Don’t stop now…I’m so close!

I can’t believe how long my Christmas story has taken me to write. This would be one of the biggest build-ups I’ve ever experienced, but it’s been more like an endless edging session.

My son has been unwell and, therefore, seriously grouchy lately. This has meant that I’m running on even less sleep than usual with pretty much no time to myself to write. This story has been written in tiny increments between toddler tantrums, usually with me daydreaming about getting a water spray bottle and giving the kid a little spritz every time he hits his cousins.

Still, I’ve finally managed to get the bare-bones done. I now need to review, edit and post, all hopefully before Easter.

When I have managed to get back into it, I’ve really enjoyed the story and the characters. I’m trying another new theme; a little MMF, why not? I usually base a lot of my content on my own experiences or fantasies, but this is actually not something I’ve really considered in great detail before.

If you’ve read my work, you’ll know I lean toward a fair amount of MFF scenarios, and that’s because I’ve been known to partake in such scenes in the past. I believe this is linked to my submissive nature. When I was a teen, I experimented with girls and, while I found the experiences beautiful and erotic, I never fell in love with any woman. When my now husband and I met, we engaged in intercourse with women together and I loved it, but this time, because I felt like I was elevating his experience.

I’m not saying this is the healthiest way of being, by the way, but it’s the way I am, and I like me just fine. 🙂

Anyway, the idea of being with another man literally makes me recoil, not because I don’t find other men attractive, I mean, you’ve seen Jason Mamoa, right? But because it would feel like an abomination against my submission to my husband.

However, in this story, the male partner has actually arranged the MMF threesome, and I must admit, I found the whole story far more arousing than I ever expected.

So, here’s my question to you, dear reader:

How to I effectively stop a three-year-old from being a jerk?

Just kidding. What I want to know is, have you ever engaged in a three way? What are your preferences?

Someone once said that three’s a crowd. I say, get a bigger bed.

Take care,

Strange