I never wanted a threesome for one simple reason: I was afraid.
Not afraid I couldn’t perform, be self-conscious, or something like that. I was afraid, I would disappoint, and to some degree, I still feel that way. You see when I have sex, the fucking walls in the house could fall down and I wouldn’t notice.
My focus is on you. 100% intense passion staring right back at you as my left hand is doing one thing, my right hand doing another, my dick doing another, and my mouth doing something else.
For example, facefucking your sweet little mouth with my tongue on your clit and one hand on your G and the other fingering your ass. Yes. It’s possible. And it’s exhilarating to watch, or actually hear, the effects on her.
Or a left hand around her neck, cock in her ass, three fingers stretching her beautiful wet mess as I “come here” her G spot into a watery pool of happiness. That’s a favorite of mine.
So, ask yourself this? How the fuck do you satisfy girl #2 in that situation?
Truthful answer: You don’t.
So the threesome was just a fantasy but the reality looked much different, and I squashed that desire as my right brain met my left brain and tried to do the math.
I could never just lay back, let a girl ride me, and eat the other. It seems like such a weak effort.
But then I got to thinking. That’s always dangerous. The reality is, the whole reason I fuck like this, with all the cogs in the machine doing something, is for her. Girl #1, that is. You know, Juggsy McBoobieTits.
So, I came to realize, girl #2 could be my accomplice to bring an even more intense experience for girl # 1. And when we are done with her, settle in girl #2, batter up. Your turn now to face the pitcher.
And once again, the fantasy came back into effect, but this time, with a game plan. With a real passionate bring-about-an-enlightening game plan.
So, the game is in effect now. The plan is in effect. I will have this. It’s just a matter of time now. I’m already breaking down those walls.
Kicking dirt off my cleats. Looking to the runner on first. Brushing away the slider. Brushing away the curveball. That’s right Kitten. Up and In.
I’m throwing heat.
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