Past, Present and Future converge
I was the belle of the ball at a friends birthday party last night. Goddamn it was special.
I hadnt seen R. (a partner going too far back for this blog) since the last fancy party at the same location. His beard is enormous! I approve. He could always grow a lot of hair. Fifteen years since we had first met, at a mutual livejournal friend's going-away party. I hadnt realized he was only eighteen. I was 23. Robbing the cradle. Oops. I found out later he wasnt entirely truthful with his girlfriend about when we'd met, by the time we threesomed some months later. oops.
He'd had an amazing experience at Critical, and was able to be more open and receptive to people.
He said there was something magical about my touch.
I felt the same about him. I was mostly groovy toward him this whole time, but because he never reached out to me or suggested anything, I refrained from taking him up on my offer from 2 years ago...
I didnt want R2 to feel insecure. He is touchy about my promptness at cluing him in. He cares deeply, but still holds back. He is showing me how to be a better partner, and I want to step up my game for him.
Part of this is no funny business with fluid-bonding. I suddenly feel I have enough prospects to be serious about communicating multiple partner stuff.
R2 moves fast. I guess I do, too, in some ways. I knew he was one of mine as soon as I saw him. He asked me on his birthday, Christmas Eve, if I wanted to "Partner" with him. I thought that's what we'd been doing the last couple months, since he'd asked me out. He was being serious. Walked me back into the White Horse and put his Fedora on my head. "That's a good sign," a friend said. I tilted the brim and declared, "Now we are married!"
B. seemed to be showing interest in my goings-on, online. I met him first when he and C. were a gorgeous cosplaying power couple. More recently he's been very involved in local native gatherings and culture... revival stuff? I had been interested in that for a while. My own Aleute-related events hadnt really come to fruition, but there has always been some cameraderie with the local native scene, too. Last night he asked me point-blank if I was poly, and whether I'd be interested in spending some time together. Absolutely!
Before leaving I did the rounds and hugged R goodbye. We lingered and found ourselves kissing, though I had meant to prep Ryan a little more before that happened. As it was, R2 came up behind me and they made a Me sandwich. I was blissed out, while another friend asked me about help hanging art in their house. Then B joined in. I hugged and kissed him as well, while introducing him to R2. "Which hand is yours?" "It's this one."
"Whoa, hello."
"It's nice, isn't it?"
I'd never grinded on two guys at once. Didnt seem to be room for any more crotches.
The other two (at least) guys who were coming on strong that night, I was less acquainted with but found them delightful. I only have so many orifices, though.
I hadnt seen R. (a partner going too far back for this blog) since the last fancy party at the same location. His beard is enormous! I approve. He could always grow a lot of hair. Fifteen years since we had first met, at a mutual livejournal friend's going-away party. I hadnt realized he was only eighteen. I was 23. Robbing the cradle. Oops. I found out later he wasnt entirely truthful with his girlfriend about when we'd met, by the time we threesomed some months later. oops.
He'd had an amazing experience at Critical, and was able to be more open and receptive to people.
He said there was something magical about my touch.
I felt the same about him. I was mostly groovy toward him this whole time, but because he never reached out to me or suggested anything, I refrained from taking him up on my offer from 2 years ago...
I didnt want R2 to feel insecure. He is touchy about my promptness at cluing him in. He cares deeply, but still holds back. He is showing me how to be a better partner, and I want to step up my game for him.
Part of this is no funny business with fluid-bonding. I suddenly feel I have enough prospects to be serious about communicating multiple partner stuff.
R2 moves fast. I guess I do, too, in some ways. I knew he was one of mine as soon as I saw him. He asked me on his birthday, Christmas Eve, if I wanted to "Partner" with him. I thought that's what we'd been doing the last couple months, since he'd asked me out. He was being serious. Walked me back into the White Horse and put his Fedora on my head. "That's a good sign," a friend said. I tilted the brim and declared, "Now we are married!"
B. seemed to be showing interest in my goings-on, online. I met him first when he and C. were a gorgeous cosplaying power couple. More recently he's been very involved in local native gatherings and culture... revival stuff? I had been interested in that for a while. My own Aleute-related events hadnt really come to fruition, but there has always been some cameraderie with the local native scene, too. Last night he asked me point-blank if I was poly, and whether I'd be interested in spending some time together. Absolutely!
Before leaving I did the rounds and hugged R goodbye. We lingered and found ourselves kissing, though I had meant to prep Ryan a little more before that happened. As it was, R2 came up behind me and they made a Me sandwich. I was blissed out, while another friend asked me about help hanging art in their house. Then B joined in. I hugged and kissed him as well, while introducing him to R2. "Which hand is yours?" "It's this one."
"Whoa, hello."
"It's nice, isn't it?"
I'd never grinded on two guys at once. Didnt seem to be room for any more crotches.
The other two (at least) guys who were coming on strong that night, I was less acquainted with but found them delightful. I only have so many orifices, though.