Between the Sheets

We’ve enjoyed the dynamics of both MMF and MFF over the years. And, each of those situations has a very unique dynamic and tone. With the women that we have brought to our bed, the experience is loving, intimate and nurturing. With one of our closest companions, the focus of attention is always on her, much like in this memory:

J and I lay on either side of her in bed. He is curled to her back, kissing her shoulders and neck. His hands find their way to her chest to delicately trace the contour of her breasts. As his kisses grow in intensity he pulls her to him in that way, clutching her back to his chest.

I’ve begun kissing her lips, letting the soft warmth of our tongues mingle. My touch of her is much more reverent and delicate. I am celebrating her power as a woman with every breath that I let out across her skin. Slowly the kiss of my breath makes its way down her belly to taste her.

J gives us space to explore each other more completely, watching us please each other for a time. His hands are a comfort and reassurance on us. It is he who will guide us in the subsequent stimulating positions.

Ultimately, she lies on top of J leaning back into his chest while he is inside of her…I govern and supplement their pleasure as much as I can…

And, as I alluded to in the last post, the MMF experience is quite different. It is more deeply entrenched in role-playing and BDSM and less in the sort of spiritual celebration of each other that occurs with our lady friend. I would say that it is a much more reptilian or primal experience in that roles are defined very clearly and articulately. There is an established subservient order to everything and rules that are strictly adhered to. With the liberty that the other type of experience affords us, this more structured act is often a great antithesis:

J had given explicit instructions that A was to ready me for our play that evening. A was to bathe and perfume me, taking great care to lace my corset, put on my stockings and bind my hair. He began by pulling my hair away from my face, and then braiding the silk rope thru it. When he was finished, there were long ends that trailed to the front of me, to be used later.

There was a great deal of intimate contact, but nothing overtly sexual. No kissing. No fondling. We had grown accustomed to it, but the torment was still a part of the ritual.

A guided me into the bedroom where J was waiting. He had taken great care to prepare our setting with candles, toys, and (what would be) much needed refreshments.

I lay down on the bed, as instructed. J lay next to me for a moment to kiss me and examine A’s work, while A watched. He instructed A to begin to stimulate me with his hands and mouth. J began to use the ropes bound into my hair to restrain my hands across my abdomen, still leaving my breasts exposed.

A was finally allowed to touch me in an intimate way, when J entered me. J watched the two of us begin at a feverish intensity, built up over the hour that we endured my preparations. A’s mouth found my breasts and neck, purposefully seasoned with honey dust.

J fell into me with the weight of his body to kiss me, momentarily separating me from A. He pressed my breath from me with his body and took it into his own mouth. The kiss was long and deep. The knots of rope in my hair sent a twinge of pain down my neck as he kissed me. I brought my arms up slightly to relieve the pressure.

He turned my head toward A and motioned to him to come nearer to my mouth. A did not hesitate. Both A & J came quickly after that, A on my breasts and J within me. J kissed me afterward, caressing and lying with me as A began cleaning us all with warm cloths…

There are much deeper levels that we transverse together as a MMF threesome. I’ll get into what that means in regard to BDSM in my next post…

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