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Nor-cal, 33y.o, mom, wife, spoonie…. My life is one of those "had to be there" jokes. Think of it as a peek in to my mind. some NSFW/18+ only please, all most everything is a repost from other social media platform that i can relate with or love. Common topics include: Moon, Space, Coffee, Love, Depression, feelings, poly, ASD & Fibromyalgia
polyamouruspride-deactivated201:
Hi there! Here’s what I’d say. I’m somewhere along the same lines, I don’t want to be in /love/ with more than one person persay, at least that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m in it for the emotional and sexual benefits. That still qualifies in my book as polyamorous. There are many poly people who are only interested in sex, and then others only interested in romance. It’s a big umbrella term that covers a couple different areas of non monogamy. So no, there’s no specific word for your identity that I’m aware of, but you fall under the nice warm umbrella of polyamory, welcome to the family 😎
Metamour: noun, met-a-mour
-The partner of your partner.
ex – My wife has a boyfriend. He is my metamour.Paramour: noun, par-a-mour
-A lover. Originally used to describe the lover of a married person whom is not their betrothed.
Well when i call someone on thier bluff most the time im very disappointed. I find someone that i click with and the have no intentions of meeting in real life they just wanted to have fun texting. Last night i wasn’t disappointed.
I made an offer to drive to MM, and despite how busy he was. He welcomed me. Finished washing out the freshly dyed purple hair and tossed on a flannel and jeans. (He said he likes me in flannels)
As a cute thing i brought cheesecake. (Both of our favorite.) I expected nothing i was happy to see him, hear him, hug him. If more happened i was willing, but i knew i had no expections.
I felt respected. He showed me around his shop. We talked. As friends. I was more comfortable with him than i expected to be. But still so nervous. But hes even better looking in person. His movements and voice where lighting me on fire. I could feel my knees weak and feet shaking. I cant remember half the shit we talked about. I was so hypnotized by him. He could of barked orders my way and i would have submitted willingly
While talking i had to remove a nipple clamp it was becoming painful. He seemed shocked i had done as he mentioned. He expressed he wanted to see them but
Being in front of large windows made me very uncomfortable. His eyes felt like they could tear me apart. I couldn’t hold eye contact. I felt vulnerable. I’d always blushed and giggled. He thought it was cute.
He walked over standing while i was seated on the couch he played with my hair trying to calm me down. Placed my head on his hip. But each pass through my hair only left me wanting him to grab a handful and take control. But he said a few times he wanted to build trust. I insanely trust him already why? I dont know.
He handed me a vibe and told me to play while he took off his pants. Never has watching someone undress been such turn on. He joined me. handled my lady parts with such gentle care. I came with minimal effort. He stood up and i was more than eager to have him in my mouth. I could feel his resistance. He said it had been so long since hes been blown. Hearing that only made me want to conquer that more. My hands wanted to explore..my mouth as well. Our position didnt make for the best abilty to do so, but i was fallowing his lead. He tasted good, smelled amazing, and i for a moment checked out in pleasure, as he joined in and thrusted forward. He came. And w/o second thought i did my best to swallow all of him.
I wanted more. I wanted so badly to kiss his lips. But i was thankful for the time he gave me. I relized how i had been trained in the past and how it still has me fallow those rule. I asked for a hug before leaving. And i felt like putty in his arms. He told me to let him know when i was home safely. People like that are rare in today’s world.
The drive home was like riding on a cloud. I know time will decide what or where this goes but for the frist time in a long time im holding my breath this one lasts a while.
i find it rather shocking how much wolf had me trained but that knowledge will help me undo it
The thing about being polyamorous, for me, is that it puts sex on the table. That doesn’t mean that we’ll wind up having sex; a lot of times we don’t. It just means that the option is available if we want to.
Having sex and romance as options allows me to be more honest with my feelings. As a monogamous person, I was continually anxious about crossing the invisible line between an innocent crush and something my partner would consider a betrayal, and it hurt to have those feelings I couldn’t do anything with. As a poly person, I can just… have the feelings, and tell people I have them, and allow my relationship with the person to be colored by those feelings (even if they are not returned, which does happen).
I have an order of magnitude more ambiguously romantic/sexual relationships than I do actual romantic/sexual relationships: the Tumblr mutual who sends me nudes; the Tumblr mutual I have a vast pining crush on; the friend I’ve had sex with once or twice, and might again; the long-distance friend I hook up with whenever we’re in the same location; the person I flirt with and maybe someday will be sexual with, but if not I still appreciate the flirting; the friend I used to date. All these relationships are only possible with polyamory.
Assorted Thoughts On Polyamory | Thing of Things (via brutereason)
Yeah, this I’ve discovered is important to me too: the possibility to own any feeling and any relationship and let it evolve on its on without having to know exactly what is coming.
(via thewhoopsofbeingpoly)
Mind blown… i couldn’t agree more with this
Why do monogamous people think it’s okay to immediately ask me, a polyamorous person, sexual questions? Like part of me understands the curiosity but if you wouldn’t want someone asking you similarly personal invasive questions, why would you..?
Almost complete strangers ask me if I fuck my husbands girlfriend, if I’m a freak in bed, or just assume I’ll fuck anyone and it’s getting on my nerves.
Polyamory is about love in my world. We opened our relationship because our hearts are big enough for other people. And if I make a real connection with someone and feel like they could bring something to my life, I don’t have to hide it, I can explain it to my partners.
But no one wants to know how we make decisions together, who makes dinner, who picks the movies, how we plan our schedules together and support each other. No.
Most just wanna know whether or not we have orgies every night and it’s starting to piss me off.