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My eyes were shut, the thin slip of a makeshift silken blindfold covered them. The darkness heightened my other senses. I felt the softness of the bed beneath my naked body. My hands bound gentle but taut to the bed frame. My skin prickled with anticipation. What was I going to experience next? Ryan’s lips kissed just above the soft lips of my pussy. The feeling sent an electric thrum of pleasure up my spine. More kisses traveled up my body to my nipple which he took between his teeth. My heart quickened. I felt my breath catch in my throat. He expertly suckled and nipped. My senses were on fire: the taste of his tongue against mine, his earthy scent, and then the feel of his mouth traveling back down my body to take in my clit.

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If you’ll recall from my last story, I had finally met my match (both figuratively and literally thanks to Okcupid). A true polyamorous relationship is something I had been looking to find for a while. Yes, my Italian Stallion gave me elements of the love I was seeking but it was not with the foundation of maturity I found in Ryan. Put simply, he got it. When we communicated, there was a sincere excitement in each other beyond the sex (though that was good too). We matched intellectually, with a sincere respect of the other’s expertise, knowledge and history. Emotionally, there was an investment of care beyond just being friends. We wanted to know each other at a deeper level. And, of course, there was our physical match. He was well-muscled, tall, ruggedly attractive; with sharp, intelligent eyes. I fit well in his arms and in many other positions, as well .