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. 

A Torturous Day in the Life of Miss O [Omniher]

Yesterday started out like any other: kick Mr O out of bed as the alarm is blaring and he's begging for "Just 5 more minutes of cuddles...", walk the dog, do the other little morning things that you do...  Except we knew it was different.  After what seemed like an eternity (read: three days) we were going to be seeing Miss Lovely again.  And not just for the night, but she would be in our home, in our bed for the next six days.  The three of us were all a little giddy at the prospect.

Lying in bed looking for an excuse not to get up I sent her a text.  I told her about how I planned to play orgasms for chores but was worried I'd wear myself out before the evening's festivities.  Now I swear she has been spending too much time around Mr O and  his sneaky evil ways are wearing off on her, becuase this is the response I got:

I think you should play the game, but just bring yourself to the brink of an orgasm each time...  Then come and meet me for drinks :)

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.