn't continue since I needed some rest. We resumed our chats. A lay there cozily, and I sat curl-legged, facing him. We were as comfortable as we could be, naked, nonstop chatting on random stuff. Laughing and spilling out whatever was on our minds, filling up the entire room with poise and confidence. Meanwhile, the couple stayed quietly, in action. And for a long time, in the bathroom, 20 - 30 minutes, in action as well.
Amid my amazement about the vegan dish "Cauliflower-steak", the couple was done and decided to go home. "You guys are done? Had fun? Happy? I hope you satisfied my friend?" "Oh, she came 3, 4 times? Oh wow, I didn't hear anything, but goooood! Job well done!" We all were dressing up and packing to leave. "Anybody missing anything?" "I just need my Kindle." Eva took her Kindle from her bag and held it close to her heart. Ya, ya, we all know, you are such an avid reader, of dark romance. A helped me with packing, clicking the buttons on my fancy shoes. He had trouble unbuttoning my fancy shoes when we arrived, which was pretty funny. Now it took us a long time to tighten the shoes, still funny. "See, these fancy shoes are difficult, okay?!" "Yaa, I'm saurry, lol..." A held my bags while walking us out. Eva got an Uber for us. A sent my bags to my seat, he didn't want me to leave them in the trunk since I could very much forget about them.
While standing outside the hotel door, waiting for Uber to arrive, I heard the two lovebirds, who had been stuck together for four hours exclusively, having this conversation: "Don't overthink, okay? You often overthink, right? I know it." Eva sweetly commanded, like a sweetheart.
The moment Eva and I sat in the Uber, I asked, "How was it? Good pounding? Hunky enough for you? Good orgasms? Satisfied?" She ignored the whole hunky part, but started telling me these: 1. "How can you say he is not smart? He knows so much about geography! He can pronounce the name of my country correctly!" 2. "We have so much in common!" 3. "He is going to Europe to travel, I think he is not as broke as you said!" 4. "He told me, 'You are so hard to read', awwww!" 5. "It's not me who is getting into trouble, okay? It's him, he is falling all over me! He is getting in too deep!" 6. "When I told him I hadn't eaten since breakfast, he acted so fast, wanting to immediately take me out for food!" 7. "He was so much into me, in the restroom, he got carried away, didn't use a condom."
I took a breath in and replied nonchalantly, "Girl, first of all, you gotta calm the fuck down and stop acting so stupid. Secondly, and most importantly, if you don't want to die or get pregnant with their babies, make sure they wear condoms. All of them want to do it bare, unless they get tested right before they play with you, never take any risk. Your sweetheart tried to sneak into me without a condom on Monday, too. Raj saw it and stopped him. Raj has always been my guardian, as I said, all, but all, guys want to have it bare! Get a test done soon, just to be safe. His last test was in March; Thirdly, he did the exact same things to me on Monday, he didn't respect the three-way play like my other guys, he didn't respect the husband but grabbed me for himself, the entire time. My other guys know how to play team with Raj, they know how to properly rotate and take turns, but he doesn't have self-control. Raj always would take a long shower to leave me alone with my guy for a good 20-30 minutes. During that time, he kissed my mouth deeply and long, played with my hair, and kissed all over my face, shoulders, neck, and chest, everywhere, repeatedly, nonstop. And do you know how many times he looked into my eyes and told me 'You are so so so beautiful'? At least 20 times, in that short time. Usually, I get maybe 10 times, from the sweetest guys, throughout the night, though. He was a little too obsessive, so I told you very early on that he was obsessive, remember? And remember those messages he sent the next day about lifting me up? He lifted me up whenever he got a chance. When we were exiting the hotel, walking down the stairs, since our room was on the second floor on Monday, he lifted me up and held me to the gate. He was kissing me nonstop when I was in his arms. I am now 100% sure this is his trick; he does it to all women. He acts like he is in love with you, so he can prey on you and make you fall in love. How can you fall into such an obvious trap so easily? Forthly, how ridiculous it is that he is not broke? Now you believe he is rich? Why did he never even mention that he could chip in for the cost of the hotel and condoms? Did he bring any condoms? Europe my ass. Fifthly, smart my ass, he has absolutely no opinion on any topic that I threw at him, music, social issues, history. Yes, smart at talking dirty, seducing women, definitely not intelligent, at all. I kinda cleared him as my fifth, but hey, I never wanted to rush to play with him again, for myself. A little obsessive and different from other decent guys. Now that it's confirmed, I know exactly who he is and his intentions. Not an inch of it is good. It's also not because of age and lack of experience that he doesn't know what's proper during a three-way. He actually claimed to be highly experienced. But there is something very evil in his behavior; he is a predator, preying on women to fall in love with him so that he can exploit them. And he does this to each and every woman. So, ya, don't be stupid, cool the fuck down. He is never going to be in love with you, and you are never going to be in love with him. I know you act this way mainly because society conditions women to be indiscriminately emotional since birth, and we are brainwashed to believe that we can't separate emotions from physical. The truth is, we can separate anything from anything; you just need a lot of practice. Now I have done enough practice to stay calm and not be affected, but you are inexperienced, no matter how much I have already warned you. But you enjoyed the hunkiness, you had a fabulous night, that's all this is about. Now go home and sleep!"
This is what I meant when I talked about dark romance. It is okay to be fans of dark romance, but if you box your life into its minimal version of the self-absorbed narrative -- you are the center of the universe, there will be a tall, handsome, smart, and rich, ya, he has to be rich, white, ya, only white, dude who has a huge dick picks you out from millions of women, treats you like a princess, gives you all the money and makes you his wife, stays exclusive to you forever -- your ability to judge is gonna to be totally messed up. And that is not gonna to be fun, but it will put your life in danger. No wonder I had never grown much of a liking towards it, not only because of the boring single version of a narrative, but also because of the potential damage it could cause to your brain.
The 26 y/o sent me a message saying "it was fun" after he arrived home at 3 a.m. I replied to him in the morning, "Fun? But you had zero interest in fucking me or pleasuring me like we planned earlier. I completely understand though, it happens, don't worry. I won't be inviting you to the three-ways, hope you understand." That was the last message I sent to him. He is out. In this game, I choose honesty, respectfulness, and decency, a little dishonesty and trickery, and you are out. I have been in this selection process for many years now, I have set up my rules and been following them strictly.
After three hours of sending the last message to the 26 y/o, Eva asked me if I had said anything about her to him. I was like, "To whom? Didn't I show you the screenshot of my last interaction with him? Out means out. It was my decision on qualifying or disqualifying him on my own game; it has nothing to do with you. You two exchanged numbers; whatever you do with each other, it's none of my business. I have many, many more people to go through, and I have a strict set of rules to follow. Business is business."
Then, after another 7 to 8 hours, Eva told me that the 26 y/o had blocked her after I sent that last message to him. It proved exactly what I said, didn't it? "I really like the way you and A were together..." We were pretty good, no? But one can't get everything one wants, right? And you didn't even say hello to my black friend, did you? The thing is, anybody can go ahead and build their own kingdom, and have all the different varieties there. It's utterly doable. But how diverse it will end up looking, it's everybody's own business.
What a successful night out. I have killed many birds with one stone. Let's count: 1. I picked a guy that exactly fitted into Eva's fantasy, she told me he was her "book boyfriend", exact word (just by seeing the photos and some screenshots of his chats with me); 2. I successfully introduced her into our world by giving her a night of fantasy and satisfying pounding, which granted her first-time experiences on many fronts; 3. I got to see through an evil, a predator, without having to go through more interactions with him myself. It was a quick, unpainful cut off; 4. I protected Eva from falling under an evil's prey; 5. I further qualified and confirmed my fourth; 6. I stood firmly on my ground and didn't let anybody walk over me. I showed them who the queen was; 7. I had a great night out. This whole thing was hella fun for me, to be honest.
I have built my garden and am its protector. I only invite people over to whom I have granted permission. Nobody gets to come and step over my plants and flowers. Nobody.
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