"Look at her, taking it all in. What a spoiled girl." The guys were praising me for taking the whole of 8.5 inches down my throat while I was already completely filled up inside. A newly acquired skillset lately.
The second time with T, on a Wednesday morning, he brought along a set of handmade leather gear. It was a bright pink color, a hobby he had picked up during COVID. T took his time tightening the wrist, ankle, and thigh ties on me. He then locked my ankles to my thighs and secured my wrists together. I loved wearing my sexy lingerie, just being there, being worked on, all soft, enticing, and smelling like morning flowers. His thick steady hands worked my body, his strong arms flipping me around. Their sweet kisses fell on me from time to time. My hands and legs were locked, positioned however the guys wanted. I was ready to be taken - to be invaded and occupied - and I was ready to welcome and receive their strength and warmth deep inside of me.
Then T leaned down on the bed and placed me on top of him, facing the side of his legs. It was a brand-new position I'd never tried before and one that took a lot of strength and experience from the guy to handle. Within seconds, T was bouncing me on top of him, both hands grabbing tight on my waist, and I started to moan and I was dripping wet. "Good morning, sexy. I hope this is the morning sex you had envisioned."
T was going to make a set of leather gear for me, and he asked about the color. While embracing one in my mouth and one in my vagina, I freed my mouth to let the guys know they could pick a color for me.
"Maybe light green, similar to the jade jewelry you're wearing," T said.
"Yes, she loves that color, light green," Raj confirmed.
They collaborated while moving in rhythm. "Dang, we are so good at teamwork!"
"...in general, I'm not very verbal in bed, simply because I can't catch a breath to speak. But I really enjoyed the leather gear, the tie-ups, and the new positions. I was sooo wet..." "...I'm getting better at reading your body language. I hope that you feel safe expressing what you need (or don't want) at any time..." "...I do feel safe with you, and I liked whatever you did to me..." I enjoyed the follow-up communication as well. I feel open, safe, and communicative in the way I'm able.
Twelve hours earlier, on Tuesday evening, R was with us in the same hotel room. My parents and Raj are traveling soon for two weeks, so we've planned sessions for anyone who wants to play with us before we go on break.
R is entirely new to this scene; we were his first couple. This was my second time with him, and I was prepped for DP. R has the exact same body type as my guy, and I haven't been able to do DP with anyone else. We haven't played with my guy properly in a long while due to his crazy schedule. R is significantly less experienced in group play than my other partners, but he makes up for it by being kind, respectful, and smart. He was gentle and patient, and he was there to assist Raj.
The DP was as smooth and magical as it has always been. It was our third or fourth time, but R's first. The three of us thoroughly enjoyed it, with me cumming with a vibrator while both my front and back were fully filled. The guys also enjoyed my back entrance separately.
The pain only lasts for the first minute. The guys always have me ride one of them, then try to enter the second from behind, very slowly. Once the second cock, usually Raj, is fully positioned, my body starts to secrete a thick white liquid, which makes me enjoy it. With two cocks tightly filling me up next to each other, it feels surreal and celestial.
R and Raj have the exact same length, though Raj is a tad (4mm) thicker. I can say this with such precision because they took photos of me holding and eating two cocks; otherwise, I wouldn't have felt the difference. Now we're collecting photos with all of my guys, with me as the only face in the images, holding two erect cocks in my two hands or embracing the two tips in my mouth while they're positioned against each other. These are going to be added to my "good girl" album. Sometimes I share the images in some groups just to show off.
Oh, how I wish I could show these off to all the people I know in real life - I mean, all of them, seriously. And I'm looking forward to holding three or more giant cocks together and having photos of that. I am such a xxx girl. I don't know, whatever you want to call it, and it doesn't concern me at all. It's just who I am. I'm simply enjoying my life the way I want.
With Raj's and T's in my two hands, their added length is as wide as my shoulders, maybe even wider. Women's bodies are truly amazing. "I can feel you stretching, mmm, so good..." "I can feel you tighten up while you're choking on Raj, awww, that feels so good..." T whispered in my ear this morning.
The two guys from Vegas we played with during our first night of group play are both coming to San Francisco. Last week, the 57-year-old suddenly messaged Raj, asking if he could play with us on Monday. His tech company is based here in the East Bay, and he's been working remotely from Vegas.
"No, obviously. I'm sorry, but he's only qualified for couples, because of the age and all that, you know it."
"Yes, for sure," Raj replied.
The young guy who was too nervous to perform also sent me a message out of the blue: "I meant to tell you that I'll be coming to San Francisco soon."
"Yeah, sure, you come and we'll play!"
"Thank you, I'll be so looking forward to it. Sorry I was so nervous and tired that night. And I got so hard when I was by myself thinking about how hot you are." He'd apologized for the tenth time by then.
M is a 34-year-old graphic designer who is quite hunky, if he is not nervous. He was born and raised in Las Vegas, where he also attended college. When asked about his work, he said he designs the signs you see at big music festivals that direct people where to go.
Last Saturday night was the final night of J's month-long sabbatical in San Francisco. He and we had a drink at Chotto Matte, a fancy rooftop bar he suggested. He was a smooth and straightforward communicator, making a great effort to plan our meeting.
J, 28, was born and raised in NYC, has parents from Ecuador, and is fluent in Spanish, Italian, and almost Brazilian. He went to Brown University and spent a year abroad at a university in Spain. At 5'7", he has a muscular, thick upper body and tattooed arms, along with a handsome, friendly face. As a teenager, he practiced Japanese martial arts and fenced with a foil for two years during his last two years of high school.
I was impressed by his profile and how he communicated. When he showed up in a casual but stylish outfit, bursting with energy, I was instantly smitten. He's highly educated, well-traveled, intelligent, and sweet, with big career ambitions. During his time in San Francisco, he fell in love with the city and is now seriously considering looking for a job here. He expressed disappointment with NYC, saying it's no longer the diverse melting pot it once was. He feels suffocated by the pressure to succeed that everyone seems to carry. In contrast, he finds San Francisco more relaxed, "way less uptight and tense," and believes people here are more inclined to have hobbies and enjoy life. He also noted that the lifestyle scene in NYC is dominated by white people, whereas San Francisco is more open and diverse, with many Asians and Latinos in the scene.
We ended up in his hotel room an hour later. He held my hand the entire walk from the bar to his hotel. While the hotel wasn't as fancy as what we're accustomed to, it was centrally located, which provided him with easy access to all the IT and AI events happening in town. It was his own money, and it was a month-long stay.
J's cock was an average size, about 5.5 inches in erection and not too thick. I've heard that women don't need giant ones as long as men put in effort and are experienced. This was certainly the case with J. As he was literally "jumping on me," according to Raj. He tried very hard, using his mouth, tongue, and fingers. While I wasn't used to so much fingering, I didn't mind and appreciated the effort. If later on he indeed moves here and I get to keep him, he would be my only guy with an average cock, hence my cutest collection.
Though I wasn't very wet, the same with Raj. We later figured this was due to the hotel room setting - we were too used to fancy, unused hotel rooms, and a single guy's normal hotel room, where he had stayed for an entire month, was less of a turn-on. We used lube and were fine. He couldn't cum due to nervousness, but had a great night fucking me for almost an hour nonstop. It's funny that a seasoned NYer who has ten years in lifestyle feels nervous, just like the Vegas guy who has been in the lifestyle for five years. They must come to San Francisco to train and gain experience. We're forever wild and wet out here, with groups of people open for them to dive in.
"I feel so lucky that I found you two on my last day here in San Francisco, and I am attracted to both of you. You two make it even harder for me to leave here." J stated. "When did you know that you wanted to have it with me?" He also asked. "I think it was since the very beginning when you showed up. You looked so good and were so cute!" I answered honestly. "Really? Thank you very much, that makes me very happy!" "Ya, we will be waiting for you to come and settle in San Francisco!"
I've started to really enjoy this lifestyle, especially with a growing list of solid people who could become my friends. With each person I meet, I don't forget to look for that special connection which gives me butterflies - that inexplicable feeling of "being in love." Unfortunately, I haven't found it. I only feel that with my guy; I long for and miss him on a completely different level. But maybe that's not a bad thing, because the strong, profound friendship and partnership we could eventually build is the only thing that could last and will truly support me.
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