Tongue Tied
I am days away from seeing Hugh, but my mind and my heart are focused North.
I find myself calling it ‘the house’, rather than ‘our house’ even though we’ve spent the last four days loading up the trailer with my belongings and raw materials we’d salvaged from some incredible homes my family bought to teardown. What a dream to be giving new life to such beautiful pieces. How rewarding to enjoy time together in this way, literally hand selecting each piece, disassembling and packing them away for transport North. It’s worth stating that Mr. Wilderness looks incredibly sexy while working. My only regret is being too focused on the task at hand to act on my sexual impulses.
Leaving our home (trying this on for size) was not hard because I know it’s waiting for me when I return. Leaving Mr. Wilderness and the daily doses of pleasure that often resulted more than just once, is a different story. It’s not just the way he devours me with his eyes, his hands, his tongue and his cock, it’s the freedom to indulge in the random moments of joy. I’ll miss the way that we fell asleep holding hands, the times I’d feel his tongue between my legs, licking my pussy even before my eyes opened for the day.
As I write now, I am lounging on the luxurious patio alongside the hot tubs and cold plunge at Espace Thomas in Montreal. I am days away from seeing Hugh, but my mind and my heart are focused North. I’d never felt at home until I moved to New York in 2008 and now it seems I found a new place to call home; It only took 5 years since leaving what some call The Big Apple. I am fully confident about my commitment to Mr. Wilderness, yet even though the town really does feel like home, there is fear about how I will be received by the others.
How will this final summer in Montreal play out? What will my connection with Hugh become? The anticipation of our third date is starting to feel like that of our first. We’ve built a beautiful friendship in the preceding months, but the distance has been tough in terms of my desire for him.
Summer is fading fast, while it’s also just beginning. The biggest question of the moment… Do I reply to the text from that sexy engineer/gymnast asking if he can tie me up?
After all, he did tell me he’s been practicing.
Swing Baby
We’d driven until the road would go no more and all we could see was the sand and the Pacific Ocean. He’d shared about his hope for his last relationship and how it would have created space for multiple partners, yet even though his ex was bisexual and he considers himself queer, they ended up defaulting to the monogamous norm.
It can be tough to stay focused on the present while writing about the past. Being up North, my focus was solely on Mr. Wilderness. The way I managed my time did not permit me to share with you. Thinking back to that night on the beach in Mexico with BBLA, it feels like a lifetime ago when in fact it’s only been weeks since I was breathing in the saltwater air. I’ll see his posts on social media and briefly I’m reminded of our fun; how he had me on the sand, my jeans around my ankles, bent over while he ate me from behind.
We’d driven until the road would go no more and all we could see was the sand and the Pacific Ocean. He’d shared about his hope for his last relationship and how it would have created space for multiple partners, yet even though his ex was bisexual and he considers himself queer, they ended up defaulting to the monogamous norm.
BBLA was charming in that beat up, surfer-artist kind of way. His shoulder-length hair bleached out from the sun and the ocean water, his skin tanned from a lifetime spent outdoors. The night ended back in my apartment with him asking me to stick my ribbed dildo in his ass. He asked with such conviction that I didn’t take it slow. It wasn’t until after the sex ended that he revealed it was his first time trying something like that. I left Mexico a week later and didn’t see him again. Can you still call it a one night stand if you’ve texted and follow each other on social media?
Leaving BBLA in the past, I look now to the future. The more open Mr. Wilderness and I are regarding the nature of our relationship, the more I see the need to be transparent about our way of loving each other. In the North we are an anomaly; living in a region with more land, more farms and more animals than people, means that we’ve decided to ‘move slow’ when it comes to sharing the fact that we are in a committed, non-monogamous relationship. After all, we wouldn’t want to be pigeonholed as ‘those people’ in the way everyone refers to our neighbors as “the swingers,” insert eye roll here. My only question about our neighbors is, “How cute are they?”
The answer? Stay tuned.
Sex Marathon
“I’ve never had this much consistent sex in my life,” the words passed through Mr. Wilderness’ lips as he smiled. We lay in bed naked, still breathing heavily after the countless time of pleasuring each other.
“I’ve never had this much consistent sex in my life,” the words passed through Mr. Wilderness’ lips as he smiled. We lay in bed naked, still breathing heavily after the countless time of pleasuring each other. He’d invited me to stay with him for 2 weeks, which eventually turned into an open-ended invite. Our journey North three months ago kicked off in the way you’d imagine. 5 hours into the almost 7 hour drive I leaned across the cab of his truck and unzipped his jeans. Feeling him harden in my mouth really gets me going and it was only a matter of moments before I couldn’t take it; I had to have him right then.
Pulling his pants lower, I climbed on top of him sliding his cock deep inside me while doing my best not to block his view of the road. The truck maintained a steady speed and I moved slowly, savoring each pulse of pleasure until I climaxed. It was the fourth time we’d made love within 24 hours, but the first time either of us had fucked while driving. Still breathless and exhilarated, I returned to my seat and proceeded to suck him to completion. The beauty of driving on a single-lane highway on a Wednesday? I think only 2 cars passed us.
Now we have 2.5 weeks remaining until we’ll be apart for two months and my desire is stronger than ever. Desire for sex, desire for intimacy and desire for love. Three months of a continuous sex marathon took my body to new pleasure heights. Discovering this new uncharted territory is both wild and exciting. My orgasms have become so long I almost feel guilty… almost.
The real question is how will I manage in Montreal this summer with only 1 date night a week with Hugh?
Third Date
His boldness to pick up and meet me for a journey such as this was a huge turn on and the trip could not have been more perfect. Mr. Wilderness had me swooning in ways I’m not used to.
His white rental truck pulled into the driveway of our Casita and I was instantly aroused. Who am I kidding, I’d been anticipating his arrival since our second in-person date which lasted three nights only four short weeks earlier.
Our third official date stretched for 10 nights and 11 days as we explored the beaches, mountains and cities along Mexico’s Baja California Sur Peninsula, as well as exploring each other. It was not the first time I’d traveled with a new beau, however usually one of us was working and it was never for such a lengthy time.
His boldness to pick up and meet me for a journey such as this was a huge turn on and the trip could not have been more perfect. Mr. Wilderness had me swooning in ways I’m not used to.
Perhaps it was watching him “handle” wild horses that were disturbing fellow travelers on the hidden Beach of Las Palmas; or perhaps it was the unbelievable sex inside a cave that ended in a massive climax just as the tide began to rise and the sand floor washed away beneath us? Either way, I was left with a full heart, a body that craves his touch and an overall satisfaction and simultaneous need for more.
Who really is this man? How can he keep up in an 11 day sex marathon, prepare absolutely delicious food and maintain engaging and mostly meaningful conversations for days on end?
I’m taken back to the feeling of waking up with his hands against my bare skin, his tongue between my legs, orgasm after orgasm as he continues to get hard again and again without a break. He’s about to turn 40 years old, but we fuck like we are teenagers. When I’m with him none of the others exist.
There is a small part of me that is waiting for the other shoe to drop. After all, this is his first exploration into non-monogamy and he has a date with a lovely sounding woman next week. We all know the importance of proximity and this other woman has me beat when it comes to that.
Will he fall for her? Will she be open to non-monogamy? I refuse to be concerned for what the future may or may not bring; that said, I’ve compromised my non-monogamous values in the past, before I was truly committed to this truth. If he isn’t committed the same could occur here.
It will be six weeks until we are together again and my mind will wander, recounting this never-ending date again and again as the desires I have continue to build. This distance is an aphrodisiac in itself.
In the meantime there may just be someone waiting in the wings and for now, that will have to do.
Enter stage right, The Kiter.
Lovers For Days
It’s been a while since I’ve taken a proper lover, could this sexy man from the East Coast be it?
I’m sitting in the garden a few hundred feet from the ocean; the morning sun beats down gently on my face, the sound of the waves crashing on the beach is infused with 1950s jazz softly humming over what seems to be an antique speaker or perhaps an old record player. My soul is both calm and relaxed but also on fire. Mr. Wilderness arrives in a few days and there is a new kind of excitement at play as I anticipate his arrival.
I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone before his visit, but the universe had other plans.
After the first night with Lover Boy there was a part of me that desired more. It’s been a while since I’ve taken a proper lover, could this sexy man from the East Coast be it?
Just as the night before he stood next to the red truck to collect me, only this time as he opened the door and offered me a lift into the cab, he pulled my wrap around a Pucci skirt to the side to reveal that I was naked. He licked my pussy right there for anyone to see.
We drove down the pitch black road that separated our places; for a desert the road was more jungle than not. He also had on nothing beneath his shorts and while he drove I leaned across the console and did my best to fit all of him in my mouth. Nothing like a little jungle-head.
What came next, pun very much intended, was out of this world sex. At one point I was upside down, my warm cheek pressed against the cool tile floor, ass in the air, my hips barely grazing the edge of the mattress. He was so-fucking-deep it was almost too much… almost. After the fourth or fifth orgasm (I lost count or perhaps the capacity to count) something happened.
I was on top, riding him hard when I started cumming; the intensity of the pleasure kept building stronger and longer and over a full minute later I was breathless, collapsed on his firm chest with his arms around me. “That was the longest and strongest orgasm I’ve ever had”. Truly, it felt like it would never end, “I think we may need to be lovers,” we looked at each other both still hungry for more.
He kissed me, “I’m not ready to let you go,” he smiled and slid inside me again. His words and actions aligned as he made me come once more before we parted ways.
He was Miami bound and we knew it would be months until we’d reconnect, but something told me he would be worth the wait.
Until then Lover Boy.
Longer Distance
Eyelids gently closed, half awake, half asleep; the thoughts of the last week flooded my being with prickles of pleasure. There is no space, there’s no time, just touch.
I laid with my head resting against the back of the seat on the first flight of the day. Eyelids gently closed, half awake, half asleep; the thoughts of the last week flooded my being with prickles of pleasure. There is no space, there’s no time, just touch; I was transported back to those moments, his tongue pressing on my clit, softly licking me, the tip of his tongue pushing inside me making me crave all of him.
Mr. Wilderness had made the 6-hour drive South and when he stood at my door, his smile, that look in his eyes and the firmness of his kiss, I knew our time together was going to be intense. He has a gentle strength that is undeniably sexy.
The timeline is an absolute blur, but this man took me again and again until every time he slid inside me it was pure orgasms. Anyone who has read my previous affairs knows I can be a bit of a DOM (to say the very least) but something about Mr. Wilderness allowed me to fully submit and the pleasure that ensued was like nothing else I've ever had.
Now aboard the second flight of the day with 3 hours and 20 minutes until we’d be touching down on the coast of Baja California Sur, I put pen to paper. While crossing the snow capped mountainous terrain, I imagine him naked in his sauna, hand on his cock, wishing my legs were wrapped around his waist and our bodies sweating, unable to pull apart. Only a few hours until the 'summer' sunshine will once again grace my skin and only a few weeks until he’ll join me… Life is sweet and those videos he captured of us are even sweeter.
Like the intensity of my orgasms, my feelings for him deepen with each interaction. The image of his cock sliding inside me while I'm bent over the bed flashes across my phone screen and I'm grateful that the man seated next to me is fast asleep (all though who knows and who honestly cares about the people seated behind me). It's hard not to watch this over and over. This man can make love to me and capture the sexiness on film; I'm falling hard and I don't want it to stop. Four more weeks will pass before he lands on Mexican soil... not that I'm counting.
First Date
The door opened and as he turned towards me our eyes locked; lust at first sight.
The door opened and as he turned towards me our eyes locked; lust at first sight.
Even more handsome in person, the electricity between us made my breath catch in my throat. As we sat across from each other at dinner and I began to see who he is as a human being, I was taken aback.
We are in a city that neither of us live in, yet both pass through regularly enough… I genuinely thought this would be one night of lusty fun, but the more he shared, the more intrigued I grew. What was happening!?
As we stood on my front doorstep the next morning, our lips locked, tongues hungry, unable to pull away, I knew he felt it too. My pussy was dripping, begging for more even though I’d had four orgasms just hours earlier. The smell of his sweat and the feel of his skin burned into my memory, to be played on repeat. Just as I’d asked he woke me with his tongue between my legs. The softness of the hotel sheets engulfed us as I lay breathless, head on his chest unable to tear myself away. Not only had he taken me to one of my favorite restaurants, but he had made the fortuitous decision to also book himself a room at the right hotel.
The cold winter air stung my bare legs as I walked through the front door and the whisper that came from the universe moments before we had met now reappeared, bringing a smile to my heart.
"You’ll either never see him again or he’s the one," the words echoed in my post sex haze and I craved more of him, but not just physically. I have no idea what mother-nature means by 'the one', but I'm excited to find out.
Now, weeks later and two phone dates in, I sit in Costa Rica, sipping sparkling water while watching the sunset after an hour of virtual sex; my heart is calm and quiet. I am not in a hurry. With two weeks until we will be together again physically, I’ll savor the moments leading up to that just as I will the moments we are together.
What comes next is the most unclear, yet I’m excited to find out. His quiet strength, connection to himself and understanding of the world are charming and endearing. I want to know more.
Let’s call him Mr. Wilderness.
Actions But Also Words
"Cigarettes and monogamy are deal breakers," my long nails clicked as I typed this into the description field of my dating profile. Still uncomfortable with labels, this at least felt more authentic and genuine to who I am and the type of relationship I am seeking.
"Cigarettes and monogamy are deal breakers," my long nails clicked as I typed this into the description field of my dating profile. Still uncomfortable with labels, this at least felt more authentic and genuine to who I am and the type of relationship I am seeking. After all 'deep connection and hot sex' may attract the wrong people.
It had been less than a month since Hugh and I met. After our second date, which happened to be the night before I left Montréal for the winter, we decided to stay in touch and see what grows; grow indeed we did.
Weekly FaceTimes, sexy texts and deep insightful emails strengthened our bond. Remote, yet flirtatious lunchtime orgasms kept things spicy, but long distance is always tough on physical intimacy, most especially when you're in your home town and staying with family. With 2 weeks before I departed for warmer weather it couldn't hurt to see what else the universe had in store for me sexually.
Boom. Match, poly man. And again, match, another hot young-ish polyamorous man. Basically the second one was my age.. but we all know I have an old-man fetish, so let's leave it that he is young. I met the first one for a date in a nondescript coffee shop where we were the only two there, unless you count the barista. After ordering coffee, which neither of us has much interest in drinking, we took a seat by the ever-classy electric fireplace. His hand grazed my knee as he told me how beautiful and sexy he found me. The feeling was mutual and I could see he was as hungry to devour me. With nothing on underneath my navy satin skirt I guided his hand to feel how wet I was as I leaned in to kiss him. He got me close with his fingers and then got on his knees in the middle of the coffee shop and ate me until I came.
He was fun, but based on the fact that he and his wife are not open about being poly within their circle, I knew it would just be a lusty encounter and didn't have any intentions of seeing him again. Hot sex? Check. Deep connection? Hell no. Next!
Young-ish poly man was freshly married and had only been open with his wife for the last 6 weeks. After chatting further, with a healthy dose of flirtatious texts thrown in for good measure, it became clear that they are in a very experimental phase of their relationship. As I am not a science project nor looking to be in their social experiment, I'm clearly running my own here, I had to pass. NEXT! (Too bad though, he was pretty cute.)
I was done with all the back and forth messages from boys and toys. Later that week when I matched with a sexy and charming man from up north and he asked me to dinner I happily accepted, knowing a night of fun with a handsome stranger would not take away anything from what Hugh and I have been building.
There is a hotel in my hometown where I have spent many nights locked up in their most glamorous of suites having multiple orgasms with multiple partners. It's dark and sexy and each of the rooms are different; if you've ever stayed at The Hotel Fort Garry, you can take pleasure knowing that I've probably cum all over your sheets. Don't worry their laundry service is topnotch.
When this handsome stranger, and would be dinner date, told me he normally stays in a hotel when he visits, I knew even before meeting him that if he was the kind of man that would book to stay at the Hotel Fort Garry there was exactly a 0% chance that he'd be sleeping there alone. Until Saturday...
