Virtual Sex

I have always enjoyed phonesex during times of separation. It is empowering to make a lover cum from far away. Many thanks to Skype for making phonesex visual!! I hope to experiment with the conference call option for this purpose very soon. During the holidays it is difficult to get everyone in an available (away from family) space all at once. Still, I am experiencing affection and pleasure through the avenues available to us. I will write an update with more details on this soon...

London III (or Konstanz Part IV)

Cristiano had to work in London on Friday so Matteo requested I arrive on Thursday. Let the game of tag recommence! Cristiano changed his flight to Thursday. Matteo decided to take Thursday afternoon off from work. Cri took a morning flight. Matteo attempted to arrange all of Thursday off from work. My flight was cancelled so I had to take a different one that landed at almost the exact same time as Cri's. This round goes to Cristiano!
At Victoria Station, I have never seen such a taxi queue! We waited for an eternity, tired and starving. At the flat I got what I desperately needed- a shag and a shower! We went for lunch and lingerie/toy shopping. At Agent Provocateur we bought an absolutely splendid crop as well as a variety of sexy outfits for me. The shop assistant was a lovely girl with legs longer than my whole body! I enjoyed her assistance with my corset lacings and her opinions about what she liked on me. Yummy!
After the fun shopping, we did the necessary grocery shopping and went back to await Matteo (he ended up working all day). The reunions almost make the pain of separation sweet! This was the first time Matteo did not win the round of tag and I don't think he liked it. He was certainly in bestia mode! I love it! After doing some of our favorite things (and if you want to know what those are you'll just have to come join in with us) we hit the sack.
Cri didn't have to work until early afternoon so we watched a movie and I cooked us a pasta con pomodori e zucchini. Cristiano said it was an excellent pasta for an American to have made. I bristled. No don't get upset, he said, it is a proper pasta for an Italian to have made too! Gee thanks. Anyway, he went to work and I got some things done. That evening, we three went out for Lebanese. We spent the meal leering at women and making jokes instead of the original purpose of this dinner- to plan our future cohabitation. Nervous? Us? Never! After dinner we planned the next evening's excursion to a swingers club.
Saturday Cri and I accompanied Matteo to look at a flat. It was alot of fun trying just to be his "friends from out of town". After that, lunch with a friend and more shopping. We broke into two groups so that Matteo and I could go Porsche shopping while the other guys went clothes shopping. While Matteo put a downpayment on a car, the guys showed up to keep me company. The best was when the salesman asked Matteo if he would prefer to put the car "in his wife's name". Hysterical! None of us has ever been married and I would even hazard to say the prospect is downright scary to us all. Anyway that accomplished, we went for a nap so that we would be rested up for the evening adventure.
There are two versions of the club story: The one that we told our friends to trick them into going (It's sooo beautiful you can't imagine!) and the truth. My dear readers, I love and cherish you so you will get the truth. We dressed stylish and sexy, my lingerie hidden under an elegant black dress. The beautiful crop was secreted in Matteo's inside coat pocket. The taxi dropped us off and we looked for the address. The street is a very short one but dark and dodgy. We couldn't find any building that looked like our destination. Confused, we headed for the only lit up sign which advertised auto repairs. A large man came out and asked if we were looking to have some fun. Yes... is this the address we are looking for? You're here, he said, come on up. At the top of the stairs was a somewhat cramped space with many older people sitting around a bar. We paid our entrance fee and handed them our bottle of vodka. You usually have to bring your own booze to these places. We were given a tour by one of the shortest women I have ever seen. The "playrooms" were dilapidated and uninviting. Cri just kept repeating "What is this smell? I don't like this smell." We headed up to the bar for a generous pour of vodka on the rocks (please let this help!) and then went to sit huddled up together on a couch. Two seconds later we were approached by a couple and the man asked to whip my backside. Why not? While he proceeded to bruise me rather rudely, Matteo was imposed upon to crop the wife's large rear end. Extricating ourselves from that situation, we tried to close our circle and discuss if there was a way to make this into a fun adventure instead of just a scary one. We're good sports so we scoped out the scene and even mingled a while before Cri pulled us into a lockable room. This seemed like a good idea until the hands started coming in through holes in the wall. That's right my dears, the "Groping Room". Matteo's ever sharp eyes spotted an attractive woman near the door so we quickly pulled her in to play. She claimed to be French but was certainly not. Perhaps Serbian or Croatian... She had lovely breasts which we all enjoyed but the girl could not kiss (or do anything else) worth a damn! This experience was becoming more and more farcical but it doesn't end yet! A hand was doing things to Matteo so he peeked out to see what it was attached to. Spying a nice pair of legs, he slid his hand up to find a big hairy pair of testicles! He was appalled and recoiled with as much dignity as he could muster. Poor Cristiano was stuck entertaining the girl while Matteo and I laughed about how we didn't even want to shag here in this most unsexy sex club! We tried to escape but the people rather hemmed us in. One couple even gave me a business card! We made it back to the flat with utter relief and alot of laughter.
I was tired and drunk and put off sexually from the lingering taste of that girl so I'm afraid I got a bit "stroppy" with the guys. Cristiano, angel that he is, just held me until I fell asleep. The next day we went to the Camden Market after thoroughly entertaining ourselves with "Daftpunk Hands". Hungover and a little uncomfortable with the way the evening ended, we still managed to establish a few lasting inside jokes. Many of them were gestures pertaining to the girl from the night before (God, she was the worst shag ever!) but my favorite is how we have morphed my "geeeez" into "deniiiim". We had some tapas and beer which set us right again and did some shopping. We spent the afternoon getting baked and watching all three Godfather movies in a row with Lo Zio. Watching these movies with Italian men is even more entertaining than usual. There is alot more interaction and discussion! I got to sleep between my men again that night but I could tell Matteo was still not happy with me. Cri had a morning flight so said goodbye early. I was nervous. Alone with Matte in a bad mood is not a nice prospect. Lo Zio came to lunch with us and we all ran errands then had dinner at another friend's home.
The next few days were stressful. Matteo was very busy with work and clients and Lo Zio had to go to Italia so I was alone with my worried thoughts. I did research and got advice where I could but I couldn't decide what to do. Stay and rent something? Kick around Europe a while? Go to the States? I ended up deciding on the States since I should see my family for the holidays. Before I left, Matteo finally became himself again. Thank the gods! When either of Miei Uomini get into a snit, I can't bear it. I imagine it is similar for them- something I should keep in mind when I am moody.
So now the holidays. Time for family and friends and reflection over the past year. I feel the absence of my darlings keenly. We will see each other soon and in the meantime... YAY PHONESEX!!

London II (or Konstanz Part III)

We arrived in London around midnight. Matteo was nowhere to be found. Amendment: we could talk with him on his mobile but he was really gone. He had already warned us that he would be in the bag but to call him in transit and he would come let us into the flat. We arrived at the flat freezing again and started calling around for another way in. Lo Zio (who owns the flat) was nearby so he came to let us in out of the cold. My sweet Cri was having the coldest day of his life!
Having stayed there before, it was wonderful to meet our host at last. Matteo showed up soon and what followed was some of the most entertaining drunk behavior I have seen! Italian men, in my experience, seem to be quite musical but mia bestia was dancing on the furniture! So we partied and shagged (leaving my pussycat alone- make your own inference) and ended up in bed sometime near dawn. We got up for a bit of extremely difficult shagging and such and then rested some more. Matteo and I wanted lunch but Cristiano was already working so we met up in one of my favorite London restaurants, Trucvert, near the US embassy. It was a good meal with lots of friends and put us near shopping. Yay! The first order of business was a calendula cream for Cri- it wasn't just my pussycat that was suffering. I cannot tell you, dear readers, what it is like to peruse a pharmacy for the proper solution with several men... With a product decided upon, we headed to Selfridges to get a gift for the birthday girl of the evening and me some club clothes.
We broke up into groups and I found a good dress, Matteo chose beautiful stilettos, and along with a gift the other boys found me suspenders and stockings. Matteo went for a nap while the rest of us went shopping on Bond Street. I have mentioned the shopping acumen of Miei Uomini but this was a new experience for me. I followed along while coats, shirts, and gloves were examined. I am definitely an amateur! We changed for dinner and met up at an Italian ristorante to begin our celebration. Out of a dozen people I was the only one not from northern Italy so I did my best to follow along and contribute.
I had been disappointed by women in the UK in the past so it was a wonderful pleasure to meet the ladies in our party. These are the kind of women I can really be friends with! We all ended up at a club and I got to see more of the relationship between Italian men and music (read: no lack of dance partners)!
The morning brought more of the reason I live this life. Miei Uomini were surrounding me in the bed and taking turns giving and taking pure pleasure with/from me. We met for lunch with friends before Cristiano's flight to Venice. During the meal the Italiano was fast and furious. I was catching most of it but must admit some surprise when our waitress bashfully informed us that she spoke Italian. Cri had been explaining how a schoolmate of Matteo's had the kind of face "you just want to cum on". Yikes!
Matteo and I spent the evening alone and I cooked a pretty nice pasta with capers and olives for us. I slept, as usual, wrapped in his octopus embrace and woke up happy (as usual). It was very difficult to leave but I knew we would see each other very soon...

Venice

We arrived in Venice late at night and it was COLD!! We stayed at the Hotel Dei Dragomanni near the Piazza San Marco. Our room was at the top with a balcony overlooking the Grand Canale and Guggenheim Museum. I was so sick I spent the first two days basically in bed which was fine since Cristiano had to work alot.
During these days, we went to dinner and I got to see the stubborn CriCri. I have a bad habit of not eating when I am stressed and he was having none of it! We were at the osteria enoteca San Marco and I was claiming no hunger because I was sick. When I turned back to him from speaking with a fellow vegetarian who wanted a recommendation, I found the largest bite of pasta ever in front of me. I refused and he started to make a scene so I aqciesced. The guy knows how to handle me! Yes, I ate all my pasta.
His birthday is the fourteenth of November so thank the gods I was feeling a bit better by then. I had to take the vaporetto to meet him and was in quite a cold snit by the time I reached the Piazzale Roma. That didn't last long. When I stepped onto the dock there was my darling, doing a little pleasure jig at my arrival. So sweet! How could I ever be stroppy in the face of that joy? We went to Treviso for dinner and then for a thai massage together. An hour and a half later, I was a noodle!
We were heading to London for the weekend to see Matteo so Cri wanted to do some errands. Of particular importance was moving one of his Harleys to where the other one is being worked on. This would mean I would have to drive the car. No way! Have you seen the way people drive in Italia?! No problem. Cri called his good friend Donatello who came right over to help. What a dear! I was to ride with Donatello so that gave me a chance to practice my rudimentary Italiano. Cristiano reminded me to tell him what I had learned and took off.
Donatello handsomely apologized for his limited English. No worries, I said. I know the basics- ciao, grazie, sono una rizza cazzi... I thought he was going to have a heart attack! Sono una?! Sono una?! Now dear readers, if you do not know this saying... look it up. We had a good ride where I got the history of the region in two languages. Cri drives like demon so we were a little behind. When we arrived, I explained that we would have been there sooner but we had to stop for a shag. Good, he said, was it fun? That's my boy!!
We went to the airport where a jackass shuttle driver ran into us which caused a slight delay and alot of cold for my darling. After such a long ride in the cold, this was not ideal. Once inside the airport, we went to a neat little wine bar. We got some good food and downed a bottle to ease the cold.
To sum up Venezia I have to say it is a beautiful old city and the Picasso in the Guggenheim is not to be missed, the Biennale is amazing, and we had so much excellent shagging that my pussycat was entirely ruined!

Barcelona (or Konstanz part II)

Barcelona is a stunning city! It is just made for love and adventure! I arrived first and checked into our beautiful hotel on the Mediterranean Sea then went for a stroll to find a functioning cash machine. (Why is it that airport+technology+Gattina= disaster?) Single gals, I have to tell you- Spanish men have lust in their blood! Stroll about in high heels at your own risk.
I went back to the hotel to spend an agonizing few hours waiting for my lovers. Originally, they were both set to arrive near midnight but Matteo (this will become a theme) changed his flight to an earlier one so that he could be the first to touch me. Cristiano was so mad! Sounds kind of like tag, right? Boys. So when he arrived we attacked each other like starving people. As a matter of fact we were starving so after that first shag, room service. Refueled, we began again and then heard a key in the door. Yay! I crawled to Cristiano like the gattina that I am and pulled him into bed with us. Perfection! There is nothing in this world for me like being surrounded by their skin, mouths, hands, eyes...
The next morning after breakfast, Matteo insisted that we see the sights. Cristiano and I groaned but my ever glib Matteo simply stated- "Darling, what is the use of us taking you all over the world if all you ever see is the inside of hotel rooms?" Good point.
We started with the cathedral where I attempted to go to the top and totally wimped out when I got up there. Well, we all have our issues right? We wandered all around the old city and then took a taxi to a restaurant recommended by a friend. It was a nice place and they sat us next to a little family which made Cri's habit of putting his hands into my shirt and pants a little inappropriate but as he always says- "Do we care?" Nope.
We used the ever- handy iphone to locate a sexgear shop and off we went. Now this is strange. In the shop were families with strollers and people shopping with their old mamas. I have to say, the place was hopping! My men are accomplished shoppers but this kind of shopping with them is always an overwhelming experience for me. It's like barracuda feeding! The counter was piled high with toys (including a graduated anal plug set to "train me", a crop, and a very confusing leather contraption meant to tie my legs up). After a bit of deliberate choosing, we also ended up with a couple pornos and a lube the shopgirl recommended. Let the evening begin! I have to say at this juncture that everything from taxi rides to kinky sex (or kinky sex in taxis) is an adventure with us.
So we frolicked and shagged the night away and spent the whole of the next day in the Gaudi park. If you do nothing else in Barcelona well, first shag then spend a day in this park! It is amazing! Great times! Barcelona is etched into my memory as one of the most fun weekends of my life!
At the airport, my bronchitis was becoming an issue. I have not steadily smoked for years- I am a marathoner now- and it was taking it's toll on my thoroughly exhausted body. Cristiano and I bid Matteo arrividerci and hopped on a plane to Venice.

London I cont...

So how does one fall in love with two men at the same time especially with one in another country at the time?  I don't know.  Magic, I guess.  I spent my days talking with Cri about how much we missed and loved each other and my evenings with Matteo.  He held my hands and looked into my eyes while we discussed literature, art, travel, dreams...  

I had to get back to the States for Jonathan's birthday so I spent the short connection to Paris bending a poor Parisienne's ear about how much I would miss them and the flight over the big pond reflecting on what a wonder life is.  Being in the US was surreal and I was glad to see family and friends but my very skin was on fire with the need to be back in the arms of miei carissimi.

They felt the same so we made another plan to meet up in Barcelona and Venice!     

London I

Waiting for boarding, I Skyped my brother/conscience/better self/accountability partner/etc... to tell him I had amended my plans. He was understandably concerned but told me to have fun and call ASAP. Once on the plane I started feeling sick- What the hell was I doing?!! The flight attendant smiled at me as I exited the WC and said, "A little fear is good! Just follow your heart." I tried to calm myself during the flight but there were too many unknowns for me to relax. Would it be the same? What would that mean? If not, who cares- it's an adventure!
I wandered around Heathrow for awhile then tried another uncooperative pay phone. A kind man lent me his mobile and there was my Matteo, stuck in traffic from an accident. When I saw him striding toward me, my skin lit up with fire. There it was- the same magic!! I could've shagged him right there on a bench but instead we went quickly to the flat without taking an unshared breath. We called Cri and he started working on a flight while we enjoyed each other... over and over and over again! Here is something positively lovely about my Cristiano- he was more than pleased that we were having a good time even though he wasn't there. This remains true and it still surprises me. So as it turns out, there were no flights available from Venice to London for the 5 days I was there. We had to be missing each other for the duration. It was still an exciting time and it was during those days that I fell in love...

Small Rant

Ok, for anyone who's never been to the Zurich airport- check your flight times and get there early! Spoiled American that I am, I arrived at the airport believing that there would be flights to London just waiting to be picked like fruit on a tree. I marched up to the ticket counter with Mastercard in hand and asked for the next flight. It was expensive so Janos pulled me aside to counsel me (he is an attorney) and by the time (5 minutes) I had convinced him of my resolve, check-in for the flight was closed. Grrr... Fine. Next flight, please. This is where I get steamed. It was 20.00- early by any standards and the next flight to London? 7.15!! So, what to do for the next 11 hours? It's an airport right? There should be shops, bars, etc. Everything was closed and at 20.30, the lights go dim and the muzak starts. Madness!! We poor flightless folks made a little refugee camp with Starbucks cushions and hit the vending machines for water. I made a friend by bonding over the non-functioning pay phones so we smoked and ate these delightful little cardamom cakes that he had together. But enough about the airport- back to the adventure!

And then...

Soooo... what followed was alot of sex and a little bit of sleep. Waking up between these two beautiful men that first morning remains one of my favorite memories. Thankful for the time change (giving us another hour), we spent our time wisely- in bed of course. Friends brought coffee and we eventually untangled our bodies so I could get back to my room and pack. I took my "walk of shame" in one of Cri's jumpers, dress and mask in hand, only to find my room locked and friend gone! Yikes! I called the front desk and was informed that my friend, thinking me missing, had called the police and gone out looking for me on foot. Dio! I didn't know what to think but I knew I needed to change and try to find Janos. We had the clerk call the police and inform them of my safety and Cristiano and Matteo took me out looking for Janos. I was very touched by their concern and effort. Along the search, we took a lovely walk along Lake Konstanz. We chatted and held hands all the while shouting into the woods for my dear friend. Unfortunately, the guys had flights to catch and we had looked everywhere we could think of so they brought me back to the hotel. Matteo suggested I just skip out and come to London with him. Yeah, right! I needed to find my friend and go home! Well as I sat waiting for Janos to come back, I discovered that Air France was on strike so we couldn't go home anyway. Matteo repeated his invite and I thought, why not? I was anxious to discover whether the magic we had all experienced was just a fluke or something more...