My firsts threesomes
remember my first threesome experience fondly. Well… more like I cringe a little bit, and shake my head in embarrassed disappointment. My younger (more sexually experimental) self was a ball of confusion and angst, but mostly just raging hormones, crying out for the female body.My first three some experience was embarrassing and involved a boy, a very confused girl (me), and the most beautiful human who, to date, sends electric pulses racing through my nerves, warming my ever cold feet with love and lust. Her name was Sabina, but she was my star. With her lush, glowing Ethiopian skin and green/brown eyes, I knew the first time I saw her, I loved her, I wanted her but, homosexuality was (and is) a taboo topic, so I kept my mouth shut, and continued to date an asshole of a boy.
My first threesome experience was a ‘dare’, an alcohol-fuelled (though alcohol is NEVER consent for yourself or anyone to act out their desires) suggestion, that turned into the most wonderful, pivotal night of my life. In a whiskey-fuelled stupor I remember suggesting to my boyfriend that we have a threesome, plain and simple. I giggled, acting like it was a thoughtless suggestion, when really I had thought (real hard) about it, as he responded will one word, “what?” So again I said, “A threesome. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to bend the ‘traditional’ intercourse rule?” His eyes widened (or maybe that was my blurry imagination) but I vividly remember the growing excitement, because I could see I had caught his attention. As I very logically and nonchalantly carried on this conversation in my head I was already imagining this 'taboo' act taking place. My thoughts were split: between the morality of it, the idea of having feelings for multiple people, the slight weirdness I felt about having sex with more than one person, but most importantly my mind was focused on finally, maybe, Sabina.
My first threesome experience physically began on a Saturday, but really it began several days before. Sabina and I were (and still are!) friends in common social circles. So one day, at the end of the work day, I approached her. It was weird, awkward, and I regret being so… formal, but I started with, “I’m confused, and I think I may love you.” – Arguably, I throw the “L” word around too often. So I went on to tell her, the truth: about my sexuality, her, my boyfriend, and well, the threesome.
When she responded, my heart stopped. So that Saturday, my boyfriend came over as did Sabina. Immediately, he pulled out a bottle of whiskey and started to down it, like a parched water-deprived wanderer in the Sahara. I didn’t drink that night, I didn’t want to. I wanted this to be me, in my body and sense, I wanted to remember this forever. I put on a Louis Armstrong vinyl (cheesy, I know) and so it began.
My first threesome experience helped me finally realize that no matter what, my (or anybody’s) sexual preferences whether they are sex toys, bondage, fetishes, desires, experimental wants, sexual dominance, dressing up (down!), age differences…whatever - they are OK. I am (we are!) not weird, or abnormal. So, let’s face it, as long as it’s my body, I’m using protection and there is verbal CONSENT from all parties involved, why the hell not. Who is to tell me what I can’t and can do in bed. My first threesome experience was magical !
