birthday threeway
I asked Donny what he wants for his birthday next month.
“A threesome,” he answered.
I said I’d do my best.
I enjoy the threesome. To be precise, I enjoy the girl-boy-girl threesome. I like playing with girls. I like their softness, their luscious pliability, their folds and their secrets, their wet mouths.
I like the visual of my body entwined with another woman’s. Our limbs all downy silky and our naughty bits all incurving and pouting, metonymy for the kind of brattish sluts we are. Our faces mirrored and our raspberry tongues seeking one another's petulant sweetness.
I like the feeling I have when I’m with a girl. I am forceful; I feel my strength. I am not submissive with women; I can get Dommy on their cupcake asses and it feels natural. I like that swimming, gliding slickness I feel with women, that feral ottery synchronicity, that sleeky strong similitude.
In a threesome, I like watching the other girl get fucked. We women don’t get the benefit of the sexual visuals. One needs to be a contortionist to glimpse the vista that men take for granted. In bed with a man and another woman, I can see everything in all its pneumatic glory. I like being watched too.
I like all the glorious potential hand/mouth/genital combinations, the being, the doing, the being done.
In short, I wave the big foam finger for girl-boy-girl threesomes.
This, however, is not the flavor of threesome that my Donny exactly has in mind.
In his mind, which I assure you is as piquantly fecund as my own, the threesome is boy-girl-boy.
Donny, you see, likes to watch. He doesn’t have any interest in actually playing with the other boy, which I consider kind of a shame, or if he does he’s not ’fessing up to it, but he has tremendous interest in watching me fornicate copiously.
It’s not merely that he wants to watch me sucking another man’s cock, though he does, and it’s not merely that he wants to watch another man’s cock fucking me, though he does. It’s that he wants to watch me wanting it all.
He wants to see me in the full flower of my desire.
I have to want to suck that cock, want to be fucked, and I have to enjoy it all. With gusto.
I’m not sure I really get this part of his fantasy. When I think about him being the boy meat in a threesome with me and another chick, I absolutely want him and her to desire one another. But it’s not so much about seeing my desire for him reflected in another person, or his desire for me projected on another person, because that’s between him and her, not between him and me.
What is between him and me is our desire for us individually and collectively to enjoy ourselves and for our third to enjoy herself, at least in my mind.
I have been the girlmeat in a boy bread sandwich, and it was…ok.
It was not the alpha and omega of sexual experience, but it’s something I’m glad I did. I wonder what it would be like doing it with men who actually know and like me, men who are committed to being good in bed, men who were a bit older than the 25 and 27 of my Latin lovers.
Maybe I’ll have a chance to find out.
I do so want Donny to enjoy his birthday.
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Please let me take this opportunity to thank Figleaf, Blair, Danielle, Bill and Dave who have all availed themselves of my safe and anonymous tip jar. Thank you so much; I profoundly appreciate both your emotional and financial support.
Now just $969 more and I have rent.
Kissykiss,
cg
ps. and now thanks to Big Judy, it's just $964, so thanks, Big Judy!









If it's anonymous, how do you know who's tipped? ;)
Posted by: S.C. | 15 December 2005 at 07:53 AM
SC,
The name that comes up on my Typepad notification is the name that you type in. It could "Donald Duck," or "Johnny Depp," or "Spastic Chimp." I'm guessing that "Figleaf" is not his real name, and I'm guessing that "Judy" isn't necessarily always prefaced by "big."
Good question though.
cg
Posted by: chelsea girl | 15 December 2005 at 09:24 AM
"piquantly fecund"?
The tyranny of the English Department...
Posted by: Rup | 15 December 2005 at 10:32 AM
Ah. I see now. It's voluntarily anonymous.
Rup, I'm in agreement. This woman has a fantastic command of the English language.
Anyone who assumes that a woman is unedumacated simply because, at one time or another, they removed their clothes for money really needs to read this blog...
Posted by: S.C. | 15 December 2005 at 10:56 AM
S.C. thanks, dude.
And Someone, uh, yeah, maybe if I a) celebrated Christmas and b) were in need of some, I might wish along with you.
But given that I'm a) not Christian and b) in complete awareness of the wonder that is me, I'm cool.
Thanks for playing, though.
Cheers,
CG
Posted by: chelsea girl | 15 December 2005 at 11:57 AM
Oh, Someone got smacked down.
CG opened up a can of Whupass on Someone.
Man, I could have fun with this for days...but, I'll leave your comments section alone...except to ask what your faith of choice is, if you have one. I always like to know what educated people choose as their religion...
Posted by: S.C. | 15 December 2005 at 12:45 PM
Somewhere in the vast theological landscape between agnosticism and Buddhism, you'll find me.
Someday I'll tell you my three favorite jokes. It'll help explain my religious postioning.
I still like gifts, though.
peace be with you and also with you,
cg
Posted by: chelsea girl | 15 December 2005 at 01:00 PM
"I like that swimming, gliding slickness I feel with women, that feral ottery synchronicity, that sleeky strong similitude."
Also the rapturous prose of the English Department.
Minus the similitude I totally understand that feeling so thanks for putting it so nicely.
Good luck with your birthday plans, CG. You're very sweet.
Take care,
figleaf
Posted by: figleaf | 15 December 2005 at 01:31 PM
Great to know that Donny is going to get a great bday present.
I wish I could get there in that type of relationship w my wife..but then again..there are many bridges we have to cross first before getting there..trust,jealousy,etc..
Posted by: GoldSchlager | 15 December 2005 at 02:26 PM
SOMEONE, pay attention. Ignorance is only your fault.
Posted by: Wren | 15 December 2005 at 06:42 PM
I left you a tip.
Here's one reason why.
Someday, I'm going to borrow this from you, with credit, of course: "In short, I wave the big foam finger for girl-boy-girl threesomes."
Made me giggle my behind off.
I wave that big foam finger too.
Kiss.
Posted by: alwaysarousedgirl | 15 December 2005 at 07:49 PM
Enough with the nastiness.
This kind of casual cruelty wearies me, and it only serves to show its writers off in a negative light.
I'm not going to delete the comments, but I'm not going to respond either.
And AAG, thank you. You are welcome to it. In ever so many senses.
kissykiss,
cg
Posted by: chelsea girl | 15 December 2005 at 09:31 PM
All you need to remember is you are loved like fat kid love cake.
You'll always be Big Dani's fuck salad.
Posted by: Danielle | 16 December 2005 at 12:04 AM
Those of us who know you and read you regularly are also in complete awareness of the wonder that is you.
Kiss, O
Posted by: O | 16 December 2005 at 12:56 AM
Evidently, Donny and I must have shared some of the same geneticists...
~EA
Posted by: Easily Aroused | 17 December 2005 at 07:38 AM
EA, the thought had crossed my mind....
Dani & O, thanks. Big thanks!
cg
Posted by: chelsea girl | 17 December 2005 at 03:19 PM