I never thought it could happen to me…
Like a previous entry, this may come off as shameless boasting, but as with that entry, such is not the case this time either. That entry was all about a fantastic weekend I had at the end of my winter break. This one is about last week, wherein all sorts of unexpected (and some expected) things happened.
Sunday:
The cuter of my two SFs (“esu-efu” is Japanese slang for “sex friend” a.k.a. “fuckbuddy”), C, had stayed over Saturday night and we started the week off good and proper-like before she had to leave for work.
Monday:
Normal day. Nothing special happened.
Tuesday:
My other SF, H, sends an email to my cellphone. I’m surprised, since I’ve not heard from her in a few weeks and hadn’t met up with her since before Xmas. I’d thought she’d moved on or found somebody more local to her home (she lives out in Chiba) to play with. Nope! She wants to know if she can come over Wednesday night.
Who am I to say, “no?” ^.^
Wednesday:
SF comes over and we go out to dinner then head back to my place. New territory is explored (you figure it out) and afterwards she tells me how jealous her roommate will be once she tells him what we did. Why will he be jealous? He’s been trying to get her to do that for a few years and hadn’t been able to pull it off.
Ego-trip much? ^.^
Thursday:
H heads off to work in the morning. Thursday is really Friday this week, since Friday’s a holiday. Three-day weekend! Yay!
Before leaving for work today I bounce a couple emails with a guy I’ve been chatting back and forth with. He’s off tomorrow as well and wants to meet up. Sure, why not?This evening I chat with a girl, M, I’ve talked to a bit, but not met yet. We discuss our weekend plans and find that our schedule’s are fairly wide open. I mention it would be a good time to get together and practice tying knots. (In a previous chat she’d expressed an interest in rope work and I told her I could show her a few tricks.) We agree to chat again later and see if we can set something up.
Friday:
Meet the new guy at the station near his place and we hang out. Beer, pizza and sex. Lots of sex. (He’s good! ^.^)
(For those of you keeping count, that’s three different people in one week. I don’t know how that rates on some sort of “horndog-o-meter,” but it’s probably pretty high up there. It’s also a new “record” for me.)
I go home and have a long, long sleep.
Saturday:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to what may very well be the most memorable day of my life.
Wake up. Drink lots of cafe au lait. I send a cellphone mail to M. She writes back, saying she’s on her way home (guess she got lucky too! ^.^) and will look me up online once she’s home.
After she gets back to her place we start chatting and figuring out plans. I’ve got to run down to Shibuya to go to the Vodafone (my cell provider) shop. Good place to go, as she only lives two stops away from Shibuya. We agree that meeting up would be a fine idea and discuss what sort of “stuff” I should bring over. Then she asks the question I think every guy wakes up every day hoping he’ll hear:
“do you like … 2 girls in same time ?”
Like I’d say “no” to that?!?
^.^
I tell her that would be quite nice. She says she’ll still need to ask her friend, but maybe it’s an option. Shit, at this point even the mere idea is enough for me! While we chat she bounces a mail to her friend. Friend says she’ll come over (she wants to practice knots as well!), but won’t commit to any playing until after she’s met me. Heck, that’s reasonable.
Then she offers to cook dinner.
At this point the BS alarms in my head start to tingle. No way could this chick be all this. A homecooked meal and the potential for a threesome all in one evening. Nah, can’t possibly happen.
Or can it? O.o
I get my business at Vodafone squared away and send M an email. She’s excited and says to come on over, telling me which exit of her station to meet her at. I get there before she does, but she shows up a few minutes later. She’s rather cute. (Maybe even cuter than C!) We walk back to her place, chat over a beer and discuss how our respective Friday nights went. We’re equally pleased with our successes and things drift towards how tonight may go. Her friend, K, shows up (also very cute!) and has brought some rope of her own. Whoo-hoo!
We joke and play around, and I show them a few things to try. They’re both digging it, and we goof around, chat and have a few drinks. We take a break for dinner (everybody chips in to help, but M does most of the cooking – everything is very tasty) and then get back down to business.
K offers to be the guinea pig since she’s got a sugar-daddy who wants to see what she looks like bound. We get her nicely tied (going for both effective restraint and pleasing visuals) and M snaps a few pics. K likes the shots and we move on to another variation.
Somewhere along the way things start to get interesting.
K starts playing with M, so I decide to lend a hand…
This is the point where I could go into scads of graphic detail that would fit the title of this entry, but I’m not going to do that. Why? Well, while I’m willing to share the generalities of my sex life on here, specifics are best left to the imagination.
And I’m sure that most people, even if they haven’t had a threesome have imagined one at least once.
Suffice it to say that all three of us had a delightful time together, until K had to leave. (Early work on Sunday.) M and I continued having a great time with each other, and did so again on Sunday morning.
And thus ended my week. ^.^
I’m sure by now at least some of you are saying things like, “dude, you are so full of shit.” Hey, if somebody tried telling me this, I’d be inclined to say the same thing. But, to steal a line from Dave Barry:
I swear, I am not making this up.
Every word of this entry is 100% true. Am I bragging? I don’t think so. I see this more as sharing some amazing events in my life. While this may not be the most sex I’ve ever had in one week, it’s certainly the most partners and the most variety of sex. Am I some sort of man-slut? Tough to say, as that’s a judgement call, based on the individual morality of the person making the call.
Clearly, I’ve not got a lot of morals.
At least not where sex is concerned. Anything that feels so good is meant to be enjoyed. And to limit the amount or variety you can get is just silly. Who wants to miss out on something that good?!?
Certainly not me. ^.^