I’m in a pickle of a jam. A sticky wicket, as they would say if I lived across the Atlantic pond. How am I to extract myself from it? The angels know, and aren’t in any mood to tell me any time soon!
For the sake of protecting the innocent, I shall remain as anonymous as usual, but add an extra layer of vagueness to guarantee that I don’t reveal the identities of the parties involved. It is one of my more murky scenarios as far as sexuality goes.
I honestly accept my fate. Why? Because this is one of the best lovers of my life. Physically, spiritually, emotionally, and socially—this person takes me to places few people on the planet have ever taken my soul. We shine and glow when we get together alone. It’s joy like I’ve rarely known.
It’s been poly magic for almost a year or so, and I’m so elated and overjoyed by her. She even met one of my most profound partners in porn and life and became friends with them apart from my own connection. It was so special.
But things changed recently, just enough into the grey area, that I don’t know what’s gonna happen next. She met someone who wants her to be monogamous. She likes him, but she knows we have something superb and sacred, and we want to feel it for life. We know it, we say it, we live it, and we believe it.
This other person doesn’t know about me. I don’t want to mess it up for him, but I also don’t want to stop seeing my amour. The last time I saw her and love was made, I felt a way about it—my body was in heaven, but my heart was in purgatory.
Two poly people, one monogamous person, and three people in love. I’m not sure what I can do to make everyone happy in this situation. What would you do?