When we first started talking about playing with other people at the Lounge it was suppose to be all about ♀ and her pleasure. I wanted to see her with other men. She liked the idea. It was all good.  Mostly.

The thing is, I love to see ♀ with other men, but I prefer the company of women. In the sexually charged, social environment of the Lounge it’s women who I want to interact with. They come in so many different shapes and sizes, they smell nice, they feel nice, they wear pretty things. I love the flirt and the tease. I want to touch and give pleasure to women and even though I don’t want the same things from women as ♀ wants from men (actual sex), it’s become an issue.

As a sissy, I don’t expect or even want the same rules to apply to both of us. I understand that seeing me interact with women in a sexy way doesn’t thrill ♀ the way seeing her with men thrills me. In fact, she finds it upsetting. We’ve had a challenging time finding the balance of letting me be me and her comfort level.

After the first incident, we agreed on a couple of things. First, my cock is hers. Period. No one is allowed to touch it, lick it, fuck it or do anything else with it without her consent and I’m not allowed to ask her for that consent. The woman involved needs to ask and that leads to the next part of our agreement. ♀ needs to be there so she can join in if she chooses or say ‘stop’ if she needs to.

The next incident happened when I was necking with another woman. ♀ was sitting right there. In fact she had freed one of her boobs for me to play with. My junk was safely tucked inside my panties. It was all good, right? Wrong. One of the many things I love about women is their brains work so differently then men’s, but there are times when it can be frustrating.

 It took us a few days, but eventually we figured out the rules we had in place were fine. The issue was she wasn’t feeling connected with me. She’d had a migraine headache earlier in the day and was still feeling weak and shaky when we got to the Lounge. She felt like she kept having to ask for my attention. Watching me give my attention to someone else when she was feeling disconnected from me was not a good thing.

We’ve been able to have some very sexy times since then (yes, I’ll be blogging about those soon) so I think we’re on the right track.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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   Lovely post, I need a connection in order to feel secure.

   Comment by Kitten — November 15, 2010 @ 11:43 pm

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