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What Jenny Has To Say On Our MFM Threesomes

Tue, 04/06/2010 - 15:59
Submitted by Eric Amaranth

Before I begin, I want to let you know that part six isn't the last part of the MFM threesome I shared with Jenny and James. The evening kept going. That said, I had a comment from a user who wanted to know Jenny's perspective. I called and asked her, now in a monogamous relationship, if she wanted to write an erotica piece on her side of the MFM. She laughed and said no, she's not a writer, but she'd definintely tell me for my reader's eyes.

There's a lot of visceral and molten hot aspects of the sex she had with me and James. The overarching theme is while double penetration with one man and a toy is very good, intimate, amazing, unique erotics with just that one man, two males has erotics that are unique as well and can't be felt any other way. (One of the biggest with one man is the psycholgical impression and body feeling that she's having sex with a man with two cocks and in complete, magnificent control.)

Hair Like a Long Black Curtain, Part Three Revised

Fri, 04/17/2009 - 22:09
Submitted by Eric Amaranth

Due to popular demand, I'm adding back in a position-switch that happened during my sex with Kit-Ting and Wendy.
The blog post was getting too long so I edited. Here's the director's cut, the new content in italics, the original below it:

A Table For Four, Please...

Mon, 11/24/2008 - 17:24
Submitted by Eric Amaranth

Arrived at my friends' party this past Saturday night at twenty-three minutes past start time. I was wearing black jeans, grey turtleneck shirt, a black leather suit jacket, and an Under Armor heat gear form-fitting undershirt. I'd brought a bottle of champaign, strode through the ajar front door, and said hello to an almost empty room. The party hadn't started.

My friends appeared in sophisticated dress. I asked, "Can I help you with anything? They set me to work mincing garlic and putting it together with a half stick of butter. Following that, slicing and toasting bread. People started to arrive. Gradually more people appeared and before I knew it, I was feeling a slight resentment. Just then, a woman came up by my side and offered some help. Then another with curly black hair came up behind me and placed her hands around my stomach. She asked me if I wanted a drink, I said yes, and she returned with champaign. Her hands returned to the front of my stomach. "I love how you feel here. Are you done soon?"