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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Bisexual Group Sex

One of the misconceptions about bisexuality is that bisexuals are all about threesomes and other forms of group sex… but if you understand the current mentality a lot of people have about sex, you’d know that at best, this is wishful thinking because, as we’ve been taught, sex is better when it’s one-on-one… and it is… but it’s an untruth, to be polite about it.

Bisexual porn doesn’t get it right… but the genre isn’t about accuracy – it’s all about sensationalism – so if you look at this crap and think that this is what happens when two men and a woman climbs into bed, guess again.  For one, most women would freak the hell out just thinking about being in bed with two men and some men are too territorial to allow another dick to join the party.  Even with the women who would go for this, if she isn’t getting all of the attention, well, that’s a problem and, as I’ve seen a few times, if she’s giving the guys head and thinks she’s doing one hell of a job – and then the fellas get to blowing each other – she can get quite miffed to, essentially, get shown up because the guys are sucking dick better than she ever could.

The list is long and not so distinguished and it’s about one of the fastest ways I know to expose one’s insecurities when it comes to sex – and that’s never pretty.  In my life to date, I’ve been in so many threesomes and moresomes than I care to admit to; I’ve seen them exceed expectations and crash and burn in the most hideous ways and these spectacular failures is one of the reasons why I’d tell someone who was thinking about this that if they think they know some shit about sex, um, no – you really don’t.

Still, I happen to be one of those bisexual men who have experienced group sex and the kind where everyone was fair game; in my mind, well, that’s the only way to do it!  Throw all the rules and inhibition away and let’s see what kind of magic we can make.  Even more, it doesn’t mean that all bisexuals would even want to engage in such activities because they might be able to step outside the heterosexual box… but they still have their thoughts and beliefs on what constitutes the best way to have sex – and that’s usually without any extra participants.  Now… I ain’t gonna say that a group sex scenario won’t pop up in their heads because I can tell you without any doubt that if you really want to experience the best of both sexual worlds, group sex is the way to do it… and it can be intense and give one a better understanding of what sensuality is, among other things.

But thinking and doing are not the same things, are they?  Bisexual women have been known to freak out because their male partner, upon learning of her duality, throws that threesome thing out there and, even as a joke, women just do not think this is funny.  When you put the shoe on the other foot – girlfriend says, “So, you like dick just like I do?  Let’s have a threesome!” and for a moment, the bi guy will think this is a good idea… until it hits him that the other guy is gonna be all up in his pussy and, oh, hell, no!  So while a lot of bisexuals have what it takes to be bisexual, it’s not a given that they have what it takes to have sex in a group setting — this is an entirely different mindset, trust me.

You find out pretty damned quick that if you can’t run with the big dogs, you’d better keep your ass on the porch.  Bisexuality challenges your view of things sexual… but not like group sex does.  There is, however, an erotic, aesthetic sensuality that can be seen and experienced, not simply because of some “wide open” sex but because you can see and experience humans at sex and how it’s not as disparate as we’re made to think.  Reproduction notwithstanding, it is about that which stimulates both men and women into orgasm and, perhaps it’s just me, but you haven’t lived until you’ve shared a dick with a woman, being aware of what she’s doing, aware of what you’re doing, and then being aware of the effect it’s having on the guy who owns the dick.  Shit, you ain’t lived until you share eating a pussy with a woman – and for the exact same reasons.

But if your head ain’t in the right place, well, you know.  Bisexuality and group sex can take having sex to a new level and one that, I think, inherently scares the shit out of most people and if they are scared, well, yeah – I happen to know that they have good reason to be scared because the power of sex can either make a person seize up as if they got dipped in liquid nitrogen… or unlock things about them they never knew about themselves (or didn’t want exposed in any way).  It can make you vulnerable; it can remove your inhibitions and to the point where you might have started out being a rational, intelligent person… but this form of bisexual eroticism can reduce you to a bundle of orgasm-tortured nerves and there’s no telling the impact on one’s sensibilities when the storm is over.

Like I said, I’ve seen it at its best and at its very worst; it is both very damned sexual and sensual… and as scary as anything you could imagine when “Sexamania” is running wild on everyone involved.  If you’re bisexual and you can do it, it  can be the ultimate sexual experience and the only thing that makes a threesome better is adding more people to the mix.  But if you think that bisexuals just get into this as a matter of course, well, guess again.  If what I’ve written here so far about this makes you feel some kind of way (and I don’t mean in a good way), then you should know that a lot of bisexuals will feel the same as you do about it:  Sounds like a good idea but you’d never get into anything that looks like this, uh-uh, nope, no way, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.

And that’s just group sex with a mix of men and women involved.  Now, you’d think that if you got a bunch of horny dudes together, well, this should work nicely… and it can… but I’ve seen this one go horribly wrong, not just because men are territorial but because – again – group sex requires a different mindset and some guys – and, yes, even bi guys – don’t want an audience when they throw down.  I’ve experienced the good and the bad; nothing can kill the mood faster than one guy jumping up and punching on of the other guys in the face for some reason or an argument getting started because someone’s feeling left out or, worse, being “targeted,” i.e., the other guys team up to bring the noise on just one guy; women aren’t the only ones with fears of being raped (or anything that looks like it), you know.

That shit they show in gay porn?  Not even close to the real truth when it comes to this because, sometimes, having all that testosterone saturating the air ain’t exactly a good thing and you just do not want to know how things can spiral into the drain when you’re the only guy in bed with several women and even if they’re bisexual as you are.  By comparison, being bisexual is easy; being bisexual and being able to engage in group sex?  Good luck with that – let me know how it worked for you.  I’m not saying that it can’t work because I know for a fact that it can and, yep, sometimes, it goes badly.  What I am saying or pointing out that the attempt to link bisexuality with group sex is, in reality, not a realistic thing to do and if you understood how most people are about sex, well, you’d know why it doesn’t make sense to think of bisexuality in these terms.

I know a lot of bisexuals who are more afraid of a threesome (or other group sex settings) than they are about getting outed at the next family reunion.  Like I said, they can get their head around getting some dick or pussy… but to be in a position/situation to get both at the same sitting?  Not a common behavior for most bisexuals… or anyone else for that matter.  I was poking Rougedmount about a blog she posted – https://rougedmount.wordpress.com/2015/07/06/erotic-erection/ – and I encourage you to go read what Rouged wrote (damn, she’s good!), see what I said to her, and see what she said about my comment… and you’ll get an understanding of what I’m talking about here.  This shit sounds good on paper but practically applying it is beyond most people – it’s just the way they are and there’s no fault or blame in this.  There are a lot of sexually adventurous people out there (and many here on WordPress)… but bring up a group setting and with a bisexual in the mix?  Without offense, you will now see something very different about them and that can include bisexuals… because people are just funny about sex that isn’t boy/girl and one-on-one and can be just as funny when it’s boy/boy or girl/girl.

One on one, ya mon, it’s all good… until doing something other than that is on the table.  Bisexuals and group sex?  Not the “given” people seem to think it is and, yep, I’m the bisexual guy who’d tell you that it isn’t.  Bluntly, most people, including bisexuals, don’t have what it takes to engage in group sex and, no, that’s not a black mark against them so let’s not go there, okay?  I’ve been in group situations and have seen that the moment anyone goes to the bi side, all holy hell breaks out so, hell no, even folks who are into group sex aren’t as enlightened as they think they are in the majority of times – and more so if it happens to them.

This whole dynamic is so damned fascinating but where bisexuals are concerned, grossly and incorrectly taken out of context… and if you really knew anything about people and sex, you’d know why it isn’t what people seem to think it always is with bisexuals.  And, no – you don’t have to believe me; all you have to do is imagine yourself in a group situation with some bisexuals present (and even if you’re bisexual) and then take note of your initial reaction to such a scenario… and if you feel a little freaked out thinking about this, well, you know that saying all bisexuals love threesomes and have to have them is pure unadulterated bullshit – because a bisexual can have that same freaked out reaction.

You’ll learn something important and the least of it is that thinking and doing are not the same thing.  Even if this scenario didn’t freak you out to think about it, your next mission, if you choose to accept it, is to figure out the probability of you actually doing it (if you haven’t already, of course) and if that makes you feel some kind of way, then you’ve learned something important about bisexuals in general along with everything else that can be learned (and a lot of it is about you, by the way, and not bisexuals so much).

And, yes, I’ll keep saying it but this is one of those situations that, even if you are bisexual, should be totally and completely left alone if you can’t make the proper adjustments to your sexual mindset – just walk away and don’t look back.  Ha, there are people who think I’m insane because I can walk into a group sex setting, strip down butt-naked in front of a bunch of strangers, and go for the gusto and not give it one thought.  And, really, it’s not because I’m bisexual – I love sex, period, and being bisexual facilitates that love of sex in some gratifying ways… and even if I don’t do one “bisexual” thing.  But, yep, I’ll go in there ready, willing, and able to eat (and fuck) pussy and if there’s a cock willing to be sucked (or if a dude wants to blow me), it’s on like the proverbial motherfucker; you just have no idea what it’s like to have a hot pussy sitting on your face and some guy trying to eat your cock off your body!  But I’m one of the exceptions and not even close to being the rule when it comes to this.

I’ll leave you with something else to think about this.  See, not only does this upset a lot of sensibilities for some folks, there are folks – bisexual or otherwise – who won’t dive into this part of the pool because they can’t sexually multitask…

 
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Posted by on 6 July 2015 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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What Started Me Blogging

I had to go back and edit “Group Sex Thoughts” because I missed some boo-boos and it got me thinking about why I started blogging in the first place.  Linda and I belong to a couple of swinging websites and this one site had a forum that I found interesting enough to interact with many of the people there expressing their opinions about the lifestyle and it didn’t take me long to (a) become a popular contributor and (b) piss a lot of people off because I challenged everything they knew about  sex.  Then, one of the friends I met on this site, my girl Cinnamon, was sharing her blog with the site members and, damn, I thought that was so cool to be able to do this so I asked her about it and I wound up here on WordPress five years ago and I was off and running… um, typing.

Some of the really early stuff I was ranting, raving, and pontificating on was the hypocrisy of the swinging lifestyle and how there’s always this group of “elite” motherfuckers who feel that other swingers have to bow down to their often incorrect view of group sex and, well, even in the forums, I’d go off on them and while I made some friends by daring to slap those elite motherfuckers in the face, I also made a lot of enemies because I had the nerve not only to call them on the carpet for their very narrow mindset but to put their hypocrisy on blast for all to see.

These elitist bastards and the drones they have following behind them and French kissing their asses have managed to take the words “open-minded” and “like-minded” and put such a spin on them that they don’t mean what you think they mean and the short version of their hypocritical mindset is, “If you don’t wanna do it the way we say it should be done, you’re the punk-assed bitch and not us.”  You wanna see discrimination in action?  Go to a swinging site and, if they have open forums, just sit and read what’s being said.

One of the things that really irked me was that they’d harp on the rules of swinging… and then act as if the rules never applied to them; if you were of the “wrong” ethnicity and the “wrong” sexual orientation, my God, the way they behaved about this was deplorable.  One of the other things I’d often rip them about is the “rule” about liars and the only things worst than a liar in the lifestyle were a single guy and any bisexual guy; yet, it was okay for some of these elitist assholes to blatantly lie about their sexuality or, really, tell another couple any lie they could think of so that sex would happen.  It was okay for them to behave so badly but wrong for anyone else to do the same thing… and doubly wrong if you had the nerve to call them on it.

Like yours truly.  Cinnamon would just shred them about their elitist behavior and wouldn’t back down from anyone – and I so admired her for  that and, yeah, she was right, too.  At some point, between me and Cinnamon tearing those elitist bastards a new asshole, she got banned from the site and I got warned and threatened with being banned… and for telling the truth and exposing a behavior in group sex we found just heinous, pompous, discriminating in every way imaginable and, of course, hypocritical.

A lot of swinging newbies would join the site and be treated so badly because, sure, one of the rules of swinging is that if you get rejected – and you will – don’t take it personally and I ‘d be like, “Say what?  How could you not take it personally?” but, of course, if you rejected them or weren’t willing to give up what you wanted out of an encounter in favor of what they wanted – oh, yeah, and if you didn’t give it up to them without any additional conversation, well, you were just plain wrong and you’d be told to get off the site and get out of the lifestyle altogether.  It was okay for them to discriminate or to treat people any way they wanted to… but if you did it to  them, oh, lawdy, they’d get on the forums and put you on blast in a heartbeat.

The thing that would fuck with me was those elite motherfuckers who touted their sexuality discrimination, i.e., if you were a bi guy, the only thing lower than you were was a single guy.  They’d spread their biphobic and homophobic mindset like a plague and the fucked up things about it were (a) they didn’t know what the fuck they were talking about and (b) some of those hypocrite were secretly bisexual themselves and, you just gotta know that I would tear into them with much glee and when they tried to come back and get all nasty about how they’re right and I’m not, what they never realized was that I was exposing their negative mindset for all to see.  It just made me nuts to see people riffing about bi guys and how fucking horrible we are and how we shouldn’t be in their straight lifestyle – but they’d also categorically deny that they were discriminating against anyone; in their minds, their preferences for anything were more important than anyone else’s preferences.  I could never figure out how someone who would never be bisexual could tell me, of all people, about being bisexual and more so since I was bisexual before a lot of  them were born.

They’d use their prejudices like a weapon and just beat down anyone who wanted to be in the lifestyle for the diversity of the sex as well as the diversity of the people.  If you weren’t physically fit and perfect, you were just shit on the bottom of their shoe – but they’d also swear that they weren’t looking for “Ken and Barbie” in the same sentence.  There’s discrimination against sexuality, race, age, body type and condition – and the elitist assholes would stand by their right to be prejudiced against any who wasn’t like them… like they were all perfect… and some of them I wouldn’t fuck with my worst enemy’s dick.

These folks could take the joy of sex/group sex and just fuck it all up – and never in a good way.  You kinda know that some people just behave badly when it comes to sex but if you wanted to get an idea of how badly they can behave, try getting into the lifestyle (or any aspect of it) and see what happens.  You’d get to see just how shitty men can act when it comes to getting some other guy’s wife; they will lie like rugs, disrespect her man, and do the one thing I know women just can’t stand:  Treat her like a mere piece of ass.  There are other horror stories and, sadly, they’re all true like those guys who’d show up at a group sex gathering and assume that every woman there is his for the taking and without anyone’s permission and if you reject them, well, all holy hell would break out and, sometimes, violence would ensue.

Women, well, a lot of them were really victims more than willing participants, having been conscripted into the lifestyle pretty much against their will by their man who has a very bad case of pussy-on-the-brain.  I’ve seen these guys use their women as bait and throw them into situations they’re ill-prepared to deal with – and then leave them to fend for themselves.  I’ve seen women just take to the lifestyle like a fish to water, only to get their asses handed to them because they’re having more fun than their men are; likewise, I’ve seen women just wind up being traumatized just being there, let alone because some uncaring, lust-crazed motherfuckers – men and women – tried to get them to do something they just weren’t up to the task of doing.

Bisexual women are still highly prized and what I call the “Mandingo Syndrome” is in effect; it’s either that BBC (big black cock) nonsense or the lust for Black women can be so prevalent that some motherfuckers will actually insist that a Black man (and his big dick) stay away – but it’s okay if he leaves his Black woman for them to ravish as they please.

Now as I said yesterday, group sex – threesomes, foursomes, moresomes – can be one hell of a good experience… but you gotta be prepared to deal with a mindset that, I think, only serves to devalue people more than it encourages them to broaden their sexual horizons.  I think about Ann’s experience and what she wrote about being left unprotected when she needed it… and it pissed me off that this happened to her… but it’s also what I’d call typical behavior by many in this situation.  If you show up at one of these… parties and think that you’re walking into a free-for-all kind of thing, guess again; if you think that you’re gonna show up and everyone’s just gonna automatically respect your boundaries, I’d ask you to rethink this one.  And, really, if you think that people can be damned funny about sex and how they approach it, you just have no idea how funny they can be until you get into a group sex situation with some motherfuckers.  If you think that those in attendance is going to care about your feelings and/or they’re supposed to, um, I’m here to tell you that you’re gonna probably wind up terribly disillusioned because there are a bunch of elitist sons of bitches who have, somehow and for some reason I don’t pretend to understand, taken the thrill and joy of uninhibited group sex and have turned it into one’s worst fucking nightmares.

People have asked me about group sex stuff and I’ll tell them what I think is damned good about it… but I’ll also tell them what’s very bad about it and, no, I don’t sugar-coat it or try to be PC about it because when it comes to sex, some people just behave very badly because they feel they have the right to behave badly and to disrespect anyone who doesn’t conform to their way of doing things in this… and this is just sad to see… but if you don’t learn anything from a group sex experience, you will find out things about sex and how people can behave that you’ve never seen before and, honestly, I’m not surprised that there are so many people who’d never have this experience and many more who do want to experience it… then see human behavior at its worst when it comes to sex.

Can you get into one of these situations and have every fantasy you ever had come true?  Yep, you betcha!  Can you have your comfort zones expanded?  Uh-huh, ya sure can!  Can you learn some shit about yourself that you might not have been aware of before?  Oh, hell, yeah you can!  Can you have nearly unimaginable fun in a group sex situation?  Does a bear shit in the woods?  Can you have your perceptions about sex expanded or changed?  Yeah… but, trust me, you’re gonna learn all the bad shit, too; you’ll encounter those elitist motherfuckers whose views on sex and group sex can turn this mind-blowing experience into an “us versus them” war that can be so fucking ugly.

Just saying.  Not everyone who’s happily into group sex is a narrow-minded and prejudiced elitist; you can meet and have sex with some pretty amazing people… but as Ann learned, you can also meet some pretty fucked up individuals, too.  They say it’s just sex and some of them make it a point to dehumanize having sex like the feelings of those they’d fuck don’t matter – it’s either their way or no way.  They say none of it is personal… and I’ve consistently failed to understand how fucking someone isn’t personal; even when I’ve had them explain this to me, I admit that it just doesn’t make sense because sex, even casual sex, is personal… but  the elitists will tell you in no uncertain terms that it isn’t, that they have no responsibility to give a shit about you as a person – you’re just a means to their end and nothing more.

And I’m the guy who’ll warn you to avoid these elitist assholes if at all possible; they give group sex a very bad name and reputation,  if ya ask me (and you didn’t).  Ann said to me, in her comment to yesterday’s blog, that she wished that I had written it before she had her experience and, damn, I feel as if I need to apologize to her and as if I somehow let her down but, Ann, in the future, if you have a question, you can ask me or you can even ask Larry (yeah, Larry, I just volunteered you, dude).  I think these motherfuckers bother me so much because even in a group sex situation, I just give a fuck about people and, as the elitists have told me, I care too much and that I shouldn’t care about anything other than getting the sex I want and by any means necessary.

But because I do care, yeah, I will expose the hypocritical elites who believe that they own group sex and that they can make it in their image and speak out against the many prejudices and acts of discrimination they employ against anyone who isn’t like them.

 

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Group Sex Thoughts

This is probably the one thing that’ll take someone who’s secure with sex and turn them into a prude quick, fast, and in a hurry.  It’s something that can make folks with privacy/modesty issues want to soil their underwear to be naked in front of a bunch of people, let alone engage in sex while an audience is watching and cheering them on to orgasm.  It’s the one thing that, for people who’d swear to how much they love sex, make them change their mind about that statement when, ah, performance issues show up to tell the truth.

It is some really scary shit and, sometimes, even for experienced folks in this because as much as people try to make group sex a controlled situation, you just never know what’ll happen because, well, pussy makes motherfuckers crazy (for men) and women can totally freak out to see more than one hard dick waiting to get a piece of her.   There are a bunch of perceptions about this, like, if you’re there, then you’re there for sex and in whatever form it shows up in; the truth is that even people who are open-minded about this and open in their approach to sex can go out of their way to not let sex happen if it’s gonna encroach on their sensibilities.

Yes… a safe environment is called for, although not all group sex is planned – sometimes, the shit just breaks out all by itself.  You expect everyone in attendance to be on their very best behavior and I’ve always thought, “Are you kidding me?” because I’ve seen some very well-behaved people go totally ape-shit when sex is on the table.  “No means no” isn’t just for group sex – it’s all-encompassing where sex is concerned because one should never be made to do something they don’t want to do… yet, they’ve just walked into a sexual situation where anything can happen.

Inhibitions can get thrown away at the door… but some of them can come slamming into place as well.  Sensibilities can be challenged, like, if seeing some bisexual shit happening before your eyes makes you want to wet yourself, well, why are you there… and what exactly did you think was gonna be going on?  Some folks will hang on to their modesty for as long as they can and then wind up having to endure people wondering or asking why they’re still dressed when everyone is as naked as the day they were born.  If you’re someone who has body image issues – with your own body or the bodies of other people, well, what the fuck – did you really believe that everyone’s going to be in the best physical shape?  If you have age issues, again, what the fuck – do you think it’s only young people who like to fuck and indulge in all manner of sex?  I guess so since people involve themselves in these things with their preferences firmly in place and rely on attraction to drive their need to have sex… and then get miffed when there’s no one there who qualifies to have sex with them.

If you have fears, hangups, inhibitions, and other things along this line, why in the name of all that’s holy would you willingly show up in an environment that is going to take everything you believe about sex and stress the shit out of it?   Sure… it sounds like a great idea… until you get there and the reality of a group sexual situation slaps you upside the head.  I have seen for myself the folks who, before the fact, are talking tons of shit about how they can handle a group sex situation, only to watch them cower in the corner with their clothes still on because whatever they thought was gonna happen wasn’t even close to what’s really happening.  I’ve seen women who claim they love sex and are willing to take on anyone wind up being in tears because more dick than they could have imagined is being presented to them.

Group sex can turn you into a prudish, punk-assed bitch quicker than you can say your name… even if it happens to be in a setting with people you know.  Sex invokes vulnerability; it can expose one’s limitations and do such a bad number on one’s ego that it literally isn’t funny.  Like I said, in a group sex situation, one’s sensibilities can be taken to task just by watching what’s going on around them and if this doesn’t make you rethink everything you thought you knew about sex, I don’t know what will… and I’ve learned that just finding out that you didn’t know shit about sex like you thought you did will make someone head for the hills faster than “Speedy Gonzales.”

I’ve seen people throw up; I’ve seen them barely make it to a bathroom before they shit or piss involuntarily; I’ve seen “strong” people break down and cry because they just couldn’t handle what was going on; I’ve seen people literally be so stunned that they kinda leave, their minds retreating and going into self-protect mode and they’re just sitting there staring at things no one else can see.  I’ve seen men freak out just because some other guy accidentally came in contact with them; I’ve seen women freak out to open their eyes to see who’s eating their pussy or sucking on their nipples and find another woman doing it and, yep, seen men freak out when they see a guy deep-throating the shit out of them.

And all of this makes me wonder, “Just what did you think was gonna happen?”  It’s my own personal thought that if you don’t have a very high ceiling (or you have a huge list of what you ain’t gonna do) to your limits, ya might not want to walk into a group sex situation.  I learned to walk into these situations – planned or otherwise – and expect anything to happen… or to expect nothing to happen.  I’ll walk in with my safety in mind – I’m not gonna let anyone do anything to me that I don’t want done (and I have the muscle and very nasty temper to back that up if I have to) but, I know that being in this situation is going to test my resolve as much as what I know about sex and I believe that if I have any doubts about my ability to be up for whatever happens, I’m not going to be there… but, um, I love a challenge; I actually like having my sensibilities challenged and my ability to interact with so many people tasked to the maxed.

Linda likes to jerk my chain at times because I have practically zero inhibitions and definitely no modesty whatsoever… and that’s probably due in part to the many sexual situations I’ve been in to date and, yeah, probably some ego as well because who wants to be known as the person who said they could hang… and then they didn’t even get naked with everyone else?  Not me… never me but, yeah, if it’s something I ain’t down with, I will politely beg off.  I’m not without a couple of hangups, like, ya might not want to bust a nut in my face or try to shove two dicks in my ass at the same time; ya might not want to try to hold me down or otherwise restrain me because my reaction will be immediate and violent… then again, I will make it known what I won’t put up with and that list is short… but it does exist.  Otherwise, if I’m walking into a situation where anything can happen, well, let’s see what might happen.

Men have this… tendency to worsen our reputations by not approaching women with respect and asking her permission to engage with them and if you’re a guy in this situation and you don’t understand that a woman will just freak out on you if you try to take her without her permission, then you need to stay away from group sex situations.  It’s a given that we don’t handle rejection well at all and I’ve seen guys react very badly when a woman tells them no for any reason.  We’re expected to be on our very best behavior in a group sex situation… but if you believe that this is always the way we should behave, well, you don’t know shit about men and how sex affects us – you really don’t.

Women… well, we just know how funny women can be about sex, don’t we?  Still, ladies, I gotta say – and without one bit of offense – that if you don’t have your head in the right place about group sex, please, stay home – and by “the right place” I mean being fully aware that you could be subjected to shit that’s way outside your comfort zone so if you have a small comfort zone, don’t even show up – it’s for your own good, trust me.  Hell, if you’re not there because you really want to be there, it’s okay for you to tell the person begging you to go with them that you don’t want to go; one of the things that really pisses me off is seeing women in a group sex situation and looking lost and/or afraid because they really didn’t want to attend and only did so because their man insisted on it.  And, yes, I’ve seen men in this same situation and it’s just not a pretty thing to see happen to anyone.

Group sex can be emotionally and physically “dangerous” for some folks and enough that just thinking about it will scare the shit out of them and make them not want to ever experience it… yet, there are people who are very much aware of the “dangers” and will show up anyway – some people actually get a thrill out of facing their sexual (and even sexuality) fears, well, right up to the point where they just freak the fuck out and haul ass from things as fast as humanly possible so, again, it makes me ask:  “If you can’t handle it, why are you there?”  Maybe some folks are just gluttons for punishment – I really don’t know but if I’ve learned anything from being in group sex situations, I’ve learned that showing up and acting like this is gonna be like one-on-one sex is a mistake and that if I don’t have a sense of adventure, that’ll just compound the first mistake.  If I walk in there and I’m more worried about what might happen to me, I’ve already taken myself out of the game before I take my shoes off because instead of “focusing” on the sex, I’m too focused on literally protecting my ass at all times so, yeah, if this is the mindset I’m bringing in the door, maybe I should have just stayed home.  Now, check this out… because I think it’s important.

Guys, if you and your lady get into a group sex situation, you’d better not just throw her to the wolves and make her fend for herself.  You’re not only there to enjoy all the sex you can, you have a duty – and obligation – to protect and defend her honor, even in this setting, so if you go off and think, “She can handle herself…” you, sir, are a total asshole; when she shreds your ass because you weren’t watching her back or, worse, she freaks out worse than a 1960’s hippy on a bad acid trip and now you gotta try to pick up the pieces, well, you truly deserve it.  Okay, yeah, I know – keeping an eye on her is going to take your focus away from having sex with other people… and that’s just too bad – accept it and adjust things accordingly.  Yep, Linda and I can be in a group sex situation and even if I’m doing something else, I am very much aware of where she is and even peeking to see what’s going on and looking for any signs of distress… because it is my duty to do this and if I have to stop what I’m doing to come to her aid, so be it – and that’s even though I know Linda is a bad-ass all by herself and more than capable of handling situations… but it doesn’t mean that I’d be that asshole and assume she really can handle anything.  I might get a lecture about coming to her rescue when she really didn’t need rescuing… but at least I was there for her.

And if you’re not gonna always be there for the woman you showed up with, you need to have your ass kicked.

If you’re looking to expand your sexual experiences and horizons, group sex is a great way to do this and, yes, lawd, it can be more fun than you could imagine but I’m the guy who’ll tell you that there’s a special mindset you must have before you even try to do this and if you can’t adapt to this special mindset and go in there thinking you can do it on the fly, you’re making a mistake and one you’re gonna regret for the rest of your life.  I’m not bullshitting you about this because I’ve seen people make this mistake more times than I care to think of and, yes, in my early experiences with this, even I had to learn how to leave my fears at the door (so to speak) but to also be willing and able to protect myself if it becomes necessary.  If it’s your first time with any kind of group sex – a threesome or facing a whole building full of people having sex – this is some really scary shit and scarier than you may be thinking about… but if you’re someone who has issues dealing with their sexual (and, yes, even sexuality) fears, please, don’t even try this even if someone dares you to, okay, because I can almost guarantee you that you’re gonna find out that you’re not as grown up as you think yourself to be.

 
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Posted by on 5 June 2015 in Life, Living and Loving

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Group Sex

Not only is this something that a  lot of people never get – or never want – to experience, it’s something that is part of the bisexual stereotype, that if you’re bisexual, any kind of group sex is gonna be a given and, yeah, that includes the myth that all bisexual women just gotta have that threesome.  So I was sitting here, letting my mind wander to find out what might be in it and I thought about how back in the day, um, our little group of kids indulged in group sex and without realizing what it meant or, really, what the fuck it was.

I can’t really say that when it first happened, it was deliberate or even planned.  A few of us started playing “Doctor and Nurse” and I thought about the lack of modesty we had – just stripping down in front of others wasn’t that big of a deal – so if you were to walk into our “clubhouse” (vacant apartment buildings and houses, really…) you might see a bunch of pre-teens naked, on the floor or on mattresses, and just going for what they knew.  The first time, it was purely boy-on-girl sex… but there were times when the fellas were together and doing the all-male group sex thing – think of it as same-room sex (which is a swingers’ term by the way) more than all of us being in a pile.

It was just plain wicked from our points of view because we’d all been warned about the evils of sex and how much more evil it was for boys to do it to other boys… and, honestly, I don’t remember ever hearing about the girls being admonished about having sex with other girls.  It wasn’t unusual to see guys paired up and sucking on each other’s dick, doing some fucking and sometimes in groups of three; one guy could be getting fucked while he sucked another guy’s dick or there might be a guy being fucked… and the guy fucking him is being fucked as well.

I’m thinking about this and said to myself, “Shit… we were doing shit that adults wouldn’t have the nerve to do…” and we did it shamelessly, too.  There wasn’t any fussing or fighting over anything; if you got your dick sucked, you sucked the other guy’s dick and if you fucked him, getting fucked in return was a given.  If the girls were present, okay, yeah, some… discussion would take place about who was gonna get which girl and, of course, they had their favorites based on dick size, what skills were learned to that point, who ate pussy, who was busting a nut, stuff like that.  But it would get sorted out; even the guys or gals that got “left out”when things got going would either pair up or join any couple already in the heat of things.

No one was left untouched in some way; by the time things broke up, everyone present had had some sex of some kind – everyone had oral sex and everyone got fucked.  I compare this time of my life to my experiences with group sex as an adult and, well, as kids, we just did it better and a lot easier.  We did threesomes, foursomes and moresomes and while the concept of sexuality was pretty much unknown to us, it made it easier (for lack of a better word) for a guy to just go suck someone’s dick (or get sucked) or a gal to get a taste of pussy (or have hers tasted by another girl).  It was just totally shameless, unadulterated sex; we were learning and doing things that adults either didn’t know or wouldn’t do and not giving a lot of thought to any of it as we began to explore this sex thing we were told not to do until we were a lot older and more responsible.

Amazingly, none of the girls in our group got pregnant; no one caught anything nasty, either.  The girls who were afraid of getting pregnant had no qualms about sucking a guy off or letting him fuck her in the ass and some of them liked a dick in their ass better than in their pussy (if you can imagine that).  Now, at some point, we learned about rubbers and one day, one of the guys showed up with a few packs of them that he swiped from his dad… and you should have seen us trying to figure those damned things out!  We did figure it out but, um,  given our lack of size, there was no way they were going to fit any of us yet but it wasn’t hard to figure out that if you could put it on – and it was going to stay on – that if you busted a nut, it would go in this balloon-looking thing and not inside the girl and if it didn’t go in her, she couldn’t “get in trouble” as it was said back then.

Over the course of about a year (I’d guess), our happy, horny little group learned everything we needed to know about sex thanks to our group sex sessions and, yes, any one-on-one stuff we did.  We even learned some BDSM things, like spanking, restraining a “prisoner” (if we were playing Army or Cowboys and Indians) by either tying them up (loosely) or holding them down so the could be, ah, interrogated.  Some of us liked this, some of us didn’t but, I dunno, maybe it was like an unspoken rule or something but if you were there and didn’t leave, well, that mean you were down for whatever was going to happen.

By the time any of us got the legendary “birds and bees” speech, um, our peeps were wasting their time and breath telling us about something we already knew… and in greater detail than they could have ever expected.  Hell, I can remember my father giving me the speech (again) and I sat there listening to him and, when he wasn’t looking right at me, rolling my eyes because this shit was more than old news to me since I was getting my sex education “on the job.”  Thanks to the dirty books a lot of the guys would swipe from their parents, oh, hell, yeah, they were chock full of things for us to try so, um, Dad?  Why are you telling me something I already know and, by the way, I also know that  you’re lying your ass off about some of the stuff you’re telling me…

I didn’t have an official sex education class until I was in the eighth grade and, nope, there wasn’t one thing the hapless teacher assigned to teach the class could tell me that I didn’t already know (as well as many of my classmates) and it didn’t surprise any of us when that class got removed from the curriculum; I didn’t see sex ed as a class again until I was a junior in high school… and even that was a waste of time because they spent more time telling us not to have sex than anything else.  Thanks to my curiosity and very frequent trips to the public library, I knew about male and female anatomy before it was ever discussed in school – I damn well knew that babies didn’t show up via storks or the mailman…

By the time I was twelve, I just didn’t merely know about the evils of sex – me and my friends were all about doing all the “evil” that could be done.  If two or more guys happened to get together, yeah, it would be on and still without any real awareness of what a bisexual was, let alone knowing that the word even existed.  We knew what a gay person was but as far as we knew, there wasn’t anything to describe those of us who’d go from poking a girl to doing the same thing with a guy moments later.  What I knew – what we all knew – was that it was so much fun and to the point where we couldn’t figure out why the adults were saying the things they said against having sex.

Yeah, eventually, we learned why but until we did, man, a group free-for-all was just a fun and ‘normal’ thing to jump off for us.  For us guys, sucking cock and fucking was just good, nasty, fun. If a guy was busting a nut, that was good; if he wasn’t, that was good, too – it let you suck that dick a lot longer and without the mess.  Refraction, that thing guys have to deal with and wish never happened, wasn’t even a consideration; I could suck a guy off, he’d get soft… and be hard and ready for action literally in mere minutes.  The guys who weren’t shooting sperm could fuck you to your heart’s delight because all they were getting was “that feeling” without losing their erection and do it until they eventually got tired.  We had a “fascination” for sperm and it wasn’t unusual for a girl or a guy to jerk off a guy that was shooting just to watch that shit flying through the air.  I was one of the first to start shooting (at the age of nine) and that made me popular and I got used to someone wanting to see me shoot and I sure as hell didn’t object to how they’d get me to do it and all requests to shoot my baby-making stuff into them were granted with great glee.

I tell people about my childhood activities in this and I’ve gotten reactions from disbelief to amazement… but it was what it was for me.  I reveled in my desires for sex with boys and girls, well, up until I learned what a bisexual was – that caused some confusion for me to work out but, nah, didn’t change anything when it was all thought out.  It never fails to amaze me how as a youth, having all kinds of sex was so simple and easy… and definitely not so much being an adult.  I have zero shame about those moments in my life; it embarrasses me at times because even though I did all that shit, wow, it is kinda hard to believe that it all actually happened.  And, yes, I do often wish I could do it all over again…

Time for something else to do…

 
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Posted by on 6 February 2015 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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The Years of Living Dangerously

After spending the day running around in parts of the county I haven’t seen in a while, I was decompressing and trying to get my noodle to settle down after absorbing a lot of information… when it decided to make a 270 degree turn, climb into its time machine, and jump into the gutter a little to look at the, ah, more crazier years as a bisexual and, no, I not only don’t know why it went there – I don’t know why it’s still on my mind right now.

I’ve often shared a lot of my exploits during those crazy times, when straight sex and gay sex were both brand-spanking new and I was doing my level best to wear the new off and by any means possible.  By today’s standards of behavior, the sex I was having was insane and dangerous beyond belief; I’ve told people about those times and have watched their eyebrows crawl into their hairline as they would say, “I don’t believe you did some shit like that!”

Well, yeah; during the crazy times, the only things you had to worry about as far as STDs went was syphilis and gonorrhea and everyone knew that if you happened to be unlucky and get this, all you had to do was go to the free clinic and anonymously get it taken care of.  I kinda laugh and say that this is one of those times that I’m glad I didn’t know then what I know now and that ignorance was, in fact, bliss; what you didn’t know about wasn’t going to hurt you until, of course, you found out about it the hard way – and a lot of people did, sad to say… but I wasn’t one of them.

Some think or believe that, today, STDs are the only danger a bisexual (and particularly males) has to worry about.  A guy can still be raped by other men, beaten, abused, and tortured by his fellow man – and just because they think it’s fun to humiliate or otherwise harm men like that.  Back in the crazy days, the old heads used to scare the shit out of and tell us not to hang around any railroad tracks because if we did, the hobos were gonna get us and rape us because they just loved tender, young – and stupidly careless – boys.  Didn’t really stop us from being around the city’s rail yard or other railroad sidings until one of our number did get caught on the tracks – by hobos – and gangbanged for several hours (or so we heard) and spent a few days in the hospital getting checked out for bad stuff and while he didn’t get infected with anything, he did have a bad crab lice infestation.

You’d think that after hearing about this, all of us young fuckers would cool our jets, right?  Nope, not even; shit, we even continued to play around the rail yards and tracks and ventured into other areas of the city’s underside that we were continually warned not to go into.  We knew what happened to our friend, just like we knew that he went down to where he was sexually assaulted because he was hoping to get assaulted and I know our mindset was one of, “Hey, that was him – nothing like that is gonna happen to me!”

Ah, the innocence and naivety of youth.  Even though we were told of the “dangers” of having sex, it didn’t do a whole lot to stop most of us; we didn’t think a whole lot about dumping loads of sperm into the girls who hung with us because, hey, that’s what they wanted, right?  Things like, oh, getting her pregnant – while one of the things we were cautioned about – just went through our minds like water through a sieve; that none of us got any of the girls “in trouble” was a good thing but that’s not really the point.  We weren’t supposed to know about sex yet a lot of us were having more sex than people way older (and supposedly wiser) than we were.  For us, it was care-free, uninhibited fun to be doing the nasty to each other and in any way we could.

Sucking dick and eating pussy, once acquired, was the thing to do; anal sex among the guys just par for the course and even with some of the girls who finally realized that, hey, if he puts that creamy stuff in my pussy, I might have a baby… but if he puts it in my ass, yeah, that’s the ticket!  Even some of the girls who were “saving” their virgin pussies for when they got married would eagerly suck dick and insist on taking it in the ass and none of us were even concerned or, importantly, knowledgeable about hepatitis and the ways one could get this liver-destroying disease, like sticking your unprotected cock into someone’s ass, for instance.

Some folks live their entire lives without having – or coming close to having – a same-sex or group sex experience… but not the kids I hung out with for all those years; for us, it was damn near part of our daily routine or, really, any time a bunch of us got together.  Of all the things that we could have – and probably should have – been worried about, our biggest fear was getting caught in the act; parents back then just did not have a sense of humor about such things and in a time where “neighborhood parenting” was in effect.  One parent catch you doing something you shouldn’t be doing, they just wouldn’t rat you out; you’d get your ass tore up by them, taken home, and ratted out so your parents could beat your ass some more.  If you know about switches, then you know why we’d be so concerned about not getting caught.

But even when some of us did get caught in the act, do you think that slowed things down?  If you got busted in the act, you got your ass tore up, got grounded for x-amount of time, and when you regained your freedom, yep, you just had to get caught up on the goings-on!  Honestly, that any of us actually survived those crazy days continues to amaze me; today, I know that we were incredibly lucky – God does look after fools and children – but even when something “bad” happened, like when I got raped, do you think that really changed anything?  Yeah, it made me be more careful, just like those who’d get caught in the act would learn to be more careful… but the head-first plunge into sex never really stopped.  Sure, some of the gang grew out of the craziness or their families moved, stuff like that and while we would miss our friends, there were still other kids in the hood who were willing to take their place and join us in this dangerous fun.

The moral boundaries didn’t matter even though we were made aware of them in that “do as I say, not as I do” way parents tended to behave in.  Asking a question about why something regarding sex shouldn’t be done would get you into more trouble than anything else and, besides, the usual answer was, “Because I said so!”  Get caught choking your chicken and you had to listen to the going blind/hairy palms speech and, yes, yours truly had to listen to it a few times and the words “Don’t do that!” was, as parents eventually learn, was just license to keep on doing it.

Cultural boundaries, while greatly enforced back in the day (read this as stay with your own kind) didn’t mean a whole lot, either, and even though getting caught or even being suspected of sexy hanky-panky with someone who wasn’t like you added much more danger to the mix, nah, you just learned how to cover your tracks, get a quick and dirty lesson about plausible deniability, and got a good understanding of the word “discretion” – hey, it was only “illegal” if you got caught.  All those stereotypes about not sucking dick or eating pussy?  Yeah, I knew they were bullshit way before I even heard them.  “Good girls don’t but bad girls do?”  A lie and a half, truth be told.  Boys don’t have sex with other boys?  Not even close to the truth.

I know it’s easy to look back on those years today and see just how incredibly careless we were and how “rebellious” we were in doing something that we were straight-up told not to do, let alone be concerned about; sex was something that we were told that we had plenty of time to experience and that there wasn’t a rush to do it – these are the same people, mind you, that would also tell us that tomorrow wasn’t promised to anyone and that just as easy as life was given to us, it could be taken away; yeah, so much for having plenty of time and no need to rush…

 
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Posted by on 21 May 2014 in Life, Living and Loving

 

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MMM-Plus

I’ve written a lot about my younger days, when having sex was a wild rush of exploration and sex with the fellas was often done as a matter of course.  I was sitting here sipping on my coffee and staring outside at the piles of snow all over the place and I started thinking about differences, not in behavior but in perception and how I could have done something way back in the day and saw it as one thing but as an adult, I see it as something else.

Today, I can look back at all the times we got together and wound up having sex – and I mean both girls and guys – and know that we were having group sex; we’d often have gang bangs, known back in the day as pulling a train; we’d have one-on-one sex, threesomes, foursomes and, of course, moresomes that when all of us were together would qualify as an orgy.

There would be oral sex, anal sex, intercrural sex, the occasional DP with girls who just couldn’t seem to get enough dick in them, and daisy chain fucking because it wasn’t all that unusual for you to be fucking someone and someone would be fucking you… and maybe someone was fucking them.  You haven’t lived until you’ve been a part of a ten-plus-person daisy chain of oral sex and could be either sucking dick or eating pussy and, yeah, even having your ass eaten and doing the same to someone else.

Experimentation… that time in my life (and the lives of others) where sex was brand new and with the addition of enjoying sex with the fellas, a most wondrous time, filled with illicit pleasures.  But then you grow up and think that you’ve left this childish behavior behind, not realizing that the possibility existed that you could experience those exact same things but now with an adult slant on them.  The mind easily draws a line between those things done as a young man and those things done being older – I’m not quite sure why this is other than sort of marking a place – I can’t think of anything better to call this transition from youth to adult; what I do know [now] is that nothing really changed other than the players involved and a lot more intensity in the lust felt and experienced.

In my teenaged years, I participated in no less than three full-blown, knockdown, dragged out, no holds barred orgies with an entire house full of horny participants with erased inhibitions thanks to plenty of weed and booze.  It was eye-opening to discover that the things I did as a kid had a grown-up version as well and such things added to what I knew about sex and, in particular, my sexuality, completely dissolving the notion that there was really no one else like me and hitting me with the hard truth that I was totally and completely wrong to think like that.

The first time as an adult that I wound up in a pile with two or more guys was… educational.  Sure, it was a situation where one could easily blame it on the alcohol, adding to my storehouse of information on how a person’s inhibitions could be lowered or even totally removed.  In that first time, I was being fucked while blowing another guy and the guy fucking me with gusto said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Man, I don’t fucking believe I’m doing this…”

Which was fine… because I couldn’t believe he was either since I knew – or thought I knew – that he was straight and had a girlfriend and would often say some pretty nasty shit about gay men – the ones who acted like girls.  The guy I was sucking wasn’t that much of a surprise; I knew he had been having sex with his brothers for “a while,” as he put it, a confirmation that if you never thought or believed that this kind of thing happened, you were sorely misinformed.  Still, it wasn’t about being judgemental and it’s kinda difficult to be this way when you have a hard dick in your mouth and copious amounts of sperm are being spilt as a result of your efforts.

The guy who had his straightness stripped away looked up at me while I took his anal cherry and said, “I don’t know why I never did this before… this shit is so fucking hot!”  And, yes, while I was fucking him, the other guy was reaming my butt out pretty good at the same time.

For them, it was a drunken diversion from their normal behavior but for me, it was just more of the same and a confirmation that the things I thought were childish just simply wasn’t; this kind of sex – and sex in a ‘group’ setting – just wasn’t about childish experimentation.  There were quite a few times when I’d be in a group of guys – and usually with intoxicants involved – and a fuck-fest would break out, often beginning with one guy pulling out his boner so he could get himself off and the other guys following suit… and then someone decided that some help was needed.  Sometimes it was asked for; sometimes it was offered and I would be in the middle of this and just marvel at watching guys my age behaving in the same way me and my friends behaved in my youth.

If you’re a bi guy, you haven’t lived until you’ve been in the position of riding a dude cowboy-style while another guy is sucking your cock while yet another guy is fucking your face.  Just like when I was a curious but inexperience kid, the illicit pleasures were still there… just greatly amplified.

Having sex with groups of guys is so eye-opening.  You not only get to have a firmer grip on your sexuality but you get a better of understand of the lust men are capable of even if they’re basically straight but under the influence.  You get to see just how emotionally labile a guy can be over the loss of a girlfriend, and the emotional jolt that can leave them open to suggestion or otherwise put them in a frame of mind that having sex at that moment – even with other men – is a good thing to do, something that will act like a salve against the emotional hurt.

Such interactions served to reinforce something I learned as a kid and as a teen:  When you get a bunch of guys together, there’s no telling what might happen and that sexuality, as we understand it, isn’t really an issue although it does help if you’re already of a mind to have sex with men; it helps if you’ve had any experience with this and I’ve always thought that any prior experience can be an open door to future experiences under the right conditions.

Yes, you can come to grips with your duality via one-on-one sex; it’s the mode that’s more comfortable.  I like to think that this is a lot more… intimate than the intoxicant and hormone driven group sessions; instead of having to deal with two or more grown men and dividing your attention as required in this, there’s only the one guy who requires attention.  Still, until you’ve been in a room full of men with hard dicks and their lust is literally oozing out of the pores of their skin, you can’t really get a good understanding of what drives men.  It’s that programmed imperative to fuck and to sow our seed in the fertile wombs of women… but being bi takes the imperative to the next level, where procreation isn’t the only reason to fuck and spill our seed – and women aren’t the only desired objects for this.

I’ve often said that being bisexual gives you a special understanding; for us guys, we get to find out what women go through when it comes to sex and what it feels like to be pursued and, yes, submitted and taken even with permission/agreement.  It’s an unusual position, being made to feel feminine, to have that first-hand knowledge of what it feels like to be fucked and to have one’s mouth used.  And with this understanding, it lends itself to sex with women and it can even change your behavior because you know what it’s like to be fucked hard and even brutally hard; you know what it’s like to have cocks of all sizes rammed down your throat and being made to feel helpless – or getting totally pissed off and ready to kick ass and take names.

I don’t know about other guys but in those moments where I’ve had sex with multiple men, it really taught me a lot about myself, about sex, and about other men.  You get to understand what lust is, what it means, and even to what lengths guys will go do for the sake of lust, that need to release their seed and a kind of indifference when it comes to the person they do this with because emotional affinities aside, it’s really all about busting that nut any by any means necessary.

My sessions with multiple men were pretty awesome and often startling to be with guys you thought were straight but then find out that either they really weren’t or they could, with a little outside help, cross the line.  It would amaze me to see guys who got caught up in this with me have their very first experience and to see a kind of realization dawn on their faces as they have their cock and balls sucked by a man for the first time or having anal sex for the first time, being on the receiving and delivering end of it.

It’s not only awesome to be taken by a man, to share your body with him… but it is equally awesome to watch other men take and be taken, to see their lust and passion being released and experienced and, yes, more so for those guys for which this is something new to them… but something that has been heard about, merely a rumor until the moment they get to experience it.

And through it all, it can still make you wonder about your sexuality and whether your actions are truly a choice or really a matter of the true nature of what it means to be human and sexually active.  And then you go and have sex with a woman, as ‘nature’ intended… and then find out what it truly means to be bisexual and male…

 
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Posted by on 23 January 2014 in Life, Living and Loving

 

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Diary of George and Melissa

For quite some time now, I’ve been getting bombarded by Travelling’s posts on George and Melissa and I thought that it was pretty damned cool that a blogger I’m following has written a book around his blog’s topics so last night, before I went to bed, I went to Amazon and got a copy of it, my mind already salivating over what I just knew was going to be a good book about a somewhat controversial topic.

And I hate to say this but it just wasn’t all that well-written and, to be honest, I was disappointed to see all of the spelling and grammatical errors in the book and to read how contradictory, inconsistent, and disjointed the book was.  The sex scenes were steamy but the other things I just mentioned took away some of the heat of the sex being described.

There were things happening in the book here and there that just didn’t make a lot of sense to me.  Early on in the reading, George and Melissa are doing their first MFM and she bade her hubby to suck the guy’s cock – and he just did it like he was an old pro at it and his only ‘complaint’ was that the guy’s cock didn’t taste as he had expected it to.  I thought, “Okay, had I written this part, I would have at least said a little something about how George felt about being ordered to suck another man’s dick – it would, if anything else, speak to whether or not he actually had any experience or desires to do this…”  But, of course, I didn’t write the book and, Travelling, I was really trying to read this book as a lover of books and not an author.

And it was damned hard to do.  In another part of the book, George and Melissa are into another threesome and, by this time, it’s clear that George is being cuckolded; the other guy had expressed a desire to play with another man’s cock and while I didn’t find that to be all that unusual, what did have me going back to the first threesome was George’s behavior when the guy started messing with him and, oh, yeah, the fact that he had the exact same comment about sucking the other guy’s dick as he did the first time this appeared in the book.

In the beginning of the book, George says that his wife was a virgin when he met her but, later, we find that a boyfriend she had before she met George had gotten a good piece of that nooky.  I was saddened to see this faux pax and, at this point I was ready to stop reading the book and delete it from my Kindle library with the slight regret that I bought it.  When Melissa was getting it on with a woman for the first time, wow, that was really weird.  I mean, I could understand how she wound up in bed with the neighbor… but the way she reacted to this just puzzled me and even more so when her and George did the pastor’s wife again – why do something when there was so much uncertainty about doing it before it happened?  And, given the circumstances under which the second encounter took place, I found myself saying, “There’s no fucking way I would have let this take place with a suspicious husband lurking in the background…”

The book just didn’t flow cleanly, going from a first-person perspective – as if George was telling the story – to a more ‘narrative’ kind of joint, you know, as if someone else was telling George and Melissa’s story and, often, this happened right in the middle of the two of them talking about something.  It actually had me going back a few pages because I just knew that I had missed something important, only to find out that I hadn’t missed a thing – the passage just wasn’t all that well-written and it caused a disconnect.

By the time I finished the book, I was feeling kinda bad about how I felt about the book and the person who wrote it.  I expected better; I expected to see a broader picture of how a married couple can go from “keeping only unto yourself” to “Hey, let’s add some folks to the party!”

Now, I don’t want anyone to misunderstand – I give anyone who writes a book big time props for doing it because I know how hard it is to do it and that they got their work out there to be read is a good thing and more so since I’ve had it in my mind to do some major for-money publishing of my more recent works… and haven’t gotten around to doing it yet.

I got to thinking, while watching it snow like a bitch, that reading the other books in this series might clear things up… but after reading this one, I’m not sure I want to read them because of the chance that they, too, may be as poorly written as this book was and I’m not just talking about the plot and the character development; whoever proofread this for errors and continuity just didn’t do a good job of it and because they didn’t, it makes the book hard to read and understand, let alone enjoy.

It pains me to say that I wouldn’t recommend this book to anyone… and I wish I could get my money back.

 
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