I Hate my Girlfriend: Let's Fuck! Part II: Continued misadventures od Aimmee and Mr. Strange

 I need you to come and fuck me!......NOW!


Mr. Strange I am feeling a bit highstrung today and really fucking horny. I have masturbated 5x so far and it is not enough. Would you be interested in coming over and feeding me your cock for a nice quick Nachmittags essen Pause? Sure...I will be there in 5min! Thank God he works around the corner! He walked in the door I pulled off his clothes and shoved his hard cock into my mouth. I sucked it hard and deep and all the while he had his fingers in my pussy from behind. He pulled me up and bent me over the desk chair and started to finger me harder. I could hear the juices squishing about in my pussy and then she blew. At first it was a warm wet trickle down my leg and then I could hear it splat on the floor. He shoved his fingers and more fingers deeper inside me until I could not take it...it was too much. He was leaned down below me angling himself for better penetration and from there he lifted me off the ground and threw me on the bed and began to finger me and shove his cock inside me. He kissed me hard and rode my pussy in every angle possible. I could not stop cumming all over his cock...I have no idea where all this was coming from, but as usual...I cannot get enough of him. He fucked me hard and slow and hard and fast...and as he came with me...1 hard pump and grunt....2 hard pump and grunt...3 hard pump and an extended grunt. Then he collapsed atop me and I could hear him breathing heavy in my ear.

We took a small break and I started to suck him again....and round 2 began. Then he left and went back to work! Tomorrow we plan a 3 way....I want her to watch us fuck...I want to watch him fuck her.....I am so hot thinking about it!



Me, Mr. Strange, and she!      Our 1st 3some....


Our meet with our strange girl was quite casual and we seemed to hit it off immediately, as we met in front of Kaisers on Greifswalderstrasse. She was a bit timid at first, but very open to the experience. After walking about in Kaiser’s to purchase some wine and chocolate, we moved our band of three on to Mr. Strange’s apartment.  There we shared a few stories and had a few drinks to loosen up, but I could tell Mr. Strange was getting anxious and hot by the idea of not only having another woman to please, but to see my reaction and interaction with her. He started to massage her shoulders and neck to soften her up. As she sat in his lap and let him touch her, I watched her body’s reaction to his stimulation and his facial expressions from the other side of the bed. As he touched her, he closed his eyes to breathe her in and feel her. In a magical symbiosis, her body was saying touch my breasts and his hands began to move down her back and around to where she desired to be touched. Her mouth opened, her head began to tilt back and she was instantly open to the moment. When she started to breathe heavier, he looked over to me, as if to say, please come. The look in his eyes as he was giving her pleasure drew me in closer. As we started to undress her, I began to feel the exhilaration and hunger, much like we were a vampire pack enchanting our prey to begin our feast, and of course a feast it would be!







She was very submissive yet completely involved and interactive. We had removed all of her clothes within minutes and she and Mr. Strange were in a passionate embrace. As she lay in his lap, he was kissing the back of her neck and playing with her very plump and beautiful breasts. They both lay back in ecstasy and watched me as I stood above them and stripped my clothes off slowly, keeping close eye contact with both of them, as I removed each little article. I then knelt down and started to play with her very wet and demanding pussy as he kissed her and continued to play with her breasts. I crawled over her slowly so she could feel my breasts and my body run their course over her pussy, along her belly to her breasts, where we lay there nipple to nipple. After a moment, she took my breasts into her mouth and slowly glided my fingers into her pussy and began to kiss Mr. Strange, who was still behind her. The intensity of our dance became more blurred by our increased pheromones and heightened arousal. Mr. Strange lay back as she rolled over and began to suck his very hard and large cock. I spread her ass and her pussy from behind and began licking softly and slowly, all the while I watched him enjoy her mouth on his cock. He then reached between her legs and started to finger fuck her very hard and she started to moan even harder. You could hear the juices building up in her pussy as he fucked her harder and faster.



I moved forward and began to kiss her and Mr. Strange, when she whispered in my ear that she wanted to see my pussy. But before I could give it to her, Mr. Strange had put on his condom, smacked her ass and inserted himself into her. As his cock entered she belted and I could simultaneously feel his cock enter me. She could not stop howling in gusts of arousal and pain, but she took it and she took it hard. Between her belts of excitement she would suck on my tits and kiss me. I would watch Mr. Strange grip her ass and shove himself repeatedly into her and then look at her face with her mouth open and her eyes squinted. Each thrust I could feel deep inside her and myself. I was getting so wet watching both of them and feeling both of them. Watching Mr. Strange smack her ass as he fucked her was like watching the Maestro direct an orchestra. He then rolled her over, put her feet behind his head and went in for the kill. He braced her up and clamped her legs so she could not move and pounded her hard. All that could be heard was their bodies smacking and her moaning and finally....hearing her pussy juices exploding against his cock as he would randomly pull it out and smack her pussy with it. Her juices were exploding and playing upon every sensory instrument, smell, taste, touch, sound, and sight….and beautiful it was!



To slow things down to a more sensual level, she rode him and made herself cum again. As she rode him he continued to look at me and her and he played with my tits, squeezing and scratching and biting. I pulled her off of him, grabbed her by her legs and pulled her pussy up to my face and began to lick and suck as I looked at Mr. Strange dead in the eyes seeing him watch every detail. Then I started to finger her harder and harder until she squirted all over my tits and face. She then rolled over and got on all fours and began to suck Mr. Strange's still very hard cock. Once again, I was high from the connection and I could feel his smooth large cock in my mouth. I knew she didn't suck it the way I do, but I could tell it was pleasing him. I sat back and played with myself as I watched. He reached around her to finger her ass. The entire time he was watching me and fucked her harder and harder until she squirted once again all over me. I got underneath her and began to suck her juices as they continued to seep out.



We paused for a drink and as she and I sat next to each other, Mr. Strange, the Maestro, went in for the second Opus. Me on his right and she on his left, he finger fucked us both simultaneously. Our moans were the concerto, his fingers the percussion, and the wet juices the flowed from us both created the climactic overture for the symphony. After this, I could feel my hunger for him grow more and more and I could sense that she needed a break, so I put his cock in my mouth. The moment I felt him inside my mouth I came. I could hear him moaning and telling me how much he loved my mouth on his cock. He quickly put on another condom and I began to ride him while she watched us and our special dance. He reached up and held me in place by my tits as I straddled him and fucked him hard. Feeling his bulging cock inside my very hungry pussy set off the stream of cum. He then flipped me over, slapped his cock on my pussy to make her squirt everywhere and then shoved himself inside me. He fucked me harder and harder and I could not stop moaning. His cock filled me completely with each thrust. Then when he could see our other player was ready for more, he changed the condom and started to fuck her again. As he fucked her from behind, I got under her and licked her clit and played with his balls. Finally he was ready to cum and he gave her his 3 thrust cadence and his manly climactic solo.



We took a small break and cleaned ourselves up. As she was in the bathroom, he and I started kissing as I straddled him. He was so turned on and was instantly ready for more. Completely enveloped in each other, we spoke of how hot it was to watch each other and how she sucked him and how her pussy felt as he played with then with my pussy. He put on another condom and I rode him continuing complete eye contact and talking as we fucked each other deeply. Amidst all of this we had forgotten she was still there. But, in the middle I heard her say, she was going to leave, that she could not take anymore, and that we were a really great couple together. We offered to walk her out, but she declined only asking for directions. After she left, Mr. Strange and I continued our fucking and then sat up in curiosity to see her walk through the courtyard and yelled out the window goodbye. He continued to fuck me and fucked me until he came with the hardest and loudest orgasm I had ever heard him release. We then lay there contented in each other’s arms and reminisced about the night. Then he stood up abruptly and ran to the stereo, where he had sound recorded the entire event. As we lay there listening to all the squirts, juices, moaning, and body slapping, we could not stop the urge to continue on another round of hard fucking. Towards the end, he pulled me by my hair and directed me over to his desk, where he commanded me on my knees and got out his cell phone. He told me to suck his cock as he recorded me on his camera. In and out, deep and hard, he was ready to explode all over my face. In complete exhaustion, we lay in bed and fall asleep, only to wake in the morning to watch my video debut together and continue on with great and heavy morning sex. Once we finished watching our wonderful experience, Mr. Strange deleted all evidence.



I think many couples or lovers have the fantasy to have a 3way. But I think most of them are fearful or insecure in thinking that their lover will do something with the other person, that they don't do with them or that they may be judged physically in comparison to the other and fear losing their partners desire for them. I can honestly say that since Mr. Strange and I have a good understanding of each other, we appreciate each other for who we are and really enjoy pleasing one another, the fears and insecurities were not present before, during, or after. In fact, I think the entire experience brought us closer to mutual understanding. Our sex since has been evolving, more communicative, and although we are not in a "relationship", we have a very warm and connected closeness, that I myself have never felt with anyone not being in a relationship. We both enjoyed the connection with another and to ourselves so much during this experience; we very much would like to do it again. In seeking another player, our likes and dislikes and mutual discovery has created a new found appreciation for each other. He is a very dear friend and although he is not the type to say such things, I think the feeling of a good and sexually deep friendship is mutual!

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My Mr. Strange is a sensual man after all! This is the ad he placed for us on craigslist!

Me (m, 25) and my friend (f, 33) recently had the first encounter with another women and it was an elevating experience.

I would like to watch her kiss, fondle, bite, lick and touch another girl again who returns her the favors. I would like to watch two angels move in an animalic dance cherishing Eros.

You would be to define my role, although the least I ask for is that I am allowed to sit in the room and watch.

We will reply to emails together and look forward to your picture and fantasy.

Kisses

Response: Your experience before also sounds nice. Elevating is a very interesting way of describing an experience like this. Was it spiritual or what do you mean by this? Oh, and feel free to ask me just as many questions! Are you both German, Americans? What motivates you to have this experience and sharing her?

f² + Mr. Strange = Shit!

Things between Mr. Strange and I were going really well after our 3way. In fact, it appeared to me, that different feelings....closer feelings were developing on both sides. The intensity of connection, at least for me grew stronger and faster. I think it started to effect Mr. Strange too. But the way we both deal with emotions is very different, while I analyze mine and address them, he tends to stuff them away and deny them, then he reacts impulsively in any way to distance himself from those feelings.

After our very hot 3way our communication with each other opened up, our sex in many ways became more intimate and our desire to do it again became very intense. We placed ads to find another woman to join us. He had asked me if we could do it again with the same girl, but I quite liked doing it with a stranger. He then asked if I would mind if he slept with her alone. I had no problem with this, in fact, I encouraged it. In my way of thinking is, I have sex with many men for my work and I also enjoy the freedom of sleeping with other men on my own, when and if I desire it. Why should he not have the same freedoms...after all, we are not in a relationship! But, saying even if we were, I would have no problem with it. I think when you care for someone so much you want to see them happy and completely fulfilled. This is especially important to me because, I know when you have feelings for someone the natural tendency is to develop expectations in the other person. I find it virtually impossible to deny these expectations and therefore, I believe, it is impossible for a single person to live up to all these expectations we have of the other person. It makes sense to be open and have experiences and fulfill desires with another person as well. For me, it limits the expectation to one single expectation...do as you want, safely, with fun, and with open communication...so long as you do not forget about me and hold me above all others.

After discussing him sleeping with her alone....he decided himself it would not be a good idea only because she had a connection to me. The thing is about Mr. Strange, he is caring and does think about these things and I find it very endearing and it is a way to show me his character and this is what I love so much about him. I reassured him it was ok, that I found no connection to be had that should keep him from pursuing her. But he held true to his thoughts....for a while. Then he came to me after some time searching for another partner with no luck and said, "I am sorry I lied, I asked her to join me aloone and she accepted". i told him simply, that he had not lied and there was nothing to be sorry for. His intentions were made clear to me...that he showed his respect and concern for me, but that he had changed his mind and really needed to have sex with someone else besides me. He then promised he would not forget about me.

A few days after our 3way we had had sex, but it was purely animalistic sex and without any connection. I was still in the mode of being connected, so in a way I was not the usual willing participant in his desires. He for sure felt this, but did not say anything. Again he wanted to have sex later that night and I of course would not deny the man I desire so much. But then he put on the porn to watch as he was fucking me....again total disconnect. I was just his fuck toy in this moment and that did not feel good to me. I stopped him in the midst of it and asked him to kiss me. He stopped for a moment and said, give me a minute....then he kissed me. It was not the greatest, but I appreciated his attempt. We finished and needless to say, the next hours and into the next morning was not our finest hours. He knew what I wanted and he knew what he wanted and they were very much on two different spectrum's. I know he felt horrible inside that he could not give me what I wanted then.

I left and went home...yes we did part on good terms...we do do other things together than fuck! I few days later I texted him and said I was terribly horny and he said he would be by in a half hour! This is what I love the most about him....I think! he showed up and as usual he was standing at attention as he dropped trau before me! I told him I could not be rough this time, because I had several clients for the weekend and I did not want to be bruised up. He was fine with that. He played with me passionately, kissing me, and pleasuring me. It was amazing, hot, sensual, and he then presented another side to himself to me. We fucked about 3 times in that session. When it was time for him to go back to work, he for the first time kissed me goodbye. Not on the mouth, but on the cheek. Now I know for most this means nothing, but for Mr. Strange, this is a huge gesture as he only associates kissing with sex and does not kiss outside of the act. I remember making note of this as...there will be times when he will only need me as a fuck vessel as this is his nature, but now I can trust that in the end, at some point, he will deliver what I need...so just be patient.

After this point, we started doing more things together...cooking, playing video games and spending more time together. This was amazing for me..because I enjoy his company even when we are not talking. We both get behind our laptops for hours and just are. I could feel something stirring inside that I had not felt with someone in a long time. I tried for some time to do as he does and just deny it...ignore it and it will go away. But, in my denial I think it still fed energy...energy that I was not yet ready to handle. The time had come and Mr. Strange had made a date with this girl from the 3way. The night before he came to me and we fucked all night and then again in the morning. He stayed with me into the afternoon until it was time for him to go to his place and prepare for his date. While he was with me, we compiled a music playlist for the evening and talked about it. I was really enthusiastic about it for him. I knew he needed to have sex with someone else, I know and understand the excitement!

He went home and I went out with a girlfriend. His date was at 10pm that night and I was completely fine with it, until 10pm arrived. The entire night I felt sick in my stomach and this feeling lasted until I heard from him the next day. The minute he texted me..this sick feeling went away and I was fine. He told me about the evening and I loved hearing about it, I loved hearing his enthusiasm. He came over again that night unexpectedly and stayed the entire weekend with me. I found this to be peculiar in a way...he never stayed with me for so long before and it was really great. I had my best friend with me and my lover. We did not have much sex really..I was on my period and he hates blood, so he and I had anal sex a few time and the boy had at least 5 BJs in a day. We played a game...every time I wanted to smoke a cigarette, I would suck him off. It was fun! We played on the computer and wrote ads for another 3way, also ads to find him more women to sleep with....again I am fine with it. He was holding true to his promise to not forget about me.

He also had sound recorded his evening with this girl and I sat beside him and listened to it. It was so fucking hot. I loved to listen to her getting off from him. I loved hearing his body slap against hers, hearing her moan, and hearing her wetness sloshing all over. There was a point were he was fingering her and playing with her pussy and I could hear her at the point of multiple orgasm and she was squirting all over the place and he stopped and ask, do you want me to stop!!!!!!!!!!! ARGGGGGGG I threw the headset aside and had to go walk into the other room and smoke. I came back and told him how hot it was and that I felt like I was right there with her and then to hear your voice in that moment turned me on so much, but frustrated me because even I did not want you to stop! Fuck no don't stop!! So he and I had anal again and it was lovely. I told him that I loved his cock and he said....he loves you too...sex with you is fun!

The next week he had another date with her and after the date he was in a weird mood. He became mister negative and  and distant. He was bothered by the lack of responses to the ads and perhaps feeling incapable to satisfy me and I think he felt he was only desired by me and this is only because I am biased. Or feeling guilty for wanting to be with other women so much. I know his sex, I understand his nature and I respect it. He is addicted to sex and he succumbs every time to the desire to feed...I very much do the same thing. Although he does not like ot admit it, in his animalistic way, he does seek the temporary feeling of love in his encounters, because he does not know how to show it or really feel it outside that moment. For me, I refuse to feel it outside that moment, because it only brings me heartache.

Throughout the entire week he was in a very dark place and all I wanted to do was make him feel happy, desired, and appreciated. In actuality, it is what I needed to feel. I realized after he left that weekend, how much I have developed more than friends feelings. That it was definitely something deeper for me. In a way, for him to want to be with me so much, I thought he was feeling it too. Silly analytical me, I kept thinking about it. I could not get him off of my mind. I was happy when I though of him, I was turned on when I thought of him....but I was not comfortable having these feeling for him. I did not want anything to change between us..but it was happening whether I wanted them to or not. When I was with clients, I was thinking of him....not good. I decided to go out on a date with a man, just for myself to try and rid myself of these feelings for him...behold the asshole from "prove me wrong". That backfired, because it just reenforced how happy I was that Mr. Strange was in my life. But that I hated having these feelings for a single person. A person who has yes, been the most steady thing...a very close thing to me in a world of nothing stable and steady. He has been there....this was not good. It was not good, because I am not in a place to care for someone so much, nor can I care for someone so much, who I know in the end is completely incapable of giving me what I need. At least on this level. Mr. Strange is wonderful..so long as there is no emotion...as it was is the only way.

I went out the next night and met another friend and he and I ended up sleeping together and it was great! But I was also faced with the feeling...I want that with Mr. Strange. I told him I had slept with another man and he asked if it was good. I said it was great, he played with my pussy and made me cum and that was what I needed. He made no further inquiry. Then he told me he had sex again with this girl from the 3way. I was fine with it and wanted to hear about it. It makes me feel good that we can talk this way. But I think he did not get exactly what he was wanting from this last encounter and as it turns out, I do not think she has contacted him since....but not sure. If she hasn't, I think it disturbs him and feeds his negativity and self hatred. I hate to see this. Because to me he is lovely. Even in his strangeness....especially in his strangeness.

We decided to do brunch on Easter weekend...he was still in a shitty mood. he got better once we started cooking together and ate. When we were done eating we went to the room and I bent over my laptop and he walked in and said stay there. I could hear him remove his belt and undo his pants. Although I could not see it, I could feel his salute from behind. He ripped the belt away from his pants, lifted my dress and began to slap my ass with the belt. Harder and harder..the more I squirmed and fought, the more he got pleasure and went harder. He tried shoving his cock in my mouth and I rejected him. there was a part of me that did not want to have sex with him, but then the part of me that is weak because I desire him so. After some playful struggle he entered my mouth and I could not get enough. His cock is so beautiful as is the man behind it. He reached for the condom, tied my legs and arms together with the belt and started fucking me. Face to face he kissed me and then fucked me harder making eye contact with me. He felt so good inside me...it had been forever since he was inside my pussy and as I could feel him succumb I did as well.

Afterwards I made him lay down on his stomach and started to massage him. He was so tense in his back, I don't think he knew how tense he was. He had so many knots and with each press and fold he was moaning. He then returned the favor and I needed it as well...my back was sore from this client who spent 2 hours pounding my ass and holding me down by my lower back. He stayed the night with me and the next day I had to get up early to go out to Mahlsdorf to spend Easter with the family. I left him asleep in my bed and told him he could stay as long as he liked. At 5 i set out to return and texted him. He was still in my bed and had not left. I was shocked and very happy to know he was still there...that he would still be there in my room when I entered. When I came home, he looked so content and happy to see me. He was playful, cheery, and responsive to me touching him.


We then spent the day and night together. He was open to my touches and attention, but still a bit distant...I was still in this weird place debating my feelings as I did not clearly understand the ups and downs in his behavior. I was supposed to meet a guy that night, but as I looked at Mr. Strange sitting at my desk...I realized I really only wanted to be with him. I hated this feeling and became a bit emotional. I went to the other room to smoke and cried a little to myself. I pulled myself together and returned to the room. He asked why I looked so sad. I said, I am supposed to go and meet someone, but I would rather you stay here with me. I want to be with you. Mr. Strange all of a sudden became a bit anxious and panicked. he said he would stay with me, but for then he needed to go somewhere and get out of the room. I agreed we should go for a walk. As I prepared he started pacing the room...back and forth, back and forth. My God I thought, why is this so hard for him?

We went for a walk and he held his arm out to me to hold the entire way. We talked and walked and I think he calmed a bit...although he was paranoid that we would get mugged. He told me if he stayed, that there would be no sex, that he didn't want it. i was ok with that, as being with him made me happy. We went to the house and played some video games together and I told him I wanted to play paintball. We searched places to play, then equipment to buy....I got tired and passed out beside him. He stayed awake for some time after and when he came to bed he started touching me. he pulled off my pants and grabbed a condom and said ride me. So i started to ride him and I came over and over, but as I looked at him, i saw he was looking away, he was not reacting and there was a total disconnect. I said, look at me...I want to hear and feel you are wanting this and liking this. He said, this is what I want right now...if you don't like it then we will stop. I  climbed off for a moment and then got back on....i should not have done this, but I wanted not to go to sleep upset. Finally after some time he bent me over and came.

We went to sleep and I thought, for sure this is the end. he really is trying his hardest not to feel something for me and he is stubborn enough in his convictions to convince himself he no longer desires me. Anything I do from this point on will only perpetuate this feeling. So I rolled over and went to sleep. Then in the middle of the night I felt his arm over me and pull me to him...every turn throughout the night he and I were locked together with his arms around me. This is all that I needed, I remember thinking. Then I said to myself, I will wake up, shower, and then crawl back into bed and wake him up with my lips and mouth on his cock. When i woke up, I was still held by him. I stayed there as long as I could, because that feeling made me so happy. Then I got up and started on with my plan. When I returned to the room, he was already awake and on the computer in bed. I went to touch him and put his cock in my mouth and he said, sorry its a no go...he is not hard. I said, well I could make him hard! He said no, not today.

Suddenly my mood changed and I had felt so confused and clear about my feelings at the same time. I sat him down and said I needed to talk to him. I needed to tell him how I was feeling, because he is my friend first and foremost. I tried to tell him that I was developing deeper feelings for him, but that I was not comfortable with the feelings I was having. That I did not want to feel this way but they are there. I guess I wanted affirmation that he too was feeling more for me, but that he did not want to feel more either. Maybe we could come up with a solution...I honestly do not know what I was thinking....the worst time ever to say something now that I look back on it. The conversation did not go well and he got very tense and as he was leaving I did not want it to be a bad farewell, but he pushed me a way, and actually left running. And as I called his name in the courtyard...he didn't look back.

I know in my heart he wants nothing to do with hurting me. I know for a fact he cares about me. And that should be enough. But for me, having the worst luck in the world really connecting with people, being rejected time and time again, it hurts more than anything coming from someone that I care so much about. Someone that I know beyond what we have had over the last 5 months, could never survive any other way. We can only ever be fuck friends and no matter if both of us want more...it would never work, because we are both so similar in knowing what we need and desire and knowing how we operate, that in the end we would both be disappointed. He has not the capacity to love me the way I need to be loved...he and I both know this. And the thing is....right now i do not have the capacity to let love in and it does not matter how much I may crave, long, and desire it....I am not capable myself.

In my mind, I would just like to go back to the way it was. Him being a friend and someone we both could call up for sex and have our temporary fill of whatever and then go on about our business. For the time being...this is not possible. But who knows, maybe once I have gotten past this emotional outburst and he can get out of his dark place, we can talk and see if we can salvage what we have and get a good understanding to reset the foundations. I do not like the idea at all not having him in my life, I do not like the idea of seeking another lover either. But maybe it is time.

I find it so ironic that most people have insecurities about sharing there partners. Our 3way was so beautiful and intense. For the time after it really brought us closer, but in the end that closeness is what pushed us further away from each other.


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My Mr. Strange is a sensual man after all! We were so happy with the result of our 3some, we were eager to try it again. So, he placed for us on craigslist!



Me (m, 25) and my friend (f, 33) recently had the first encounter with another women and it was an elevating experience.

I would like to watch her kiss, fondle, bite, lick and touch another girl again who returns her the favors. I would like to watch two angels move in an animalic dance cherishing Eros.

You would be to define my role, although the least I ask for is that I am allowed to sit in the room and watch.

We will reply to emails together and look forward to your picture and fantasy.

Kisses

In an effort to better understand Mr. Strange’s inner mind workings, I decided to respond to the ad as Monika, a very innocent girl visiting Berlin from Kentucky.



Monika: Hello,


Your experience before also sounds nice. Elevating is a very interesting way of describing an experience like this. Was it spiritual or what do you mean by this? Oh, and feel free to ask me just as many questions! Are you both German, Americans? What motivates you to have this experience and sharing her?

Monika


Us: Hello Monika,
I'm glad you wrote in spite of being nervous. :) Aimmee, who is from the States, and I, living in Berlin for most of my life, have been having sharing pleasures for a few months and both of us were fantasizing of bringing another playeress into our games.

Aimmee has more experience than I and was with women many times.

By elevating I mean that I was as relaxed as I have never been. It was a constant stream of pleasure, because all three of us would even out the energy in the room. When the first of us would become slower or more passive towards the second, the third would adopt to what the second's needs are... 

Aimmee and I love seeing each other in pleasure, and with another playeress we had much more chance to watch, which catalyzed our enjoyment. I believe the girl we were with felt the same way.

We both think you look and sound cute. :) And we would love to hear more about what you would like to experience. Have you ever kissed a girl? What brings you here and how long will you stay?

You are welcome to ask more questions and I agree that we first should get comfortable by chatting a bit.

Kisses


Us: Hello Monika,
I was just replying to an ad of mine and remembered that I haven't heard back from you.

You owe nothing and it's completely fair and well to just stop writing when something is wrong with strangers on the internet but if you feel like talking what doubts you had, I would be curious to read them.

They don't have to make sense and I will not start trying to convincing you (I hate that). As I said: just curious. :)

Cheers


Monika: Hello,

I am so sorry for the late response. It was really nice to hear your reply, I had just been really busy over the weekend. i did not want to leave you hanging, but strangely enough I met someone over the weekend and well, I think that with my nerves, I will not at this point be up for trying this. I will see where things go with this guy, and maybe if well, I will try it with him.

Sounds like your experience took you to a higher plain and I think that that is what it is all about. I think you are both lucky to have such a good relation to experience your sex this way. i can only hope I find this too! I am sorry if I let you down, but I wish you the best.

Monika



Us: Hi Monika,
It was sweet of you to write to us. I'm glad you found someone of interest. Best of luck (at the same time keep it real) and I hope the nerves thing  will be healed by the more and more present sun.

If you feel like perhaps trying something new with either one or both of us, feel free to write and talk about it. I will hang on to this email address for a while. :)


Cheers & all the best



A few weeks later, Mr. Strange was getting restless and wrote Monika again: Just a small reminder ^^



Monika: Thanks for the reminder. I know it has been a while since you sent this message. Things are going very well with the guy I met. We are enjoying the time we have together very much and taking every opportunity to learn each other. This is exactly what I was hoping for. It is funny how things happen. Had I not been open to it, I would not have found him. He is only here in Berlin through the summer and we plan to make the most of our time....we will see at the end of that time, if I am less nervous. I can feel myself growing more and more sexually open and taking in the experience as much as I can. Should I be available at the end of this affair, if there is an end...I will think of you and your friend. I felt through your communication that you both have something very special and connected and deeper than what most of the other people who post on Craigslist and for this reason, I feel the experience with you both would be amazing. My guy, Joseph and I are busy exploring ourselves at the moment and we have not been able to consider bringing another in to bed with us, although I am still very curious.  I hope you both are doing well and enjoying your time together as well and also experiencing as much as you can together as I am sure you are.                            



Monika



Us: Hello Monika,

Excuse the expression but you sound so fucking cute. :D

When curiosity gets the best of you, we'll be there for you. ;)


Cheers

The point behind doing this was to build his confidence up. When people did not respond to his ads, he would get angsty and depressed. His hope would rise and he would be excited, but then come crashing down again. I wanted him to be high and happy and feel desired elsewhere and not be totally dependent on me for sex. I know this would drive him away. I also, wanted to know he felt something for me too. I was beginning to see more in him than I had anticipated, but I just wanted to go with it.



f² + Mr. Strange = Shit!

Things between Mr. Strange and I were going really well after our 3way. In fact, it appeared to me, that different feelings....closer feelings were developing on both sides. The intensity of connection, at least for me grew stronger and faster. I think it started to affect Mr. Strange too. But the way we both deal with emotions is very different, while I analyze mine and address them, he tends to stuff them away and deny them, then he reacts impulsively in any way to distance himself from those feelings.

After our very hot 3way our communication with each other opened up, our sex in many ways became more intimate and our desire to do it again became very intense. We placed ads to find another woman to join us. He had asked me if we could do it again with the same girl, but I quite liked doing it with a stranger. He then asked if I would mind if he slept with her alone. I had no problem with this, in fact, I encouraged it. In my way of thinking is, I have sex with many men for my work and I also enjoy the freedom of sleeping with other men on my own, when and if I desire it. Why should he not have the same freedoms...after all, we are not in a relationship! But, saying even if we were, I would have no problem with it either. I think when you care for someone so much you want to see them happy and completely fulfilled. This is especially important to me because, I know when you have feelings for someone the natural tendency is to develop expectations in the other person. I find it virtually impossible to deny these expectations and therefore, I believe, it is impossible for a single person to live up to all these expectations we have of the other person. It makes sense to be open and have experiences and fulfill desires with another person as well. For me, it limits the expectations set on one single being...do as you want, safely, with fun, and with open communication...so long as you do not forget about me and hold me above all others.

After discussing him sleeping with her alone....he decided himself it would not be a good idea only because she had a connection to me. The thing is about Mr. Strange, he is caring and does think about these things and I find it very endearing. It is a way to show me his character and this is what I love so much about him. I reassured him it was ok, that I found no connection to be had that should keep him from pursuing her. But he held true to his thoughts....for a while. Then he came to me after some time searching for another partner with no luck and said, "I am sorry I lied, I asked her to join me alone and she accepted". I told him simply, that he had not lied and there was nothing to be sorry for. His intentions were made clear to me...that he showed his respect and concern for me, but that he had changed his mind and really needed to have sex with someone else besides me. He then promised he would not forget about me.

A week or so after our 3way, we had had sex, but it was purely animalistic sex and without any connection. I was still in the mode of being connected, so in a way I was not the usual willing participant in his desires. He for sure felt this, but did not say anything. Again he wanted to have sex later that night and I of course would not deny the man I desire so much. But when he put on the porn to watch as he was fucking me....again total disconnect. I was just his fuck toy in this moment and that did not feel good to me. I stopped him in the midst of it and asked him to kiss me. He stopped for a moment and said, “give me a minute”....then he kissed me. It was not the greatest, but I appreciated his attempt. We finished our mechanical and animalistic sex and needless to say, the next hours and into the next morning were not our finest. He knew what I wanted and he knew what he wanted and they were very much on two different ends of the spectrum of desire. I know he felt horrible inside that he could not give me what I wanted.

I left and went home...yes we did part on good terms...as we are first and foremost friends and do other things together than fuck! I few days later I texted him and said, I was terribly horny and he answered, that he would be by in a half hour! I love this feature about him, my friend, my lover….. He showed up and as usual he was standing at attention as he dropped trau before me! I told him I could not be rough this time, because I had several clients for the weekend and I did not want to be bruised up. He was fine with that. He played with me passionately, kissing me, and pleasuring me. It was amazing, hot, sensual, and in this moment he presented another side to himself to me. We fucked about 3 times in that session. When it was time for him to go back to work, he for the first time kissed me goodbye. Not on the mouth, but on the cheek. Now I know for most this means nothing, but for Mr. Strange, this is a huge gesture as he only associates kissing with sex and does not kiss outside of the act of sex. I remember making note of this as...there will be times when he will only need me as a fuck vessel as this is his nature, but now I can trust that in the end, at some point, he will deliver what I need...so just need to be patient.

After this point, we started doing more things together...cooking, walking, going out, playing video games and him spending more time with me at my house. This was amazing for me, because I enjoy his company even when we are not talking. We both get behind our laptops for hours and just are. I could feel something stirring inside that I had not felt with someone in a long time. I tried for some time to do as he does and just deny it, ignore it and it will go away. But, in my denial I think it still fed the energy, energy that I was not yet ready to handle. The time had come and Mr. Strange had made a date with this girl from the 3way. The night before the date, he came to me and we fucked all night and then again in the morning. He stayed with me into the afternoon until it was time for him to go to his place and prepare for his time with the other woman. While he was with me, we compiled a music playlist for the evening and talked about it. I was really enthusiastic about it for him. I knew he needed to have sex with someone else besides me, I knew and understood the excitement!

He went home and I went out with a girlfriend. His date was at 10pm that night and I was completely fine with it, until 10pm arrived. The entire night from that point on, I felt sick in my stomach and this feeling lasted up until I heard from him the next day. The minute he texted me, this sick feeling went away and I was fine. He told me about the evening and I loved hearing about it, I loved hearing his enthusiasm. He came over again that night unexpectedly and stayed the entire weekend with me. I found this to be peculiar in a way...he never stayed with me for so long before. It was on one hand great and I loved it, but at the same time I was uneasy with it. I had my best friend with me and my lover, although we really did not have much sex. I was on my period and he absolutely hates blood, so he and I had anal sex a few time and the boy had at least 5 BJs in a day. We played a game...every time I wanted to smoke a cigarette, I would suck him off. It was fun! We played on the computer and wrote ads for another 3way, also ads to find him more women to sleep with....seriously, I am fine with it. He was holding true to his promise to not forget about me.

During our time together, he revelaed to me he had also sound recorded his evening with this girl. We sat together and listened to it. It was so fucking hot. I loved to listen to her getting off from him. I loved hearing their bodies slap, hearing her moan, and hearing her wetness sloshing all over. There was a point where he was fingering her and playing with her pussy and I could hear her at the point of multiple orgasm; she was squirting all over the place and then he stopped and asked her, do you want me to stop!!!!!!!!!!! ARGGGGGGG I threw the headset aside and had to go walk into the other room and smoke. I came back and told him how hot it was to be listening to all of this; I felt like I was right there with her; to hear your voice in that moment turned me on so much, but frustrated me beyond fucking belief, because even I did not want you to stop in that moment! Fuck no don't stop!! In my excitement of the moment, he bent me over and fucked my ass again... and I loved it! I told him that I loved his cock and he replied....”he loves you too...sex with you is fun!”

The next week he had another date with her and after the date he was in a weird mood. He became mister negative and extremely distant and introverted. He was bothered by the lack of responses to the ads and perhaps feeling incapable to satisfy me and I think he felt he was only desired by me and this is only because I am biased. I think he was also beginning to feel too close to me, way too close for what he wanted. Or feeling guilty for wanting to be with other women so much. I know his sex, I understand his nature and I respect it. He is addicted to sex and he succumbs every time to the desire to feed...I very much do the same thing. Although he does not like to admit it, although in his animalistic way, he does seek the temporary feeling of love in his encounters, because he does not know how to show it or really feel it outside that moment. For me, I refuse to feel it outside that moment, because it only brings me heartache.

Throughout the entire week he was in a very dark place and all I wanted to do was make him feel happy, desired, and appreciated. In actuality, it is what I needed to feel. I realized after he left that weekend, how much I have developed, “more than friends” feelings towards him. That it was definitely something deeper for me at least. In a way, for him to want to be with me so much, I thought he was feeling it too. Silly analytical me, I kept thinking about it. I could not get him off of my mind. I was happy when I thought of him, I was turned on when I thought of him....but I was not comfortable having “these” feeling for him. I did not want anything to change between us, but it was happening whether I wanted them to or not. When I was with clients, I was thinking of him....this for sure was not good. I decided to go out on a date with a man, just for myself to try and rid myself of these feelings for Mr. Strange...behold the asshole from "prove me wrong". That backfired, because it just reinforced how happy I was that Mr. Strange was in my life. But still, nonetheless, I hated having these feelings for a single person. A person who has yes, been the most steady thing...a very close thing to me in a world of nothing stable and steady. He has been there, yes! But something was not settling right within me about this. I knew as much as I appreciated him for him, “him” was good enough as lovers, but in a relationship, “him” was not enough for me. He was too emotionally closed off, usually in a negative place, just not right for me. It was not good, especially because I am not in a place to care for someone so much, nor can I care for someone so much, who I know in the end is completely incapable of giving me what I need. At least on this level, as lovers, Mr. Strange is wonderful, so long as there is no emotion involved...as it was is the only way it could be.

I went out the next night and met another friend and he and I ended up sleeping together and it was great! But I was also faced with the feeling...I want that with Mr. Strange. I told him I had slept with another man and he asked if it was good. I said, it was great, he played with my pussy and made me cum and that was what I needed. He made no further inquiry. Then he told me he had sex again with this girl from the 3way. I was fine with it and wanted to hear about it. It makes me feel good that we can talk this way. But I think he did not get exactly what he was wanting from this last encounter and as it turns out, neither did she, as she decided to no longer meet with him. I think it it really disturbs him and feeds his negativity and self-hatred. I hate to see this, because to me he is lovely. Even in his strangeness....especially in his strangeness.

We decided to do brunch on Easter weekend...he was still in a shitty mood. He started to resemble something human again once we started cooking together and ate. When we were done eating we went to the bedroom and I bent over my laptop and he walked in and said stay there. I could hear him remove his belt and undo his pants. Although I could only see him from the corner of my eye, as I looked back at him curiously.  I could feel the energy of his salute radiating from behind. He ripped the belt away from his pants, lifted my dress and began to slap my ass with the belt. Harder and harder, and .the more I squirmed and resisted, the more he got pleasure and went harder. He tried shoving his cock in my mouth and I rejected him. With all the questionable emotion I was feeling, there was a part of me that did not want to have sex with him, but then the part of me that is weak because I desire him so, gave into his desire. After some playful struggle he entered my mouth and I could not get enough. His cock was so beautiful as is the man behind it. He reached for the condom, tied my legs and arms together with the belt and started fucking me. Face to face he kissed me and then fucked me harder making eye contact with me. He felt so good inside me...it had been forever since he was inside my pussy between having my period and him having his depression, it felt great to succumb to each other and cum in unison once again.

Afterwards I made him lay down on his stomach and started to massage him. He was so tense in his back. He was full of knots and I don't think he knew how tense he was, until he felt my kneading. He had so many knots and with each press and fold he was moaning. After I worked through his back, he decided then to return the favor. God, I needed it as well...my back was sore from this client who spent 2 hours pounding my ass and holding me down by my lower back. It was a the Saturday night before Easter and the next day I had to get up early to go out to Mahlsdorf to spend the holiday with the family. I left him asleep in my bed and told him he could stay as long as he liked. At 5pm I set out to return home. Along the way, I texted him asking if had left and if he needed anything. He responded to me saying, he was still in bed and had not moved, not even to piss. He also reminded me that it was Easter Sunday and nothing would be open, even if he did want something. He was still in my bed and had not left, I thought. I was shocked and somewhat taken aback to know he was still there...that he would still be there in my room when I entered. This was something completely new. Was he feeling something towards me too?

When I came home, he looked so content and happy to see me. He was playful, cheery, and responsive to me touching him. We then spent the remainder of the day and night together. He was open to my touches and attention, yet still a bit distant...I was still in this weird place debating my feelings in my head, as I did not clearly understand the ups and downs in his behavior. I was supposed to meet someone privately that night, but as I looked at Mr. Strange sitting at my desk...I realized I really only wanted to be with him. I hated this feeling and became a bit emotional. I went to the other room to smoke and cried a little to myself. I pulled myself together and returned to the room. He asked why I looked so sad. I said, “I am supposed to go and meet someone, but I would rather you stay here with me. I want to be with you.” Mr. Strange all of a sudden became a bit anxious and panicked and started pacing back and forth across my floor. He said he would stay with me, but for then he needed to go somewhere and get out of the room. I agreed we should go for a walk. As I prepared he continued pacing the room...back and forth, back and forth. My God I thought why is this so hard for him?

We went for a walk and he held his arm out to me to hold the entire way. We walked and talked and I think he calmed down a bit...although he was paranoid that we would get mugged. He told me if he stayed, that there would be no sex, that he didn't want it. I was a little concerned about why, but I was ok with that, as just being with him would make me happy. We went to the house and played some video games together and I asked him if he ever wanted to go and play paintball? I have wanted to play paintball for ages and knew none of my tranny friends would be interested. We searched places to play, and then for equipment to buy for my birthday that was coming up....I eventually got tired and passed out beside him. He stayed awake for some time after and when he finally came to bed he started touching me. He pulled off my pants and grabbed a condom and said ride me. Reluctantly, I started to ride him, but as I looked at him, I saw he was looking away, he was not reacting and there was a total disconnect. I said, look at me...I want to hear and feel you that you are wanting this and liking this. He said, this is what I want right now...if you don't like it then we will stop. I climbed off for a moment and looked at him. I wanted him, he wanted me, I thought, but this is not how I want it to be, but I wanted him to try and connect with me again, and if this was what it would take, by God, I would do it. So I mounted him again, but I knew I should not have done this. Finally after some time he bent me over and came. I felt so fucking empty, empty like I had not felt since after Mio left me.


We went to sleep and I thought, for sure this is the end. He really is trying his hardest not to feel something for me and he is stubborn enough in his convictions to convince himself he no longer desires me. Anything I do from this point on will only perpetuate this feeling. So I rolled over and went to sleep. Then in the middle of the night I felt his arm over me and pull me to him...every turn throughout the night he and I were locked together with his arms around me. This is all that I needed, I remember thinking. Then I said to myself, I will wake up, shower, and then crawl back into bed and wake him up with my lips and mouth on his cock. When I woke up, I was still locked in his arms. I stayed there as long as I could, because that feeling made me so happy. I finally got up and began to execute my plan. When I returned to the room from my shower, he was already awake and on the computer in bed. I went to touch him and put his cock in my mouth and he said, “sorry this morning it is a no go...he is not hard.” I said, “well I could make him hard!” He said, “no, not today.”


Suddenly, my mood changed and I had felt so utterly confused and yet completely clear about my feelings all at the same time. I sat him down and said I needed to talk to him. I needed to tell him how I was feeling, because he is my friend first and foremost. I tried to tell him that I was developing deeper feelings for him, but that I was not comfortable with the feelings I was having and that I did not want to feel this way for him, but the feelings were already there. I guess I wanted affirmation that he too was feeling more for me, but that he did not want to feel more either. Maybe we could come up with a solution...I honestly do not know what I was thinking. It was tthe worst time ever to say something now about it, now that I look back on it. The conversation did not go well between us and he got very tense. He said nothing…nothing at all. He just got up, put his clothes on and began to leave. I did not want our goodbye to be bad, so I reached out to give him a hug goodbye, but he pushed me a way, and actually left running. And as I called his name in the courtyard...he didn't even look back.


I know in my heart he wants nothing to do with hurting me. I know for a fact he cares about me. And that should be enough. But for me, having the worst luck in the world really connecting with people, being rejected time and time again, it hurts more than anything coming from someone that I care so much about. I knew what we had over the last 5 months, could never survive any other way or even at all, now. We can only ever be fuck friends and no matter if both of us want more...it would never work, because we are both so similar in knowing what we need and desire and knowing how we operate, that in the end we would both be disappointed. He has not the capacity to love me the way I need to be loved...he and I both know this. And the thing is....right now I do not have the capacity to let love in and it does not matter how much I may crave, long, and desire it....I am not capable myself.


In my mind, I would just like to go back to the way it was. Him being a friend and someone we both could call up for sex and have our temporary fill of whatever and then go on about our business. For the time being...this is not possible. But who knows, maybe once I have gotten past this emotional outburst and he can get out of his dark place, we can talk and see if we can salvage what we have and get a good understanding to reset the foundations. I do not like the idea at all of not having him in my life, I do not like the idea of seeking another lover either. But maybe it is time.


I find it so ironic that most people have insecurities about sharing their partners. Our 3way was so beautiful and intense. For the time after it really brought us closer, but in the end that closeness is what pushed us further away from each other.



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