A few weeks before we published our book, Kate asked us to look over an essay she wrote. We did… and found out she is a FANTASTIC writer! We immediately asked if she would consider adding her point of view to our final piece of erotica, and she agreed! A few nights later, we decided to have a drunken writing session… a night where the three of us could figure out the sequence of events over our past year together, as well as who would be writing which scenes. When we got stuck, Diana made us each write down five sexual prompts from our nights together on pieces of paper, then we each pulled three out of a hat. Next, she gave us 7 minutes apiece to write about them! The next day, we cut up our results and worked them into our full, 5,000-word real-life erotica story called “Kate” in our book, Wild Monogomy.
These are the unedited results, exactly as we wrote them that crazy, drunken night.
Damien
“Describe the anticipation before any sexual activity occurs ; )”
We met Kate at the club. Twice. She and Diana were easily the two cutest people there, and when they made eyes at each other, I could only wonder what I had done in my life to grant me this moment… much less the moments to come. I’ve seen Diana in many sexual situations with other woman and men, and there had always been an emotional distance, possibly intentional, possibly unconscious… but with Kate, even from the beginning, there was a difference… a chemistry… and we were far enough in our sexual escapades that I was comfortable with Diana being 100% genuine in her interactions, especially with women, since they could give so much to my bisexual lover I never could. So when Kate came over, laying naked and beautiful in bed between us, I had arranged in my mind to gently nudge Diana toward total passion… no holding back. I anticipated this moment all night… when I could tell the love of my life to forget about me—even if it was only for a moment—to fully engage passionately with another human. It wasn’t particularly sexual… more romantic than anything… when the moment finally came. To my surprise, she understood exactly my prompt and its intention. And she laid on top—
“Compare the tastes”
I have gone down on Diana at least one hundred times, and her taste is absolutely everything to me. She’s sweet, with just a touch of that human sour that makes her real in a way that no candy could ever hope to achieve. I haven’t gone down on many other women during our adventures, as it was a rule for the first half, but at some point she realized it didn’t spark the jealousy she thought it might… may have even turned her on a little to see… so when she invited me to join her between Kate’s legs, I took it for as the loving gesture she intended. The taste… it’s hard to recall… masked by the elation of being in the presence of two absolute beauties, having the taste of one already on my lips as I kiss another for the very first time… I remember the sounds most, the gentle spasms of her body momentarily controlled by the placement of my tongue, and the easy at which my lover’s fingers fell into step with the circle pattern of my tongue only a half-inch above.
“Describe what attracts us about each other’s bodies”
For a reason I have never quite explored in myself or society as a whole, I find lingerie and underwear—in all it’s forms—equally as attractive as the female body. The way it accentuaties… hides… creates an unquenchable anticipation that has no equal. For those rare few moments both Diana and Kate are in the heat of sexual progression and simultaneously wear the bra and panty set I know they considered for at least an extra minute than they would on a normal day… there’s little I can do to hold in the desire for each of their distinct, hidden, and delicious bodies. Alone, they would be enough to derange any human with a pituitary gland. Together… pressed against one another… they are the core of a supernova, spreading across space and time for a millennia, written about on cave walls 10,000 years ago, and me, today, in this beautiful fucking moment.
Diana
“When Damien told Diana he was certain Kate wanted to sit on her face”
I want to be told what to do in bed. I need to know how to make someone feel good. I really fucking need it. I don’t like feeling uncertain, unsure, or inexperienced. I’ve been with women before, but I still wasn’t sure what they wanted. Damien told me he was sure Kate wanted me to sit on her face, and her smile was so sweet and wide that for once, I felt certain. It took me by surprise how comfortable it felt to have her cheeks pressed against my thighs. She seemed comfortable too. The way her dark hair spilled over the pillow, soft and unrestrained, it seemed like everyone was relaxed. His warm hands on me. My hands gripping the wall. Relaxing… but thrilling.
“Your favorite place to be kissed”
I don’t know where my favorite place to be kissed is. I know I like to be kissed slowly, firmly, softly. I know where I like to kiss others: the apples of their cheeks, the warm spot in the curve of their thighs, and right where their pulse pounds the hardest in the soft flesh of their neck. I think I’m a bit too ticklish when someone’s lips are wandering my body. But that’s also part of the fun. I’m never ticklish unless lips are involved!
“Use metaphor to describe how it feels to orgasm”
It feels like running up a hill. The whole ascent I’ve been focused on my footsteps, keeping pace, powering through. But then I look up and I see the very top, the sunlight erupting from the peak and spilling over me, and I know what’s coming. Me. I don’t even focus on the steps to the top. I focus on the crest. I get there before I realize. It feels like I’ve traveled hundreds of miles to reach this point. Every chemical that has been pumping through my veins for the entire journey washes over me all at once. All I can do is roll my eyes back and grin. I’ve finished.
Kate
“What it’s like to watch Diana kiss another person passionately”
I’ve never seen Diana kiss another in a way any other than passionate. The way Damien’s toned, olive skin, and her pink, ivory complexion meet is a masterpiece of tones. Blue and pink and purple lighting reflects off of bare bodies as they breathe one another in. Watching them leaves me wondering what I look like in their respective places. How it would be to watch my tongue slip into her mouth or my teeth take Damien’s lower lip.
“Write about Kate going down on Damien while Diana rode his face”
Sex, for me, is often about power. There’s an appeal there, knowing the affect you have on someone. That’s how I felt in the moment, Damien’s cock in my mouth as Diana rode his face. A joint effort she and I had schemed together. In those moments, we had him on the edge, at his most vulnerable. Loved that we were in on this together, Diana and I. Felt the power that comes with having him on the brink of orgasm.
“Describe the anticipation before any sexual activity occurs ; )”
Sometimes the anticipation is my favorite part in the night. When we’ve reached the hour when we fall into the sofa a bit closer, know exactly what the others are thinking about, what color bras may be underneath, about which shapes our bodies might form, how much of the gin we might taste in another’s mouth. The air grows thick between us and bodies hum with desire… with possibility.