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Early Experiences, Part 1

I recently asked readers for questions or topics they’d like to see covered here. One that came up was the idea of my experiences before MasterDoc. I certainly had plenty of sexual experiences before him, but he’s my first actual Dom. I dabbled in bdsm prior to meeting him, and knew for a while that I’d like to find a Dom (but found that so many of them on collarme were full of themselves). My first bdsm experiences go back, well actually they go way back to my teen years. Now, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned here before that I was a virgin until my 18th birthday. I didn’t even kiss a boy until I was 17 and a half. So what experiences did I have in my teens you may ask? I would play with bondage and blindfolds when I masturbated. I’d tie my wrists together as best I could and then masturbate with my hands bound. It’s not easy doing self-bondage and you have to leave it fairly loose so you can get yourself out of it, but I still got a little thrill from doing it. I knew even then that it was something I wanted to try one day when I had a partner. I kept things like old bathrobe sashes that I could use to tie myself up with.

My first boyfriend and I played around a bit, I think I’ve written about that on here. We tried a little bondage, a little spanking, some power exchange role play (both of us switching). I loved being on the submissive end of the power play, but the hard part was that he did too. We didn’t get deeply into anything, but we played around with lots of experiences - real and fantasy. We played around once that we were total strangers who met at a bar and went home with each other and fucked. I wouldn’t have gone anywhere near an experience like that in real life at that age (a good thing, I’m sure) but I was curious to try new things and have varied experiences. First boyfriend and I would spend a lot of time trying to come up with stuff we’d never tried before (and it was all new) and then doing it. We weren’t successful with anal sex - I didn’t accomplish that til much later. And since he was a boy he couldn’t help me with the whole bisexual experience. (I was open with him about my desires. I later found out in a round about way that he had those sorts of desires too, but he was never open with me about them. Oh except for how he’d say that if he was gay he’d be into Patrick Swayze. Even then I kinda knew the translation was that he was into Patrick Swayze.) I eventually slept with a woman when I was 28. (That’s a little tale in and of itself.)

My sexual experiences in college were pretty standard, vanilla fare. I don’t recall doing any bdsm play during college. I can’t recall when I took up with the married guy (senior year? after college?), but I did play a little with a married guy I slept with off and on for a few years. Nothing much, just a little light Dom/sub type stuff. That was ultimately a situation that I was better out of. When I first met him he claimed to be separated from his wife, then he admitted to still being with her, then he went ahead and had another kid with her even though he’d bitch to me about how unhappy he was. Finally, just when things were winding down between us, his wife called me at work and confronted me. Whew. Not fun. That was the end of the married guy in my life. I’ve twice made the mistake of fucking cheating men, and ultimately neither situation was satisfying. I now have a rule that the spouse absolutely has to know about me or I won’t get into the situation (or won’t stay in it if I find out later that he’s lying).

As a young adult, after college, I still mostly had a vanilla sex life. There would be some light spanking or bondage with various boyfriends, but nothing that was truly a Dom/sub situation. I very briefly dated a guy who was into bdsm, but I had a long distance relationship with an Englishman then and the bdsm guy wasn’t keen on being with a woman whose heart was with someone else. Still, we had a couple of dates, we went to a movie and he fed me popcorn at the rate he decided and I struggled to keep up. I think he had me suck his fingers in the movie theater as well - a full theater I might add. He took the back of my head and lowered my mouth onto his thumb. I remember him feeling me up in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We went to his place once and we played a little. He put nipple clamps on me for the first time, spanked me, etc. It was something I definitely enjoyed, although it might have been better with someone I had a connection with. He Dom-ed me over the phone a few times, and I remember being so turned on as I took my clothes off at home as his command and played with myself. He bought me a copy of The Story of O, which I still have.

I guess light bondage or spanking entered into many of my relationships, but not on the level I would have liked. I’d go through phases where I wasn’t as into kink, but I’d always come back to it inevitably. I think ultimately I’m more turned on by kinky sex than I am by vanilla sex, but I do enjoy vanilla sex. Finding a Dom has fulfilled a part of me that always yearned to be fulfilled. Eventually I hooked up with the couple I played with, and I would do bdsm play with them off and on for a few years. Details on that are for part two.

Sexy Evening

It took me a while to write this entry, as so much went on last night. I hope I remembered it all!

Last night a couple I’ve gotten to know on fetlife came to see us. The wife had come on her own before and this time her husband came along as well. They’re both fans of this blog. Max, the husband, brought me a book on karate because he said he saw some parallels to it and bdsm. He inscribed the book to me. I was really touched.

We all talked for a while, sipping wine, and MasterDoc came over to sit next to me to try to get things started. He had me take my pants off, get on my knees in front of the sofa and bend over. He demonstrated some spanking and I felt pretty sensitive, I think from having been spanked so much over the weekend already. He encouraged Max and G. to come over and try spanking me. They both did a little, thankfully much softer than MasterDoc does it. (Yeah I know, I shouldn’t complain, most of the time I love it.) I got to enjoy being the center of attention as the three of them took turns spanking and caressing me. MasterDoc gave the nea to Max and he started playing with my cunt with it. He buzzed it around my clit and hole. He tried using it penetratively, which doesn’t work so well, so I told him that it’s best on my clit. I was the only person who was half naked for a while.

Next, MasterDoc had me sit on the sofa, legs spread, one leg over his lap. He took a glass toy that the couple had brought and slipped a condom over it. He slid it in me, exploring how it felt. I had never used a glass dildo before and I was glad to get to try one (although I should have one on the way from Babeland to review). The bumps in the glass were nice and the shape of the dildo let it bump against my g-spot quite easily. MasterDoc teased me with it, getting me breathless and wanting to come. He switched to his fingers when it turned out that the glass toy was a bit too much when it hit my cervix (used shallowly it works quite well). He fingered me and had me begging to come. He decided to have Max and G. take turns fingering me. (Max hurt his hand this week and ended up taking a break to get something to drink and take some pain medicine.) G. fingered me, and MasterDoc told me to come and I came at his command. I grabbed tightly onto him as I rode the waves of orgasm. He slapped my thighs while I was coming - which really friggin hurt! (Funny how sometimes it’s, “Yes, yes, hurt me!” and other times I wish I could say, “Bloody hell, that hurt! Cut it out!”) G. stopped fingering me and MasterDoc got her to do it some more. He told me right away to come as quickly as possible. It took a moment but soon I did again, and hard.

We had been enjoying some chocolate for dessert and a piece left on the dvd player melted somewhat. MasterDoc dabbed some of the melted chocolate on my inner thighs. G. licked the chocolate off and it felt heavenly. She’s very sensual and sexy and I loved having her tongue slide across my thighs.

We moved to the bedroom. Max had wandered off outside to get some gatorade to have with his pain meds. (He sliced a tendon in his hand the other day. Ouch). That left me, MasterDoc and G. alone. They lay on the bed on either side of me and played with my breasts and took turns playing with my cunt. It felt wonderful. I just closed my eyes and laid back and enjoyed the sensations. MasterDoc took off my collar so I could feel less subby and be more active. It was hard to get out of the mindset, however.

He had me put G. in between us and we each took a side, playing with her breasts. I stroked her clit, which seemed to really turn her on. He fingered her for a bit, and then I took a turn, then he took a turn again. I’m not sure if we made her come, however it’s really beautiful to watch a woman’s face up close when she’s experiencing pleasure. The way her facial muscles tense up, the sighs she lets out. It’s a delight.

Eventually Max made his way back to the apartment and joined us on the bed. He got naked and pressed up close behind me. He slid a hand between my legs and I enjoyed the sensation of being played with. MasterDoc was getting ready to fuck G. and I tried to watch as much as possible as I find it really hot to watch him with someone else. Max kept murmuring in my ear how happy he was to meet me. It’s kinda funny having a fan, I didn’t expect to be looked at as a minor (very minor, lol) celebrity for my blogging. I’m just some kinky girl who likes to blog, and yet there’s a few people out there who think what I do is great and feel a little star struck around me. It’s sweet and a strange feeling at the same time. It’s a nice feeling, very flattering, but it makes me wish I was the “being worshipped” type of gal as I’d really get into it then. (It’s a pity. I know various bottomy-type men who are wonderful, who I’m very fond of, but in bed I just want to be taken and used so we’re not really sexually compatible. I’m really glad I met MasterDoc because he can use me roughly and yet still be wonderful.) I ended up going down on Max a bit, he went down on me and I continued to watch MasterDoc play with G. I guess sometimes I am a little voyeuristic.

It was getting late and MasterDoc decided he was going to bed. Max had gotten a late start and we ladies couldn’t just leave him hanging, so we took turns going down on him, giving him handjobs, playing with his ass. He was in heaven having two lovely ladies playing with him. He had me straddle his face for a while. We played for quite a while but an orgasm didn’t seem to be in the cards for him. Pity. He fucked G. for a bit and I watched. Then MasterDoc came in to ask everyone to be a little more quiet so as not to disturb the neighbors, and we all decided to call it a night at that time. I cuddled up to MasterDoc for a few minutes before we went to sleep and reflected on the fun evening we had had. I just know I’m leaving little tidbits out of this entry, but I don’t want to make it longer than it already is. I think you get the idea that it was a very sexy and sensual evening with a really nice couple. (And now two blog readers have become part of the story here.)

Threesome Number Two

Friday night right after work I picked D.S. up at the train station. It had been over a month since we had our first get-together and I was looking forward to seeing him. We went to my place and I introduced him to Davey. Davey set about making dinner (he’s a good chef) and D.S. and I hung out. It’s funny to hang out with someone who you feel comfortable with and yet you think that you shouldn’t feel as comfortable as you do because you haven’t spent a lot of time with them yet. I wanted to kiss him but I felt a little shy even though we’ve kissed before. It’s a funny sort of shyness.

We three enjoyed some wine with dinner and that helped us relax a bit and it lowered a few inhibitions. Sitting on the sofa after dinner, D.S. and I started making out when Davey went into the kitchen for something. He came back in and joked that he can’t leave us alone for two minutes. The three of us cuddled close on the couch, with me in the middle. I loved being all snuggled up to two guys I’m fond of. They’re both sweeties. There had already been some talk previously about D.S. being bi, and Davey being a little curious and thinking D.S. was cute. The initial action focused on me and it’s really wonderful to lose track of whose hand is touching you where. “Hmm that hand on my left breast, is it coming from the right or the left side of me? Which hand just moved down to my crotch?” Soon I was the first person naked (as always) and D.S. fingered me for a while. After I had been pleasured for a bit, he got on the floor in front of Davey and asked if it would be okay to turn his attentions to him now. Davey felt shy as always but he consented, and soon Davey’s clothes were off and D.S. was going down on him. Let me just say that D.S. is VERY enthusiastic about giving oral sex (to men or women). While I’m not usually into watching two guys get it on (yeah I know I’m weird, what sort of bi girl doesn’t like guy on guy action?) I thought it was hot to see two guys I like fooling around. It was especially fun because D.S. puts so much passion into cocksucking. And from the sounds that Davey was making I’d hazard a guess that D.S. is quite good at it.

While this was going on, I helped D.S. get out of his clothes and I played with his cock. He ended up taking a break to breathe and cool down and so sat back on the sofa; I took this as an opportunity to go down on him for a while. Somewhere along the way we all adjourned to the bedroom. D.S. commented that he hadn’t gone down on me just yet and of course I looked delighted at the prospect. D.S. has an unusually long tongue, and he had mentioned before that he’s been told he’s talented with it. I have to agree. He inserted a finger or two at the same time and the combination of my clit and g-spot being stimulated felt fantastic. I came a few times. In the meanwhile, Davey surprised both of us by going down on D.S.! This was the first time he’s ever done that (he had handled a cock once before). Apparently he did a decent job of it because D.S. complimented him. D.S. suggested that he’d like to be inside me so we got out condoms and he went to fuck me. Unfortunately, I’ve been having some pain during intercourse lately (or when my dildo was used on me at MasterDoc’s last) and there was quite a bit of pain. D.S. pulled out and asked if I wanted to stop, but I was hoping that the pain would subside if my muscles would only relax so I asked him to go ahead but just go slow. He took it slow and while the pain subsided somewhat it never felt as good as sex is supposed to feel. I felt bad, because I had been so looking forward to sex with D.S., and here my body wasn’t cooperating to make it as pleasurable as I wanted it to be. I was glad that D.S. came but I wished I had been able to enjoy it as much as I usually enjoy sex.

After a little break, Davey said that he wanted to be inside me now, and D.S. offered to get him warmed up (i.e., go down on him again). Sex with Davey didn’t hurt as much but it still wasn’t feeling as good as it usually does. Still, I enjoyed my time with both of them. I just wish that I hadn’t had the painful part.

The next morning I got to spend some time alone with D.S. because Davey had plans with a friend (yeah just a friend, not a date). We cuddled and chatted and D.S. expressed concern about hurting me. I explained that it’s not him; it’s something that’s been happening to me lately. By that time I had already gone online and started to research the issue. Amateur sex therapist that I am, I was determined to figure out the cause and get the issue fixed. (And while I was feeling freaked out that it was happening I was confident that I would be able to fix the problem with some patience. See next entry.) Our cuddling turned into kissing and sexual teasing and I suggested we go off to the bedroom. Again, D.S. went down on me with great relish. Again, I came. Unfortunately even his fingers inside me hurt a little bit off and on. He stuck his very long tongue inside me and even that penetration made me feel a little sore. However, I was enjoying being close to him – he’s so passionate and sensual, it’s great fun touching him and being touched by him. He’s as uninhibited in bed as I am. We had sex again, and I thought that it was going to be okay as I was focusing on relaxing my muscles, plus he fingered me a bit before and that felt okay. Unfortunately it hurt again and we had to go very slow. The pain would back off a bit but then as soon as I felt the slightest bit sore I’d tighten up in anxiety and it would hurt more. Ultimately we were successful in having sex, it just wasn’t as I had hoped it would be. I really need to sort this painful sex issue out. It’s making me anxious and not want to be penetrated – and I LOVE penetration!

It was time for D.S. to head back home and so I dropped him off at the train. I wished him a happy birthday (today!) and kissed him goodbye. Hopefully I’ll see him again sooner rather than later.

Yup, That Sounds About Right

Klein Sexual Orientation Grid

I scored an average of 2.67

0 1 2 3 4 5 6

Heterosexual Bisexual Homosexual

Meaning

This result can also be related to the Kinsey Scale:

0 = exclusively heterosexual
1 = predominantly heterosexual, incidentally homosexual
2 = predominantly heterosexual, but more
than incidentally homosexual
3 = equally heterosexual and homosexual
4 = predominantly homosexual, but more than incidentally
heterosexual
5 = predominantly homosexual, incidentally heterosexual
6 = exclusively homosexual

Summary

The idea of this excercise is to understand exactly how dynamic a person’s sexual orientation can be, as well as how fluid it can be over a person’s lifespan. While a person’s number of actual homo/heterosexual encounters may be easy to categorize, their actual orientation may be completely different. Simple labels like “homosexual”, “heterosexual”, and “bisexual” need not be the only three options available to us.

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The bar above doesn’t seem to show up properly on my computer - just go by the numbers - 2.67 on the Klein Scale. When I’ve done the Klein Scale before I’ve gotten a similar score - just a wee bit on the hetero side of bisexual.