Well, first of all The Fiancé and I got into a little argument and were a bit pissed at each other... then I didn't feel like having sex anyway... and in the end we decided not to bring along any condoms at all. If I would change my mind, I was sure there'd always be some at the place available - it was "that kinda place", afterall.

And some kind of place really was. Small intimate bar, held mostly in red and with dim red lights, and naked greek female statues placed in alcoves all over the place. Despite the kind of place it was, it had a very homey feel to it, so I strolled on off into the back, to check whatever else was hiding back there. There were several separate seating lounges with large screens showing porn movies without it making a sleazy impression at all. Of course there were also several "bedrooms" (meaning rooms that consist of nothing but one huge mattress, a TV running porn, and a large mirror at the side walls), and one small S&M dungeon. The entrance to the place was very discreet, almost inconspicuous, lacking all kinds of flashy lights and announcements of what this place was. There was a doorbell to be rung instead of a door just to be pushed open, and when I saw that I immediately imagined how, after we would ring the doorbell, a small sliding window would quickly open, revealing nothing but a pair of eyes on a sweaty and puffy face, demanding we recite the secret password. I felt dirty just looking at that entrance, and just when I started to think going there may not have been such a good idea afterall, Bud had already pushed the button on the doorbell, and we were let in with a low buzz.

I had a quick flash of how we were entering a bordello, only I was the whore, and I wasn't gonna get paid for my services. I shuddered and quickly pushed the thought out of my mind. I was with my future husband, after all, and a very gentleman-like man who has made no inappropriate move on me so far - and we were here because I wanted to be here just as much as my two companions did.

We were the first ones in the place, and remained the only ones for a while. But none of us cared about that, for we were not there to meet new people anyway. Bud flirted a bit with the girl tending the bar (whom I would not have minded joining us for one second - though she said fun during her working hours were out of the question, lol). The atmosphere was relaxed enough, it was the neutral ground that we wanted to meet at, and I didn't feel any pressure to do anything coming from any part of our trio. And maybe that's exactly why we soon ended up in one of those private lounging areas and started to play around a little tiny bit.

Sure it was a bit awkward when suddenly that cute-as-hell bartender girl came in to change the DVD and I was sprawled out on the couch barebreasted with two guys latched on to me one on each side... but it was such a matter-of-factly thing that I just returned her knowing smile and leaned back into the couch as if this was the most normal thing imaginable.

Then... what happened next in one of the "bedrooms" we soon after ended up in I will refrain from describing here out of consideration for some of my friends who I have given this link to and who I know read this more or less regularly. There is only so much you may wanna know about your friends, and I don't want to make anybody feel uncomfortable around me. But I will say that what happened was so much better than our first "try-out" with my friend Steven, much more playful, much more intuitive, much less technical. I completely forgot about time passing, I forgot where I was, and everything around me. I was completely submerged in what was happening, it wasn't at all like our experience with Steven where I felt I was the main protagonist in a sleazy sex-ed movie. Bud was very courteous, very gentle, very playful and teasing. Many of the things I have until now only been dreaming of pertaining to The Fiancé became reality, and now turned from desperate fantasies to exciting memories that make me blush everytime they spring back to my mind - which they do often now.

We left eventually and got home way past midnight - and naturally I was so wired up and out of my mind from what had just happened, that I had a hard time falling asleep, and staying asleep. I think The Fiancé was having a similar problem for he kept tossing and turning as well, but we were holding on to each other tightly and lovingly all night long - or what was left of it, anyway. I didn't want to leave him this morning, so strong was my urge to be with him and be held by him, and make love to him in the wake of our memories of last night, but I had to go and be responsible. This day has been dragging on endlessly already, and I am having a hard time staying awake and not falling over forehead-first onto my graphics tablet.

I am having this strong urge to write down every single nasty and naughty dirty detail of last night, but see that this is not the appropriate location to do so - especially for the people who know me personally. I am toying with the thought of joining the ranks of those who submit stories to nifty.org, just to get it out of my system the only way I know how: by writing about it. I guess that's the exhibitionist in me... so if you do NOT know me personally, I may give out that link to you once it's done.

Life's fun right now... in any way imaginable (and on more fronts than our sex-life too but this has nothing to do with the point of this blog), and for certain I have never imagined that my boring ol' hometown which I dreaded so much coming home to could be all that with some frosting on the cake.