As soon as I’m done washing my hair I’d love to wash yours.

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I’ve had a good week and I’m feeling confident.

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Happy Holidays! Wishing you much happiness in 2020 and beyond.

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“I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face and, the blackest eyes.  The Devil’s eyes.” – Halloween (1978)

As Thursday was Halloween, this is Prompt Week at Sinful Sunday. “Quote Me a Halloween” is the prompt, and I have chosen to interpret a quote from my favorite horror movie, John Carpenter’s Halloween.

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As I dry off, I’m imagining your hands playfully tugging down my towel.  You know I wouldn’t stop you.

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I’m not one to refuse a request from the birthday girl.

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[CW: Threats of harm/self-harm]

I belong to a few different polyamory groups on various social media. A few weeks ago I noticed that someone on one of these groups was having an issue with her relationship. She was new to both the group and to polyamory itself, so I thought I’d offer her my admittedly limited perspective, or at the very least a sounding board against which to throw her current dilemma.

I enjoy helping others; it’s something that truly makes me feel valued. Additionally it was a local group, and we have no polyamorous friends in the area, no one we can hang out with and talk about the trials and tribulations of non-monogamy. I trust it goes without saying that the fact she lived nearby and was apparently okay with non-monogamy held additional appeal for obvious reasons, but that wasn’t the first thing I thought of when I reached out.

She appreciated my getting in touch, and laid out the basics of the situation. I answered some questions and offered advice; we even had a brief video chat because it was too much for her to type out. At the end of the conversation, she said she was feeling better about everything, she expressed her appreciation, and I felt good for having helped.

We talked more the next day, and have continued since; from our subsequent chat it was clear that while our initial talk gave her peace of mind, it didn’t actually fix the issues affecting her relationship.

To give you some background, she and her boyfriend have been together two years, and he recently proposed opening their relationship. What he wanted was to find another woman in the hopes of entering into a closed triad, i.e. a relationship wherein each of three partners are romantically and sexually involved with each other, but not with anybody else. They quickly found a suitable woman, and the three of them hit it off well.

However, the person I’ve been talking to – I’ll refer to her as “L” – reported that it wasn’t long before her boyfriend and the other woman began spending more and more time together, alone, at the other woman’s place. While this was happening, L stayed at their apartment, looking after her boyfriend’s teenage daughter. Picking her up from school. Cooking her meals. Making sure she went to bed on time.

Although the boyfriend and the other woman have been wanting to spend the night together, L isn’t okay with that. She didn’t rule out being okay with it in the future, but for now she has insisted that he return home at midnight. However, in every single case her boyfriend has called at the last minute letting her know they needed more time together, and returning home a few hours later.

A couple weekends ago, L had the brilliant idea of dropping him off at the other woman’s place and picking him up at midnight, thus ensuring he would respect the agreed-upon time. Of course, he called before she left and asked her to pick him up later, around 2:00 AM. Now, I’m no mind-reader, but I’m thinking the boyfriend and his new partner hoped she’d just acquiesce to them spending the night together.

Remember, this guy has a daughter; she’s fifteen and clearly not stupid. Given her father’s constant absence she knows something is going on, and she can almost certainly tell that whatever it is is affecting L in a major way. I asked her if she felt her boyfriend was modeling suitable behavior for his daughter, and she admitted that he was not, even going so far as to say that his daughter had stopped respecting her curfew and other established rules.

In other words, without knowing or needing to know any details about her sexual orientation, if the guy’s daughter ends up dating men, she has been shown that a man in a relationship will frequently be absent, and will also pressure her to adjust her boundaries to better suit his needs.

Anyway, L ended up picking up her boyfriend hours later than originally planned, and while one might roll their eyes at her failure to insist that her rules be respected, she deserves kudos for not giving in to her boyfriend’s manipulation and letting them spend the night together after repeatedly voicing her objection to such a thing.

For now I’ll ignore his lack of concern about how his not returning home at all might have been viewed by his daughter. And let’s not spend time dwelling on the fact that, over time she will lose respect for him for obviously carrying on with another woman, and for L herself for not demanding better of him. It’s worth mentioning that I suggested they simply tell his daughter the truth, that they’re attempting an open relationship, but apparently the stigma would be greater.

One night last week, he brought the other woman to their apartment to stay the night, under some flimsy pretense that L and apparently his daughter both saw through. It was clear that once his daughter had gone to bed he was hoping for a threesome, although L told me the following morning that the other woman balked when he brought it up.

L has admitted to thinking about leaving, which I initially thought was her boyfriend’s objective: Freedom to be with this newer, younger, and presumably more exciting* woman without the guilt of dumping his domestic partner. But when she told me that he begged her to stay when she once threatened to leave him, that made sense too. If I was able to fuck someone new and got free live-in childcare so I could stay out all night, I’d do whatever I could to maintain that arrangement.

*Nothing against L; I’m sure she’s very exciting. But new relationship energy, or NRE, is a thing. Even if you’re not polyamorous, you’ve undoubtedly felt that swell of excitement and other emotions at the start of a relationship. When you’ve been with someone for two years, your eye is bound to wander. It happens. And when you get the go-ahead to be with someone else, you run the risk of getting sidetracked. As someone who has felt that pull, I can attest that it sometimes requires much effort to find the right balance between the familiar existing partner and the allure of what’s new.

So why does she stay? I can admit I haven’t talked to her about that. She’s got her reasons and if she wanted to share them, she would have. In addition to half a dozen other reasons that have occurred to me, I suspect she truly loves her boyfriend despite the fact that he’s obviously a shithead. Which begs the question: Why do we love people who are harmful?

I’ve dated people who were harmful to me. (I’m sure I’ve probably been the harmful person in the relationship, too.) So why did I stay? In some cases it was emotional manipulation: “If you leave me I will [do some horrible thing up to and including suicide and/or murder].” That’s something I unfortunately heard on occasion when I was a much younger man.

But sometimes it’s nothing so dramatic or traumatic. Sometimes we stay out of obligation, or familiarity, or the unwillingness to be alone. Certainly society posits the notion that our worth comes from our relationship status, i.e. whether we are loved by someone else. This is especially true for women, and while I’m not certain it’s true in the case of L, I have more than a couple women friends for whom it absolutely is true.

The problem is that staying for any of these reasons often leads to large-scale compromise. Over time, we’re not the same person we were before we entered into the relationship, and I don’t just mean that in the subtle ways we all change when we’re dating. I’m talking about the kind of devolution that prevents our friends and loved ones from even recognizing us. Gloom. Bitterness. Envy. Anxiety. Rage.

Compromise is a natural part of being in a relationship. Has anyone reading this not compromised for their partner in some way? I’m pretty sure we all have, though the degree of compromise varies. Some people convert to their partner’s religion. Others deign to accompany their partner to a marathon showing of all the Twilight movies. Some people begrudgingly attend Sunday dinners with their partner’s family. Others steal plutonium for that thing their partner is making in the basement. Wait – that might be an extreme example. Let’s go with exhuming corpses for necrophilia purposes instead.

“Exhuming corpses to fulfill Jeremy’s favorite sexual fantasy is illegal and morally wrong. I should break up with him, but if I do I’ll have to find somebody else. And there’s no guarantee they’ll like the same shows I like.”

Learning Spanish in order to converse with your partner’s mother is a reasonable compromise. Having sex less often than you’d like to in order to accommodate your partner’s limited sex drive is a reasonable compromise. Sharing financial expenses is a reasonable compromise. Allowing your children to be raised in a certain religion, or no religion whatsoever, is a reasonable compromise.

Handling all the household chores, as well as providing childcare for a child who isn’t even your responsibility while your partner, the child’s parent, has sex with someone else under the guise of ethical polyamory, and who ignores your emotional needs completely when you actually do spend time together, is an unreasonable compromise.

Likewise, putting up with constant boundary-pushing despite your having explicitly made your opposition clear – whether to being tied up and flogged, letting your significant other spend the night with someone else, opening your relationship in the first place, or even to something relatively innocuous like eating a food you dislike – is an unreasonable compromise.

Of paramount importance is the ability to differentiate between a reasonable compromise and an unreasonable one, or to find the strength to leave a situation that requires unreasonable compromises. Maybe someday L will acquire these abilities, but I don’t see it happening soon.

Case in point: Earlier this week she told me she feels like completely giving in, letting her boyfriend and his new partner just have whatever they request. It takes too much out of her to keep arguing about it only to have her boundaries pushed and her wishes disregarded. I’m unclear as to whether she thinks continuing to live with this arrangement will somehow take less.

I love when Jill lets me know exactly what she wants. Note the color of the heart-shaped Post-It; pink is the monthly prompt for Sinful Sunday.

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I can’t think of any better way to start the day.

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Here’s Part 1 and Part 2.

Kirsten and her guy were fucking in a standing position, her legs wrapped around his waist and her face buried in his neck and shoulder.  Her moans were muffled as she rode him.  She had a hand wedged between their bodies, trying desperately to rub her clit as she bounced up and down on his throbbing cock.  Before long, she leaned her head back and announced her climax, her moans building to a crescendo as she came, her wetness hitting the floor like a popped water balloon.  She didn’t even wait to finish coming before she hopped off of him and knelt down to suck his dripping wet cock.  He fucked her mouth furiously, his hands full of her hair, and came hard down her throat.  I watched as she swallowed burst after burst, and kept sucking.

The guy Blair and I had just shared came up behind Kirsten and lifted her hips up so he could mount her from behind.  He fingered her dripping pussy, then teased her opening with the swollen, red head of his cock.  As he stuffed it inside her she sucked the first guy faster and deeper.  Blair and I watched, growing more and more turned on, as they fucked her at each end.  Even with her eyes closed and her mouth full, Kirsten’s excitement and pleasure were more than evident.  She clearly loved having two cocks inside her, and licked and sucked one while riding the other’s thrusts until she got a load in her mouth and her pussy.

As they pulled out of her, I knelt in front of her and made out with her, too.  I could taste traces of her man’s cum on her lips and tongue, and we spent a couple minutes passing it back and forth from mouth to mouth.  When our kiss broke Chris came over to lick Kirsten’s pussy clean from behind.  While she was on all fours devouring, Blair got on her back and slipped underneath, settling between Chris’s legs to go down on her.  Seeing Blair’s spread legs and open, inviting pussy, I joined in and devoured her.

I loved the feeling of her warm thighs around my head, and the taste of her juices on my tongue was even better.  I kissed and sucked her pussy until Blair was grinding into my face, my hair tangled around her fingers as she drew me in even deeper.  My chin was dripping, and I could feel her throbbing against my mouth.  All at once, I heard a chorus of moans from Blair, Chris, and Kirsten, and I licked and sucked faster.

When they were finished coming, we all lay close together, everyone catching their breath.  Then Blair kissed me, enjoying the taste of her pussy on my lips.  Afterwards, Kirsten crawled over to me and massaged my thighs.  She said that after the three of them got their pussies eaten, she didn’t want me to feel left out and she began to finger and feast on me.

Nearby, Raina lay on a massage table, her legs spread wide as one of the guys stood between them and fucked her.  Another guy came up to her and watched, stroking his cock near her face.  I could see Raina licking her lips hungrily, and before long she took him in her mouth.  She was enjoying sucking and being fucked, and after awhile they decided to switch places.

Raina got down from the table, the second guy took her place, and while the first guy bent her over the table and fucked her from behind she resumed sucking the other guy.  It was obvious that she was close to coming, and as she did her pussy squeezed the first guy’s cock, bringing him to the edge of orgasm.  At the same time she sucked the second guy’s cock harder, deeper, and faster, and both of them flooded her at the same time.

By this time, one of the guys had pulled Kirsten aside.  He wanted to fuck her in the ass, so she lubed him up with her mouth, then he got on the floor and she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.  She loved how full of him she was, and rode him hard.  As she braced herself against the floor with her hands, he reached around and played with her clit until they both came together.  She held him in her ass for a few minutes, then pulled off of him, letting his cum drip out of her and all over his cock.  Then she cleaned him off and they started all over again.

Meanwhile Raina’s two guys had switched spots; she was riding one and sucking the other.  And although she really loved the way it felt she wanted to be even more full.  So the guy in her mouth moved around and slid his cock into her pussy as well.  She had never been so full in her life, and as the two men moved together inside her, their hands explored her body, and she started coming right away, almost nonstop.  Her moans were unlike anything I had ever heard.

I could see her wetness dripping out of her, all over their legs and the floor.  Eventually the tightness and the sensation overwhelmed both men and they came too, sandwiching Raina’s body between their own and holding her protectively as they used her pussy for release.  The sounds of their moans joined Raina’s, and it turned me on to watch the three of them collapse together, exhausted.

Genie was lying on her back on one of the tables, her legs over Melanie’s shoulders so Melanie could finger and eat her pussy.  One guy stood on either side of her, watching and stroking their cocks.  As though just noticing them there, Melanie stopped what she was doing and asked one of them to fuck her.  As he mounted her from behind, Genie told the other one to come around so she could go down on him.

As the one guy fucked Melanie from behind, she continued licking and eating Genie’s pussy, never once missing a lick.  At the same time, Genie stroked and sucked her man’s cock, and once both Melanie and Genie were satisfied, the guys asked if they would like facials to go with their massages.  They responded enthusiastically, so the guys pulled out and Melanie and Genie got on their knees, mouths open and tongues out as the guys stroked themselves off all over their faces.

I was getting pounded doggy style while Chris and Blair shared a guy nearby.  Chris was riding his face while Blair rode his cock.  This allowed them to make out.  When Blair turned around to ride him reverse cowgirl, she was close enough that I could lick her clit as well as the guy’s cock while I got fucked.

Chris’s moans reached a crescendo as she came all over the guy’s face, then got off and joined me licking Blair’s clit.  After we made her come, my guy wanted me to ride him so I switched to cowgirl.  While that was happening, Blair’s guy was very close to coming so he stood up and came on her and Chris’s faces, his moans and their sighs of pleasure filling the room.

It was hard to focus on what they were doing when my own guy was sucking my tits and fucking me from below with a long, thick cock.  With every thrust the head stroked my G-spot and I was going crazy with pleasure. As I came he grabbed my ass, spread me open, and fucked me even harder than he had before.

I moaned uncontrollably, feeling myself coming all over him, soaking his cock and his balls.  That’s when I felt another hand on my ass, helping open me up.  At the same time I felt a couple slick, slippery fingers pressing their way inside, stretching me open, then slowly moving in and out of me.  I could barely see straight, but when he pulled his fingers out I could feel the head of his cock nudging at my ass, so I reached back, spread my ass with my hands, and told him to fuck me already.

He slipped inside without hesitation, and I thought I was going to explode.  As I began to fuck both of them at the same time, I became aware of my friends standing around us, as well as the other five guys.  I couldn’t hear a thing over my own heartbeat, but all of them were cheering us on, so I decided right then to give them a show they would never forget.

As the guy behind me filled my ass I raised up off of the guy beneath me, and as the guy behind me withdrew I came down hard on the cock in my pussy.  I rode them hard, squeezing them in exactly the way that I knew would make them come, even as the one big cock in my pussy continued to stroke my G-spot.  I could feel my wetness everywhere, and I wondered if they could feel each other as they fucked me.

I didn’t hear their moans, but I felt them filling me up, first the guy in my pussy and then the one in my ass,  who was holding my hair in his hands like reins.  I couldn’t stop coming, and as I felt wetness running out of me it excited me to think that it wasn’t only mine.

Eventually the guys led us to the shower where we all cleaned off.  Definitely the best massage I’ve ever had.