Threesome Memoirs – Our Last Threesome

After a little over a year of our memoirs, I decided to go back and organize a little better.  Below, I have redone the table of contents with links to each article.

Our Threesome Memoirs:

1         Bisexuality
1.1      My Awakening
2        His Story
3        Listing Ads on Dating Websites
3.1     Angry Lesbians and Studs
3.2    Crazy Men
3.2.1 Men Pretending To Be Women (Pat The Squirter)
3.3    The Man Hating and Pushy (Edith the Cat Lover)
3.4    The Young and Flaky
3.5    The Shy (Shai Wan)
3.6    The Intimidating (The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly)
3.7     Finding The Third (The First Meeting)
4        My First Kiss
5        Our First Threesome (Venice’s Perspective w/ Ryan’s commentary)
5.1     Our Second Threesome (Ryan’s Perspective w/ Venice’s commentary)
5.2     The Secret Lesbian
5.3     A Threesome From Every Perspective
5.4     A Different Type Of Double Penetration
5.5     Giving Him A Double Blow Job
5.6     The Naughty Lunch Break
5.7      I Fucked A Girl With A Strap On
5.8     Tasting His Cum On Her Pussy
5.9     Our First Sleepover
5.10   Foxy Brown
5.11    The Break Up
5.12   Face Fucking
6        Is My Wife Really Bisexual?
7        The Women I Want
8        What Is A Unicorn
9        Coming Down From The Threesome High

Extras:
What NOT to text your possible threesome partner
The DOs and DON’Ts
How To Have A Threesome (Parody)
What If Your Wife Wanted To Have A Threesome With Another Man?

our last threesomeThere are a few more experiences that are in the drafts that we may share, but today I am going to share our last experience.  Do I mean our last experience as in never again, or last as in the one that chronologically happened last?

Let me just go through the experience and if you make it to the end, you can help me decide what it all means.  I’m not going to glamourize this experience or make it seem like a steamy hot threesome.  I am going to describe what happened, and while it happens, I will try to take you through the other thoughts that run through my head.   With each threesome I’ve written about, there have been small moments where I leave out how I really feel, and instead focus on writing the experience as detailed and steamy as possible.  Because this blog is also a diary of our experiences, we’d prefer to read back one day and smile at the things we’ve done.  However, I have enough of those moments and I am not a sex author, so I will now do what I do best, and analyse my thoughts.  It’s important to remember, I am not talking about Venice or her thoughts at all.  How I feel, what I feel, may seem a bit narcissistic, but my selfish reasons for having a threesome isn’t the same as Venice’s. I will try to explore why I am having a change of heart towards threesomes and really no longer interested.

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Threesome Memoirs – Coming Down Off The Threesome High

Well, it’s a new year, new leaf, new direction.  We are still compiling our top sex blogs list that we wanted to blog today, but have decided to find different blogs directed more towards couples and relationships, rather than the typical top sex blogs list (reviews, advertisements, reviews, fake stories, reviews).  We may not post an updated list. As far as new blogs, we will now try update on Mondays and Thursdays.  We did this all December and will have this schedule from now on.  We may blog on other days, such as Freaky Friday Search Terms, but check back on Mondays and Thursdays.

the downside of threesomesSo… coming down off the threesome high huh?

How about I just get to the point and save everyone with a low attention span the burden of having to skim through this blog.   Threesomes are overrated.

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Okay, for those of you sitting on the toilet dropping your chocolate meatloafs with nothing better to do than read a blog about a guy who is coming down from the threesome high, here we go.

Although my version (I am speaking for myself, not Venice) of our threesome stories have been written to sensationalize the sexy aspects of threesomes, they do not tell the whole story.  The truth is, I never felt comfortable in any experience.  Most of the memories feel more like mental movies that I didn’t really live, yet I have the memory of what happened in the movie.  The movie wasn’t great, but it had a lot of nude scenes, or moments you’ll never forget (think Basic Instinct). I think this is because I have blocked out the idea that I mess with other women in front of the woman I love more than anything in the world. In the heat of the moment, everything seems exciting. However, we do not live life in the heat of the moment, and once the moment passes, the reality of the experiences aren’t something I am proud of.  Not that I was forced to have threesomes, or forced to do more than just watch Venice spend time with another women, but I guess it’s like seeing your best friend have a good meal, and instead of joining in and eating with her, you just watch her eat.  It didn’t have sex because I was horny or wanted other women, I had sex because they were going to enjoy Venice, so I wanted to enjoy them.  I didn’t want to sit back and watch, I want to put my penis in both girls’ bodies and mouths, just because the opportunity is there. The caveman mentality of having every woman in the room seems to take over.  When I orgasm, the caveman dives back into my ball sack and the real me shows up.  The real me feels disgusted and almost sick to my stomach.  I would compare the feeling to smoking cigarettes when you want to stop.  You grab the next cigarette and you tell yourself, “This will be the last one.”  It’s not the truth, but it’s what you tell yourself because you feel guilty.  As you smoke the cigarette, you feel this huge relief.  You are getting what you want, what you are addicted to, and you enjoy the moment.  As you take your last puff, the guilt sets in and the endorphin rush dissipates. You’re satisfied as the nicotine flows through your blood.  In fact, you are so satisfied you could swear you don’t know why you even smoked that cigarette to begin with.  The urge is gone, the guilt has set in, and you begin to tell yourself all over again, I am really going to stop this time.

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