I have often thought about writing this blog or even how to word it but I’m not really know for my vocabulary excellence so let’s push on.
As of late I’ve noted the poly’s poking their head out in to the mainstream world. episodes of pretty well know shows have introduced one off polyamorous characters (a family 2 male 1 fem and a baby) more and more books and a slew of articles about younger generations in poly relationships becoming less taboo. These things jumped out off the screen at me it was amazing how amazing it was to me.
For a long time I have felt I was kinky off center with a secret not lust but love for having multiple men and not even in a sexual sense, well that to but that wasn’t how it started. Start is the wrong word, it just was.
Mr.Molly. he and I are high school sweethearts but we were never really alone he had a best friend absolute BFF we became a threesome without the sex, well not for his friend anyway. We were inseparable or about six months and then we broke up, it actually felt like a breakup he wanted to party, mr molly and I did not. I was sad I missed him so did mr molly. No long after another guy from our friend circle sort of attached to us and the same thing inseparable the three of us against the world. If I’m honest I loved (let’s call him Tim) Tim maybe as much as mr molly looking back. We never slept together though he did bear witness to mr molly and I’s eternal teenage lust more than a few times. We eventually moved away to another state though mr molly and I, and again I was sad like a breakup. We have both offer expressed regret not taking it further but we were young, I still adore Tim he’s married with kids now, mr Molly’s original friend is still partying lmao both will be at our wedding.
As we have gotten older life’s gotten crazy and in the way, we have had many lusty little adventures but all the best bedtime stories have another man in them. I remember how hot it was to be grinding on some guy on a dance floor, look over and spot mr Molly’s intense stare burning through everything else except the guys hand on my thigh inching closer to my pantyline. ****for perspectiveBefore I go on Mr molly doesn’t enjoy men sexually himself or wish to have another woman in our bed I don’t think my ownership nature could allow another female to share my men anyway, I will mess with girls on my own though****. I remember climbing through his bedroom window drunk after a nights out with the girls and watching his cock throb when I told him about some guy that had his hand up my skirt and tounge down my throat all night (he wanted full details). We have always had this thing we always thought we were freaky apparently not so much.
I think I was encouraged to write this blog due to a simple group of sentences uttered by the most amazing MrMolly himself hours after he got home from a two week hitch. He walked in flipped on the bed put his hand on my thigh....
“Damn for the last three days I was so f#*@ing horney because I had a day dream *aname* was sending me videos fucking you all over the house”
Damn it was so fitting a fantasy that’s it’s blown my mind for days and every spare moment my brain has that’s where it goes. Sometimes I think him and I are one person looking for love lmao we just want a good man to fuck me and all of us snuggle in on a Sunday with me as the middle spoon siiiiggggghhhhhhhhh
Well that was lots of words hope they make sense
xoxo mollly xoxo