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One Of My Own

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: solotouchme Posted on: 02 Nov 2003 1 comments
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This is an experience I shared over the summer with two women, where I got to be their lovemaking assistant for the afternoon.

I was contacted a few months ago by a friend who had become lovers with a female friend. They were both women in their 40s, and was recruited to be what you might call their lovemaking assistant. They knew that I'd had quite a bit of experience being in erotic situations with two women and also that I'd done quite a few workshops that could qualify for sexual healnig processes.

They chose the right person; this kind of experience is what I consider to be one of the deepest and most necessary kinds of growth work, and the most pleasurable.

They arranged to meet in their suite in this rather nice hotel in downtown Seattle. One of the women was named Ari, who was older than the other, named Chee. I had met Chee during some international travels a few years earlier.

I arrived in their suite and we talked for a long time; they had a tray from room service with fruit and coffee and so forth. (I had stayed over in the same hotel, not wanting to travel in from my rural community the same day.) Slowly we relaxed and got the feel for one another. I got the sense of what they were experiencing in life and through one another, taking in the basic picture of Ari's life and relationship situation since I had not met her before.

After a while, they could not keep their hands off of one another and so they moved to the bed. They stripped one another and Chee basically took over, going down on Ari with this incredible passion and desire (which had apparently been going on through the prior evening and into the current day). I watched from a chair near the bed, and eventually joined them on the bed, and undressed.

Most of what I did that day was hold Ari as she was receiving the erotic ministrations of her lover. I was free to talk to them, comment, ask questions and make requests. I watched and whispered with Ari, and breathed with her, holding her small body in my arms.

My role in a sense was to comfort Ari as she was receiving her pleasure, something that they said in the discussion was very hard for her - to stay in her body and in her feelings as she received, this as a result of rape experiences earlier in life that were preventing her from really experiencing being present for her sexual pleasure. She would kind of flee. My job was to keep her focussed on what was happening, which was playful and easy and kind of kinky. We could, for example, talk about how beautiful it was that Chee was sucking her cunt; I could ask her to open her eyes and look at me while this happened; anything to keep her grounded. What beautiful fun.

I was curious about something that felt a little daring but in the spirit of the moment -- I asked Chee to lick out Ari's ass. I wanted to feel Ari's reaction in my arms and see her face. She did this and it was really amazing to see and feel and acknowledge.

Sex is hotter for being more openly acknowledged, and there is nothing like a witness to help with this, a party who observes, who loves and who is emotionally unattached, not really a participant but an active acknowledger. (It was also helpful to them that I was a man, since both of the women were predominantly heterosexual and really like male erotic presence.)

So, I held Ari as Chee went onward pleasuring her, and licked her vulva some more. This went on for a long time. Meanwhile I was free to play with Ari's breasts, hold her hands, suck her nipples, kiss her, talk to her, remind her what was happening, and so on. Chee revealed her softness and her displayed her thirst and evermore openly allowed me to feel her enjoyment and her joy of giving, sometimes looking into my eyes as she licked her lover's cunt out deeply.

I made another special request when they had slowed down, before the afternoon was done. I requested that they get into fork position, that is, laying with their legs intertwined like two forks pressed into one another with the tines pointing in at the tines, and their vulvas pressed against one another's lips to lips, and asked them to masturbate on one another this way. Holding hands and pulling themselves toward the other. I got to see women do this for the first time. Mmmmh.

They eased into one another's arms eventually and lay still.

I was very much needing to let myself go, my cock hard and tense, naked with these two deeply satisfied woman, and I knew I would be welcomed if I were to masturbate in front them.

I wanted to be ass-fucked so I got what I need do and first squatted down onto a dildo and filled my core and stretched my ass out. What pleasure in showing them this. One thing I'm fully aware of as a man who has spent a wholesome amount of time with women making love is that what two women can experience together is a very different experience than a man can have with a woman.

Yet I can really take in that energy of their sharing and let it guide me to go to deep and open places within myself.

So I masturbated. Very openly. With great pleasure, with two beautiful, gentle nude women who I had watched in their ecstasy all afternoon watching me do so. I looked at their eyes and their faces and their breasts and bellies as I did this, gazing at them as they became live, resonant art.

They watched me and I looked and moaned.

It was soon my time to orgasm and, slowly surrendering to my desire and then going into freefall, I came in ripples and breathy moans with my face feeling so exposed, and spilled my semen with my eyes open. I wanted them to see my face as I came, but what I really wanted was for them to see my eyes.

Orgasm pulsed around my core, where I was fucked, and I let go and made eye connection with Chee, looking at her soft, gently weathered, familiar and soulful face as I came into myself and out of myself.

My semen was plentiful, pooled in my hand, and now I put it in my mouth. I held it there. Warm. Thick. Indescribable taste and feeling of existing right then.

Then, looked at their faces, and did what the whole day's pleasure had called me to do -- open my mouth and hold it open and look at them ... with my heart quivering from vulnerability ... and cords of semen in my mouth and dripping onto my lips. The expression in their faces was such compassionate love.

They were holding one another lightly.

My wet face was cool as I swallowed and closed my eyes, in an offering of self-acceptance gifted to myself and these women who I know, since I know them, are working just as deeply to love and understand themselves as I am myself. We are not just equal; more like the same, and that is why I can open myself up to them so fully as we exchange acceptance that is truly erotic healing.