I Want to Play a Game: Fucking politics
One Ball and I are playing a game, keeping our sex life nice n’ spicy, if you like. Not that we need that, obviously. We’ve only been dating a couple of months, so it’s not like our sex life has run stale, or anything like that. But he likes games and I like games and one of us had an idea that we should play a game … so, we’re playing it.
We each have written down ten things. Sexual things. Things that we want to do, haven’t done before, want to try, etc. Every time we make plans together, we’re going to try and pick one of those things off the list, without the other person knowing. I don’t know what’s on his list. He doesn’t know what’s on my list. The first one to tick all ten things off their list gets a prize: they’ll be allowed to live out their ultimate fantasy. [Within reason, obviously, and with a good, healthy discussion about it beforehand.]
I think we both have the same ultimate fantasy end game, anyway: a threesome that includes me, him, and another female.
And I already know about one of the things on his list because he’s no good with secrets, apparently. He wants me to wear a skirt with no underwear, and we’re going to go out one day. We’re going to find a secluded spot (we already have the perfect place), with a bench, and I’m going to straddle him on that bench so that we can fuck in the great outdoors.
But that’s it. I don’t know about the other nine things … yet. I reckon I could probably get them out of him, though.
I bet you’re all wondering what’s on my list …
My sexual needs/fantasies change regularly, depending on my mood, but I’ve managed to come up with ten things that I really want to do with One Ball —
1 – I want to have sex in the rain.
2 – I want him to eat chocolate buttons off of my naked body. [We can use Smarties/Skittles/M&Ms/whatever works]
3 – I want us to have a champagne fuck. Drink it, dribble it all over our naked bodies, lick it up …
4 – I want him to tie me up and blindfold me [again], and I want him to tease me with a riding crop. Yes, I stole the idea from Fifty Shades of Grey, but I reckon it’ll be better in real life.
5 – I want to wear red lipstick and leave marks all over his body. It’s like I’m branding him as MINE. For some reason, the thought of that makes me incredibly warm between the legs.
6 – I want him to fuck me with my fuck-me heels on. Maybe my Louboutins? I don’t know if he’s worth the Louboutins yet, but time will tell.
7 – Let’s have angry sex in the bathroom, just like *that* scene between Tara and Jax in Sons of Anarchy.
8 – I want him to make me squirt all over his ace. Yes, that’s exactly what I want.
9 – I also want him to fuck me in the ass. We’ve still got an assortment of lubricants ready to play with.
10 – I want him to have the remote control to my love egg and control the vibrations while we go shopping one day.
They’re do-able things, right? I reckon so. I started small, not too kinky. I don’t want to scare him away just yet.
Let’s go back a step.
So, I mentioned the threesome with another female. Let’s talk about that for a little moment more. I tried to start a conversation with One Ball about it. A late-night, hands-down-my-pants conversation. And it did NOT go to plan.
“So, if we introduce another woman, what would you want her to look like? What would you want her to wear?”
“I don’t know. All I can think about is you eating another girl out while I’m fucking you from behind.”
Okay, fine, sidestep the question, why don’t you?
I kept going …
“I have an image in my head. She’s topless, wearing a white garter belt, stockings on, white panties used to restrain her hands above her head …”
“Wow, it sounds like we’re kidnapping a bride!”
What? That’s not what I was going for, and that’s NOT the answer I want. Why isn’t this conversation going the way I want it to go? These things take planning … that’s why I’m asking these questions: I need to know what kind of thing to plan for so that when it finally happens, it’s perfect. You can’t just magic these situations up out of nowhere. Well, I can’t. My threesome/group sex situations have NOT been sexy.
Later edit: I talk about my failed threesome/group sex encounters in these later-published posts:
I carried on the conversation some more.
“Not a fan of virginal white underwear, huh? What kind of underwear do you want her to wear, then? What kind of underwear do I/we need to go shopping for?”
“I don’t care. You’ve got plenty of time to work all of that kind of stuff out.”
For fuck’s sake.
What’s a sexy way to say: Hi, yeah, I want to talk about this threesome that we want to have because there are things to work out and plan and talk about before it happens so that it doesn’t ruin our relationship. Because trust me on this one, failed threesomes are NOT funny. Fucking-politics is no joke.
I have rules here. For example, I can’t fuck her because I don’t have a penis. I also don’t know how I feel about my new toy [One Ball] fucking another woman. Tongues and fingers only, and if he wants to fuck something, he can fuck me. Those are my rules for now. They might change. I might change my mind on them, but for right now, I don’t know if I want to see my boyfriend shagging another woman. Playing is different. Oral and fingering, totally different. I don’t know why, but there you go.
I want us to have a nice evening. Drinks. Some light banter, music, maybe a movie. Whatever is necessary to make the mood light and breezy. But I don’t want to get blind drunk. If I’m going to have a GOOD threesome, I would quite like to remember it. And we also need to think about the dinner situation … If I have a big dinner, I’m going to be bloated as fuck. That’s not going to make me feel sexy. It’ll need to be a light dinner, or maybe no dinner at all … but then we need to be careful about drinking on a relatively empty stomach.
**OVERTHINKING ALERT**
I want her to go down on me. I want to go down on her. I want to make One Ball watch us make each other cum so that by the time he’s allowed to touch us, he’s literally drooling with excitement. I want us to gently fight over sucking his cock, and I want to suck his cock while she sucks and plays with his balls. At the same time, I want someone to play with my nipples. I want him to fuck me as I go down on her, and I want her to slide beneath me while he’s fucking me from behind, winding her tongue around my clit as he thrusts into me deeply. I’ve missed the feel of a woman. Kissing, sucking, nibbling and biting a woman, and having those things done to me in return.
Fuck … I’m horny as anything now. That escalated quickly!
This is the kind of conversation I want to have with him. I want to tell him my unreasonable rules and discuss our fucking politics. I want him to know exactly how I want the evening to pan out [if I win], and I want to know more about what really turns him on. It feels like our sex-based chat has been a little stunted lately though. I’m not sure if he’s just not comfortable with dirty-talking, or if there’s something else amiss, but the conversations definitely aren’t flowing quite as easily as they did before.
But anyway, I’m now very sexually charged and no amount of screwing myself with my Rampant Rabbit is going to make this horn go away. And what makes things even worse is that the next time I get to see One Ball, we won’t be able to fuck. No more fucking for us for a few weeks, actually. He’s having a vasectomy … which means no sex for AGES. And what happens when you know you can’t have something? IT’S ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT.
My pussy is longing for cock.
P.S. We still haven’t said the L-Word.
Lol you really need a good old bang. Hope it’s sooner rather than later!
Ohhhhh I totally do.