Even here in Kyiv, the autumn sunset spills over the city like molten honey, dousing every nook and cranny in its intoxicating hue. рџ’« I’ve always found this hour to be the most conducive to reflections – a transitory block of time coloured neither by the chaos of the day nor the stillness of the night. So, I sit nestled at my window, watching the world outside and allowing my mind to delve into the labyrinth of memories... memories that are beautiful, intense, a little wicked, and utterly mine. рџЌ
It started nearly two years ago, a time when my life was beginning to get painted with the vibrant, poly-chromatic shades of polyamory. Boris and Masha found me online, their interest piqued by some of my more risquГ© blogs on polyamory, teasing, and exhibitionism. A common first response, as we all know, is skepticism, but the chemistry between them was undeniably strong. Our introductory chat soon morphed into something more. The exhilaration interspersed with anxious palpitations matched only by my first rollercoaster ride. Black was the color of the night, рџ–¤ a night teeming with passion, shared desires, and a generosity that transcended the physical. All three elements essential ingredients in the delectable recipe of polyamory.
"I dare you," Boris said, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his eyes. The phrase floated around the room, a sentient entity, teasing us in its playful tone. I raised a surprised eyebrow. This was new, unexpected. A breakaway from our regular viewer favorites routine. He wanted a public showing, a delightful game of exhibition in our favourite bar, вЂThe Underbelly’. Masha, ever the adventurous soul, readily agreed. Sporting a sultry red рџ‘—, her eyes shone with the promise of the thrilling game to be narrated in the pages of our life. The night was a whirlwind of teasing, of shared glances and secret smiles, knowing our little game remained undiscovered by the oblivious patrons around us. рџ’‹ Every lingered touch was a secret. Every sly smirk was a whispered promise echoing in the air, ricocheting off the worn-out bar walls, magnetizing us even more.
The three of us, we pushed boundaries, continuously exploring the depth and width of this fountain of love we had stumbled upon. The exhibitionist game became our favorite, a crowd-favorite too, breaking the monotony of the standard viewer favorites. The thrill of being watched, of being wanted, of letting others experience a sliver of our connection was intoxicating. This openness, this willingness to explore, is why I fell more in love each day. Every encounter was a testament to our love, every new partner a beautiful extension of the same.
The city below glistens under the night sky as my thoughts return to the present moment. I reach for my laptop, to continue sharing our stories and experiences, as I feel an immense sense of pride and gratitude. In the grand tapestry of life, polyamory is just one of many threads, a thread full of love, acceptance and liberating power.💫 The inherent complexity is oft-misunderstood, but in truth, it's as simple as love itself. Many relationships, many hearts, many desires – one constant beating rhythm of love.  |
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