I’ve received multiple requests for reviews of erotic-related material. I think this is a great idea! It not only inspires me to explore new things but also provides you, my readers, with a completely honest, unbiased opinion. It’s important to note I do not have any sponsors, so you can trust I won’t be pulling any punches ;). This blog is simply for fun and to journal my experiences and thoughts. With that said, let’s start on a positive note:
I was flying out to reunite with some friends and family living on the East coast. I remember feeling excited, not just for the opportunity to revisit some old haunts but also to connect with a certain new stallion who just so happened to be in the area. I called Romeo to let him know about my upcoming trip. And he booked the hotel.
Yay 🙂
While my story with Ben was surprising and fun, it could not compare to those encounters that provided some actual, physical release. Let’s be real. I’m a vixen. My fantasies are physical for a reason. Cue the next part of this particular conference story. I had been in contact with Romeo since our sexy, romantic evening together. By this time our relationship had really evolved and opened the door to some personal changes in the lifestyle. I had a very strong connection with Romeo. He felt the same and so he represented my first step into a more polyamorous relationship.
Part of the joy of being a vixen is the constant reality that anything can happen at any time. I have the freedom to fully embrace the unexpected. As seen in many of my other stories, this often leads to incredibly erotic encounters. The freedom to experience life without sexual limitations also leads to other kinds of moments; sweet, fun, flirtatious moments. Here is one such story that always brings a smile to my lips when I think back on it.