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Friday, July 16, 2010

Raphael = Ravenous Erika

Thoughts of Raphael have me sexually ravenous. He's 6', dark, handsome, of black and Hispanic descent, wears size 10 shoes, has a warm aura about him, is friendly, always smiling, and cracking jokes. So what you may be thinking?

Well, where do I start with this story!?!? I am in a committed relationship though open, he is in a closed committed relationship with his girlfriend who is expecting (as in a baby) and we work together. At work, I wear a mask of utmost professionalism, I keep the kidding to a minimum and often come across as uptight. However, I'm beginning to slip. Raphael works in the mail room of my largest client and I've been seeing him a lot more lately since the terms of my contract changed and I've had to work more hours onsite. The increased onsite hours allow me to linger around him longer that necessary - submitting my package requests, inquiring about internal delivery and pickup times (the schedule hasn't changed in years) and finding ways to get into his personal business.

I have a rule about mixing business with pleasure because often times the crossover does not end well and I cannot afford to have my reputation tainted or more importantly, to have my client relationship jeopardized.

However, my strong desire for Raphael is forcing me to unwisely rethink my position on this topic. He has "man hands-" thick and large and ideal for fully palming and pumping my ass. When I see him, I envision his hands making their way under my blouse en route to my breasts. My nipples harden and I forget to breathe as his hands yank my boobies free from my bra. My body shakes as my heavy boobs plop into his hands, bouncing off of my chest. He leans in for a soft surface kiss, turned a passionate tongue kiss (including slurping and heavy wrestling) as he squeezes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. My pussy reacts by forcefully contracting and my thighs begin to rock, uncontrollably thrusting upwards. "AHHHHHHH," I moan into his mouth, disrupting our tonguing session. I grab the back of his head and move it towards my right breast, cupping and massaging my boob as though I am milking myself to feed him. He licks my nipple oh so gently before placing his hands over mine and squeezing my breasts. He feeds insatiably - engulfing as much of my breast as he can, sucking me off the way I'd like to suck his cock. Then he's biting my nipples, moving back and forth between both breasts and causing it to rain in my pants....

These thoughts are dangerous. For everyone knows, you should,

“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

My thoughts have already become words, for I am writing this post. I'm afraid (read excited) that my words may soon become actions. Playing with Raphael on a regular would be a nice habit - off the client's premises of course. Now about this character bit, luring a "good" guy into cheating on his "straight laced" girlfriend goes against my character and what I believe in. Yep those quotes are from Raphael - he's a self proclaimed good guy and his girlfriend is straight laced. The contents of this convo will be described in another post. Anyway, what type of woman would I be to lead him astray? What about his girlfriend? I don't know her but there is a sister code that I should follow. Of all the available men in NYC, why must I have him!?!?!?!?! **Sigh**

Ever wanted someone who was off limits? What was the outcome?

Friday, July 2, 2010

Am I The Last Unicorn?

So thanks to the beautiful Sheba, I've joined the other lovely women at The Kink Chronicles. I'm Shadowclit. This first post is going to be more cerebral than clitoral, but I promise there's plenty of hotness to come.

Though I skate under the radar at work, I'm bisexual, polyamorous, and when it comes to kink-and oh how I love it when it comes to kink- I'm a switch. That's right: If there's a fence to straddle, I'm going to straddle it. And anything/one else that strikes my fancy.I enjoy having my mind and my body stimulated, and my body and my boundaries pushed. I thrive on intellectual intercourse and hard dirty fucking. I often do things others don't approve of, and sometimes do things others would fear. I'm fierce and loyal and caring and sexy as hell.

I'm also a Unicorn.

I was having dinner with Sheba recently, discussing multiple partners and the fact that I have re-entered the dating world. I mentioned meeting one couple that definitely...peaked my interest. In describing the dynamic, I mentioned something about being a Unicorn. Sheba was unfamiliar with the term, and suggested I make my first post on the topic.

A Unicorn is a bisexual woman who is willing (and frankly, should be eager) to date a couple, when that couple includes a man and a woman.

Actually willing. Not "will put up with the woman to get some dick" or "will eat pussy to please the man" or "doesn't care about the naughty bits of whoever eats her pussy, but might not reciprocate" or "will only touch women above the waist" or "has sex with women but no romantic feelings" or "goes shopping with the woman but on dates with the man" but actually Willing. (EAGER) To. Date. Them. Both.

We're called Unicorns because we're so rare.

And it strikes me as odd that this one small facet is the one that trips up even some of my more open friends. I like girls and guys? Sure, fine. We all had that one night in college, right? I like pain with my pleasure, both giving and receiving? Sure. Dommes are popular right now in pop culture, and who doesn't like the occasional spank or bite? (Though I like much more than that, but that's for another post.) I believe you can love more than one person at a time? Hey, everyone's seen Big Love!

I want to date a couple?

Girl, that ain't right.

Now, is it the only thing I look for? Hell no. I have a male partner who has several other women partners in his life, and while we're all friends, that's as far as it goes. I have a woman who wants to serve me, but I don't need her to bring a man over as well.

But it is something I heartily enjoy. I'm not looking for a closed triad (oh poly, such wonderful vocabulary that leaves me picturing myself in Little China with an AK47 and plenty of ammo) because I need more relationships than that and my existing relationship is here to stay, but the relationships I've had in the past with couples have been fulfilling in every sense of the word.

I'm fiercely independent, and I'm certainly not monogamous. So a couple-two people who are each others' primaries and fill that role well--has worked for me quite well in the past. Like any poly relationship, it works differently for different people--maybe I'm with them separately sometimes and all of us together at others, or maybe it is always all together--whatever works in that particular dynamic of people. But keep in mind--it does involve dating, not just sex. A Unicorn is not a sex toy to kickstart your flagging marriage. I and my fellow horned beauties want to be in a relationship with the two of you--I can find a threesome on my own (and have!) quite easily. This is different. There are long phone calls or flurries of emails and text messages, little romantic gifts and notes and gestures, just like with any relationship--it just goes in more than two directions. Sometimes you're all curled up on the couch, watching bad movies and eating popcorn. With the last couple I dated, we went out to dinner together quite often, and the nasty side of me loved the confusion on the faces of the waitstaff as we all got casually physically affectionate, but didn't exactly love the judgment that often came with it. I lived in the Deep South then, and that's not a climate conducive to Unicorns.

Are there difficulties aside from "catching" a Unicorn? Of course. There are four relationships here, after all. For those of you not math-oriented, let's call the guy A, the female in the couple B, and the Unicorn C. There is the relationship between A and C, between B and C, between A and B, and between A&B and C. So all of that has to be worked out.

I could go on for a long time on the various intricacies and common difficulties, but let's not. Let's talk about how fucking hot the sex can be between three people who know and care about each other. One of the hottest moments in my early twenties--a time when my sex life could have rivaled Tiger Woods' for volume and technique--was driving my tongue into B's wet pussy and feeling the pulse of A's cock and the contractions of B's muscles as A fucked her ass, and later sliding my own slick pussy down his shaft while her tongue lapped at his cock and my cunt.

There were wonderful moments of watching the two of them. B has a hard time cumming (poor thing) and it was incredible to see the way A knew just how to fuck her right over the edge. Sometimes I'd lie back and watch as he forced her onto her knees, a hand buried in her hair, forcing her head back while he pounded into her. I do love my voyeurism.

I also loved watching his eyes (or hers) go dark and their breath go shallow, watching me arch and scream and cum all over his tongue, or hers, or his cock, or her fingers. I do love my exhibitionism.

And afterward we snuggled and watched The Sopranos.

I'm not dating a couple right now, though as I mentioned above, there is a Possibility. We'll just have to wait and see.

What are you searching for?