The the greatest thing about a having an abundant sex life and healthy poly relationships is living to tell the tales of survival in the battlefield of love! It’s a war going on outside and inside the heart, that no one is safe from. You can run, but you can’t hide forever!
I got a text from a friend in New York that’s in this sex group I’m part of. She says,”I’m getting an AirBnB, you better be free on Wednesday!” So, I makes time to be free on Wednesday. I like sex. She likes sex. We all like sex.
Three people are there: two sexy ladies, and one very young and uninitiated gentleman. He’s not doing a damn thing tonight, I can already tell. But the other two? It’s going down! I am taken into the bedroom, and the fun times start happening within minutes. Life is a grand sexy dream if you find your parallel dreamers, please believe it!
Everything is unfolding nicely, and then another gentleman enters the premises, and takes things up a few notches. Lots of erotic kink is happening, and I’m happy. So happy, that me and a lady friend fall asleep on the couch after having some awesome sex.
Then I wake up to the sound of someone going down on a woman very passsionately. It’s that loud that it wakes us up from sleep. Okay, so Round Six is about to happen! I’ve lost count of how many condoms I’ve used.
I look over at the dude finishing up going down and notice him having sex, like real quick! I don’t see any application of prophylactic, even if I was only seeing silhouettes in the dark at three in the morning! Whoa whoa whoa… has he not been using condoms the whole time? It dawned on me that this was possible, and it kinda shifted the mood for me.
I was using condoms the whole time, but I didn’t hear anyone have the conversation about who was on the pill or who was okay without protection or not. If nobody says anything, I assume everyone will be using condoms, or that the people who aren’t using condoms have unprotected sex already. If it’s neither of these, I don’t know what the hell is going on, because I am always in the first category of people!
I continued having sex, but was a little more aware and cautious of the proceedings, and was that much more informed on who I was involved with, from person to person.
As I finished having fun with the lovely lady from New York, I kissed her softly and called it a night. I then went and cleaned up all my condom wrappers, and went home at six in the morning. Crazy good times, but they coulda been dangerous times.
The lover from out of town is someone who I certainly would always have safe sex with, because I don’t see her often. And with my regular poly lover, I still automatically put on protection. I have too many partners to conduct myself otherwise.
Protection is a small price to pay to sleep peacefully at night, whenever I eventually get to sleep.
Sincerely,
Addi Stewart
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