Genie, Bottle

It’s hard to really explain where my brain is today. However, within the scope of the blog, there is a fascinating new idea occupying my thoughts.

Last night Mina and I decided to get drunk. As in absolutely schnockered. In our happily buzzed state, we took our sexual energy online, and had a crazy flirtation with any soul on Twitter who dared come near. Once the alcohol was consumed, we reconvened in the bedroom for some hot, steamy, doubly-penetrative sex.

But, let’s back up to before the butt plug went it. I took my drunken little slut to the bedroom, and, as is my wont, began talking filth to her as she sucked my cock. It’s how I am. But this time I was focused on a new vision of our relationship, a much more open relationship. I was imagining have a dinner date with another couple, and sending her home with them for a debauched evening, then reclaiming her after. I was imagining putting her mouth to work on someone else while I was enjoying her body. And I was verbalizing it all.

Of course, Mina is smart, and she knew to just brush it all off as drunk talk. And that was fine, but I knew in my heart that I meant every word. This morning I wake up, I go to work, and as I get home, I find my brain lapsing into a new zone of sexuality, wanting to pull everything and everyone in. I want to meet more kinky friends, and find a girlfriend for Mina. I want to find a couple to share her with. I want to find a submissive to play with alongside her. I want to send her off to a debauched evening and have one of my own. I went back and forth between forcing an introduction with a friend on twitter who happens to be local. I decided to play it cool for now, till Mina and I talked.

But, suddenly, very suddenly, my vision of our life together has changed. I want to show her off. I want to show myself off. I suddenly have developed a desire for a much more open relationship. Do I want to fuck other people? Not really. At least, no one I’ve met so far. Do I want to fuck Mina in front of other people? Quite likely, with the right people. Do I want to top some other people? Well, sure. Do I want to play another submissive against Mina, or with Mina? Hell yes.

Of course, you can’t sit there in one drunken night and rebuild your life. But, having suddenly come to terms with this unfamiliar aspect of my psyche, I am curious where it leads, and I wonder if this is a passing fancy, a welcome maturation, or an unfortunate genie I may never get back in its bottle.

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After I had spilled all of this filth on Mina, I decided it was time to bring something else new into our lives. Mina has recently developed a craving for anal, or least having her ass filled, even if she can’t quite handle my cock in there yet. From having played with her body many times, I was fairly sure her anatomy could not accommodate two cocks, since she is such a small person. However, earlier that afternoon she gotten her Tantus Ripple in her anus, and the Tantus John Doe dildo in her pussy. John Doe is very close to my size, so I had to admit to her that she had proved me at least partially wrong, something that she was positively beaming about.

So, that night, as we were wrapped up in this intense, drunken sex, I decided she should show off her newfound ability. She obligingly lubed the Ripple up and inserted it, and then lubed me up, and juuuuust squeezed me in. I gasped a bit at how tightly her body gripped me, even through my alcohol-dulled senses. I came in pleasingly short order, which sent Mina on a mission to fight through a grind her own orgasm out. I obligingly held the Ripple in place as she moved, making sure she got to be completely filled for her whole experience. The rest of the night is only an inebriated haze for me, though it did involve Mina walking the dog while wearing nipple clamps.

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It’s nice to be that kinky couple again.