My First DP, Or: On How I Became Cock Crazy [Omniher]

As many bi people will tell you, one is rarely ever attracted both cocks and cunts equally.  Sometimes this means that you spend all of your life being attracted to one and flirting with the other on occasion, sometimes it means that you'll take either gladly but have a slight preference for one.  Often preference changes.

Myself?  Well, I tend to hang out around the 'either's good, both is better' part of the spectrum, with a slight preference for cunts.  Most of my long term relationships have generally been with guys, simply by virtue of the fact that there are far more straight/bi guys in this world than lesbian/bi girls so there is far more chance of me finding a compatible mate in the former group.  But when it comes to fucking other people I'm all about the girls.  Oh, you have a penis?  That's nice dear, hope it makes you happy.  There's a slim to none chance that I'm going to like it better than Mr O's fabulous specimen, so don't waste my time.  You have a cunt?  Well why the fuck are your clothes still on?  Sit on my face now!  That is, until this week.  Suddenly I am cock crazy and can't get enough of it.

Why this sudden change?  You could say it was part of the natural fluctuation that one experiences.  You could say that it was because I've just come out of a relationship with a very selfish cunt that didn't like fucking me nearly as much as I liked fucking it (or was just too lazy to be bothered returning the favour?).  Or you could say that it was because last Monday I experienced my first ever DP. 

Conflict of interest: to tell or not to tell? [Omniher]

I am currently living in a happy little bubble.  Mr O, Miss Lovely and myself have spent several weekends together just hanging out, having lots of sex (obviously!), eating out, staying in, cooking, drinking, and so on.  We've been able to talk about it on Twitter, with each other, and we even took her to a friend's birthday party this past weekend where we knew that we could all be affectionate with each other without raising too many eyebrows.

But I know it can't last.  The only reason we have been able to spend so much time together over the past couple of weeks is that her housemate (who is also and more importantly a family member) has been away on holiday.  Hence no questions on where she's been or why she's spending so much time with us.  Hell, I'm sure there's already been a few questions after Miss L has stayed over at our place for the umpteenth Saturday night in a row.

I know Mr O intends to write a blog post about this and many other things shortly and so don't want to go into that specifically.  Its up to her how she handles it really anyway (with as much support from us as she wants/needs).  What it has got me thinking about is my family.

How We Have Become Completely Spoiled [Omniher]

I've tried posting about the couple we met the weekend I ended up in hospital several times now, and just can't seem to finish.  Perhaps because they were just ... so ...   Well maybe this exchange will explain better than I could:


[me] Can't believe how sex-crazed I am at the moment, being in hospital for a week has made me wild!
[him] I know.  Well I guess it's understandable as you haven't come since last Friday...
[me] Did I?  Did we fuck on Friday?  I can't even remember the last time...
[him] doesn't know whether to laugh or not What were we doing last Friday?
[me] Um..?  Oh yeah!  Right!
[him] Well, they obviously made a big impression on you...

And with that, this post took a completely different direction to what I had intended.  I had been meaning to give a blow-by-blow account of the tryst and preceding flirtations, but this has ended up being a reflection on how we have become spoiled.