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Reflections

Some things I’ve come to find in this lifestyle, I never quite expected:

When Armando pressed me up against the wall of the nightclub and kissed me, I could have never imagined the whirlwind change of things. And truly everything changed. But it happened with such effortless ease, I pause sometimes just to wrap my head around it. “I’m in an open marriage. I fuck other men and I love it and my husband is supportive of me. Our bond has never been stronger.” All those amazing benefits I’ve come to recognize and wrote about earlier still exist.

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Rules for Stallions

So I was thinking about this next post and realized I’d covered rules I share with my stag regarding open marriage but had only briefly touched upon the rules I have with stallions. I thought that might be an interesting topic, especially given the questions I get at my website pertaining to the specifics of my open marriage arrangement. As always, this is simply my perspective and I’m sure every vixen as her own preferences when it comes to the rules that govern stallion/bull relationships. Nevertheless, I am hoping some of these thoughts might help would-be stallions and soon-to-be vixens get a glimpse into one lady’s perspective.

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Does Size Matter?

The age-old question, right? While porn would have us believe all women like it huge and long and thick, I think this is entirely a subjective thing. I can only speak for myself but for me, the size of a dick is not what gets me excited (sorry unsolicited dick pic senders). To quote a cliche: “it’s how you use it” that matters. And, as always, it’s the context of the sex.

My stag is long and slender. My favorite stallion is thick and not as long. Both get the job done in their own way. And I thoroughly enjoy both in the right setting and given the right circumstances. If you’ve read my Armando series and my letter to potential stallions, I’ve essentially given the formula to turn me on. Notice that none of it mentions size of the man’s cock.

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The Dance – Part 2

It almost felt surreal being there, that dressing room at the back of the club where Armando first kissed me and propelled the start of my journey into the vixen lifestyle. There was the wall he pressed me up against, tasting my lips and my tongue for the first time. The rush of memories and feelings sent my head spinning and my heart racing. Couple that with the built arousal from my dances with Rafael and there was no helping the ache I felt in my pussy. I needed to be touched.

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