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I stayed on the bed, curled up close to Gecko and began to touch him. I touched his member through his long-johns, excited about being with another man in my bed with Paladin (my husband) close by with a woman on his lap. The situation itself was so titillating that I couldn't even focus on enjoying the feel of a strange man through the fabric and the touch of Gecko's hands on me through my panties. Again, the no-hands-on-bare-genitals unspoken rule was not broken. I was horny though, as I tend to wake up horny, and I almost whipped out a condom... [Excerpt from this post.]
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I'll read yours if you read mine. [grins]
I'm polyamorous, in my mid-twenties, happily hand-fasted for the past five years. I earn the bucks, and he complains a lot about how he doesn't want to be a house-spouse. It works out beautifully. [ironic smile, eyes showing my love and the turn of my lips showing my annoyance]
I like to write about relationships and people. All the tags in my journal are people I've written about at some time or another. I use animal names for most people I meet, sometimes plants, and there are a few exceptions, like my husband who I call Paladin.
Above and below are excerpts from my journal.
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Then he spun away. He reached for the knife block. He pulled out a knife. Is he going to throw it at me? I wondered in that split second's time.
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He doubles over, drops the knife. "I can't do it!" he screams.
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I'm too stunned to move. He was going to kill himself?
[Excerpt from this post.]
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I'll read yours if you read mine. [grins]
I'm polyamorous, in my mid-twenties, happily hand-fasted for the past five years. I earn the bucks, and he complains a lot about how he doesn't want to be a house-spouse. It works out beautifully. [ironic smile, eyes showing my love and the turn of my lips showing my annoyance]
I like to write about relationships and people. All the tags in my journal are people I've written about at some time or another. I use animal names for most people I meet, sometimes plants, and there are a few exceptions, like my husband who I call Paladin.
Above and below are excerpts from my journal.
...
Then he spun away. He reached for the knife block. He pulled out a knife. Is he going to throw it at me? I wondered in that split second's time.
.
He doubles over, drops the knife. "I can't do it!" he screams.
.
I'm too stunned to move. He was going to kill himself?
[Excerpt from this post.]