Orgasm without Touching

Poly Oraltorium

Talk about breaking new ground and raising the bar-of-awesomeness:

Whenever I’m with my poly partner (I’m the secondary partner in a poly relationship) the sex is always better-than-good. It spans a scale from mind-blowing to earth-shattering, and everything in between. I’m never surprised that I’m always surprised (if that makes any sense).

But last weekend’s sexventure was WAY beyond expectation and – as far we were concerned – believability.

We sat side-by-side and logged online to see which of our poly regulars were around, hoping we’d snag some last-minute hookups to join us. No such luck. A two-some it would be. Whatevs. What unfolded (unexpectedly – I assure you she and I never ever planned anything like this) can only be likened to phone-sex-without-the-phone/e-chat-without-the-‘pooter/live-3D sextravaganza. Lemme ‘splain:

Fully-clothed (and remaining so), we just sat on the couch yakking about how shitty it was that a gangbang wasn’t in the cards, and about all the filthy things we wished we could be doing with our poly group that night. The more we talked (and talked and talked), the greater our imaginations intensified (by which I mean the fantasies we dived into were things no one in their right mind would ever consider doing without consequences). We barely even touched. And I can’t stress enough that we had NOT set out to try some tantric sex thingie (we’re just not into that shit; we like to touch). The chat just brought us closer and closer in proximity, until it was delivered bull’s-eye into each other’s ear drums.

The ratio went something like this: 98% chat, 2% touch.  This lasted more than TWO HOURS!!!!!

We never ended up getting undressed, which, despite being miraculous in itself, was poor planning, considering we each came enough to fill a sauce pot (she’s a squirter of Olympic stature; I hadn’t been out in a while, if you catch my drift). Sometimes you just never know how a date is gonna go, do ya.

We’re hardly about make this all-talk-no-touch a routine (have I mentioned we LOVE getting naked…?), but, cripes almighty – with the right partner, is there anything that can’t be done to sky-high perfection?!

Let love rule!

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