Slipped under the short leg, steadies the unsteadiness
Of a lopsided conversation; makes a solid place to rest,
arms and thoughts, upon�
I always wanted to make love to two people that wern�t in it for any other reason other than me. I was sure the put out or get out thing wasn�t gonna happen with dykes and if I didn�t come through I figured they weren�t gonna care.
So we had all talked and although I figured it was a distinct possibility, I question myself on and at every opportunity, so I had managed to convince myself it waddn�t be happening.
That night was filled. Good solid conversations that touched upon important local, personal and international issues all got there fifteen minutes of fame. But I still don�t know how it happened and this is what makes me giddy and keeps me laughing at night. This is what makes want to take out an ad in the paper. It all seems so ridiculous. Beginning to end.
So we all talked for a few hours and got into good food and music and I was getting turned on to hell and back. But the defining moment came with the booze. Oh, booze, sometimes can�t live with it�
Truth or dare came up and I knew for sure that someone was getting layed that night which, lets be honest, is cool. I mean it turns people on to see two people fucking and in the movies you really feel relieved when two people finally get it together and cut the trashy emotional baggage and let it rip. So when one of them says that I�m in the mix too it seemed too good to be true, and what I mean by that is that the girl was dead honest about how she felt and it freaked me out to know that she knew I was as well. I always analyze the situation to hell, and figure that any and everyone thinks I�m in it for the orgasm. She knew better. So did the other one.
So they had some troubles. Turns out they had done some cooking as I had expected, before. And they had to work it out. One of them really pulls the rug out from under the truth or dare set of rules, shows her hand and breaks down any barrier needed. Slams a condom into my hand. I laugh. I match her one for one and raise with lube. and we laugh�but honestly at that point in the evening, talking to God has priority. So I talk to God and let them work out what they have to, and I feel like I can�t lose, in which case�I can�t.
Finishing with a purge of any responsibility, I leave my room only to find them having escaped to the bedroom and I�m happy. I, usually weirding out the situation thoroughly have the desire to let them have there fun, but remembering my promise to myself, I knock to make sure it�s all OK�well, more importantly to see where the three of us are at�
And we go outside and talk and finally someone has the clairvoyance to recognize that no if�s, and�s or but�s about it there will be no one left standing by the end of the night, and declares a kiss in order.
Cut to
rolling and moving�almost�serpent
Cut to
Hoist to bedroom and wet mouths and lips and clothes and suddenly I realize I�m hammered and naked and really very happy�
and we keep swaying to each other, trying to find a matching for all energies that accommodate everyone, I being the hardest square peg in that round well known hole. tasting and licking and scenting more than molecules in the air but�
Noises. Keeping me up last night and then someone�s hand disappears along with someone�s eyes and self-awareness and we fully in the swing and interestingly enough I am not left by the wayside and trying to support someone�s back and craving for physical contact I remember being in the middle getting it from both ends and at that point, it was like orgasm. The light grows and I can see white and shapes and everything else is gone and�I can�t see. But somehow I�m supporting a friend again only this time my head finds it�s way a little low and�oh god, I crave that flavour so much.
Fuck
I think I have a hicky. Well not as bad as the other one�
And I�m on someone�s back trying to get to a neck and mouth and look deep into their eyes�no, they�re not lying at all. This is honest. I wipe the tears away�but no�still can�t see and
Then the other one is in my stomach and relishing the sensations of my friend spelling the alphabet. And then I look up and watch amazed as my her was down in assistance and I�m back in elementary school at the water fountain while someone is going��Oh my god� and �That�s never happened before�. Yes!
And I forget time exactly but someone is getting a double attack from us and blood, but hey it�s awesome and this time I�m allowed to admit it. And of course I end up fucking a friend from behind as they do it from the front and no�I don�t recall when someone�s back was so sweet. And blanks�
They tell me that during moments of extreme pain and pleasure certain things get blocked out�one forgets. Overloads and such. Often it gets to be too much for me and just as I�m about to break down someone yells �Too much!� and I�m saved. Saved. But still�
As the evening progresses�and what time is it�is it�well I realize I�m no magician. No disappearing hand tricks for me, but still everyone has their just and I, wanting to feel normal again get offered assistance, but whatever.
I figured assistance takes a second place to more pressing matters. I�m full anyways. More happens. I can see again and Someone is getting the �royal�. Good, bleeding aside. And just cause I like the domino affect I give it as well. And after maybe 7 hours of bliss there are no goodbyes or fairwells, but such as a good road bike that has taken you thousands of kilometres and up the steepest hills imaginable, at some point it simply crumbles to dust and you know what�.
That�s it.