Thursday, January 31, 2008

London Livin' (IV)

"Ecstasy and then the laundry." -Ayn Rand
Matteo started harping on me day and night to get a job. Like I wasn't trying right? As a result of wanting him to shut up, I widened my search dramatically to include fields that I have no skills or experience in. After all, being able to effectively shag two men at once doesn't turn up as many paying gigs as you might think. ;) Sooo... five days later he was drinking celebratory champagne with the Director of Operations for a social ventures VC firm specializing in ethnic minority entrepreneurs. Whew.
Cri and Donatello got to London the next afternoon. Cri has been treating his body badly so apparently told Donatello he wasn't sure how horny he would be. I opened the door to a rush of undressing man tackling me on the couch and having his way with me! I tossed a "Ciao Donatello!" over Cri's shoulder in between thrusts (at least I was trying to be polite!).
Matteo wandered out of the bedroom while Cristiano and I snuggled on the couch. Matteo and I had been taking a post-shag nap when the boys got there. (Trio Dynamics 101 digression: Everyone asks me about the possessive dynamic so here's a perfect example of how it works- Matteo knew that Cri would want to jump me as soon as he got here so he was determined to have me first. He made love to me possessively in the afternoon I guess to establish ownership, dominance, some guy thing... )
Matteo walked over to the couch and kissed me while my hand played on his leg. Ah bliss! It's these moments that make me feel like the world is right. We chatted with Donatello and got ready for the evening.
We met the other guys at Nobu for drinks. Six trousers and a skirt, Matte shook his head. As for my opinion of the group setting, I felt like a goddess! The other women in the room looked at me like I was from another planet. We were sitting at a corner table with me in the middle, Cri on my right and Matte on my left. The other men were wrapped symmetrically around so that we formed a circle. I kissed Miei Uomini and chatted with the boys. Fantastico! We went to Kai for dinner and somehow I ended up between Cri and Simone with Matteo all the way across the table and down far enough that I couldn't touch him. Grrr... I thought this was a bad thing but it had an interesting effect.
During the meal a somewhat tipsy Cristiano was heavily making out with me and trying to get me to go shag him in the bathroom. Matteo was watching us with a look I don't often see on his face. Uh-oh Mia Bestia! He went outside for a cigarette so I joined him. He looked sideways at me, You two are rude. It's like being at dinner with two teenagers. I like to see you jealous, I teased. I'm not jealous, he said. A little jealous, I asked. A little. :)
We went home and shagged some more. I fell asleep between my men where I belong. In the middle of the night, Cri decided he wanted MORE sex so the next thing I knew, he was shagging me and Matteo was in my mouth. Have I mentioned before that we never sleep when we're all together? After doing some more of my favorite things, we collapsed in a pile and slept for a couple hours.
In the morning, Donatello wanted to explore a little of London so he came in to tell someone he was going. I was the only one conscious but completely buried under the guys' bodies so explaining where the keys were was a challenge. We finally got out of bed and made a lunch reservation for the group. After lunch, window shopping on Bond Street and then back to the flat so Cri and Donatello could get ready to go. I accompanied them to the airport since Cri and I wanted to spend as much time as possible with our skin and eyes in contact. I had only intended to go with them partway so when I walked back into the flat, Matteo was back in bestia mode. I barely made it in the door before my skirt was up and I was being had over the table!
I must get to work my darlings! I will try to post again in the next couple days...

Monday, January 21, 2008

Weekend Lovin' in London (IV)

Matteo and I relaxed at home Friday night since we knew with Lo Zio in town Saturday for one day only, it would be a wild one. On Saturday we went for a jog then to view a flatshare for me in the most truly "London" neighborhood I have been to here. The London Fields area is full of edgy, trendy young Brits. We went to the Broadway Market there and ate some fantastic vegetarian Indian food from a stall while we checked out cheese, olives, artwork, etc. After loading ourselves up with some goodies to take home (I haven't seen fresh harissa for sale since the North African market in Arles!), we settled in to a pub for a pint. The pub held an assortment of characters. Lots of folks had their dogs with them so there was the occasional canine convo over the hub of chatter. We were entertained by a group of young guys so drunk and high I couldn't figure out how they stayed upright. I almost had a heart attack when one of them threw his shot glass spinning about three feet in the air but he caught it easily! What a pro!
We got back to the flat in time to greet Lo Zio and caught up on the news before settling down for a nap. Okay, so we didn't nap much but shagging is a priority! We got up and had about 15 minutes to get ready so it was a mad dash. On the way we found out that instead of the few friends we had been expecting, we were going to be a party of 12. This was all good except we still didn't have a dinner reservation. We all met at a pub and managed to find a place that would accomodate our party for a 22.30 res. What can one do when they are hungry but can't get food? Drink alot of course! The night was peculiar and yet fun. We didn't get into bed until 5am. At noon we got up to bid Lo Zio ciao and then tried to figure out what kind of food wouldn't make us puke. Don't worry, this feeling did not stop us from shagging in the shower! I know showers are usually too technically difficult to bother with for actual sex but if you could only see Mia Bestia backlit with water streaming down his gorgeous body, you'd figure out a way too!
We went to King's Road and had some yummy Chinese before going in search of a white button-down shirt for me. My stomach was still rolling around a bit so I suggested we go for a bloody mary. We went to a pub called the Cross Keys. Absolutely charming and the bloody mary was one of the best I've had. We sat by the fireplace, which was decorated with a huge sandstone carving of a friar passed out with a wine jug, and watched it drizzle outside.
We went home and I chatted online with our CriCri for a bit while Matteo cooked us a brilliant pasta con broccoli. I have to comment on this with something I wrote a while back:
"'Mmmm...' Isn't it interesting that we use the same little hum to express our pleasure with food and our pleasure in the bedroom (couch, bath, office, garden, washing machine, dining room table, and -oh boy- we're back in the kitchen!). Ahem. There is a definite connection between the focus and research we put into a meal and the efforts we put into a proper frolic. All we really want is to sate our loved one, to see their eyes light up with joy and surprise and the recognition of our effort. It is a way to cherish each other.
It is not a new idea for food to symbolize love and connection. The first dinner date, the alluring seductress feeding her lover exotic fruits, the couple sharing a kitchen before it becomes the domain of the better (or just bossier) cook, the midnight nosh to bolster stamina for another romp in the dim refrigerator light (that is the nosh... and possibly the romp).
I read a cookbook titled 'Intercourses' and it told me some things I'd always known and some I wanted to learn. Tantra manuals give me a very similar response. Who knew that a past anorexic, someone who had rejected food and love could be so touched?"
Despite being wrapped up in my octopus last night, I did not sleep well. I got up for an hour to surf the net and chat with Sue. I am worried for our Cristiano...


Wednesday, January 16, 2008

London IV

The drought is over! The constant rain of my beloved London is a reflection to me of the constant affection I receive here. Yesterday evening I donned a beautiful corset and flowing pinstripe trousers to await the arrival of Mia Bestia. I knew this was a threat to our proposed dinner plans and after a spine melting kiss and a breathless Ciao... I watched with pleasure as Matteo began undressing. I'm hungry, I mock pouted. Forget it, he said, I am having you right now. We rolled around the bed in a tangle of sheets, mouths, and skin. We teased each other until I couldn't stand it and began to beg for him. I was a perfect bel lago by this time and he was pleased. I don't know if I have mentioned it before, but Miei Uomini are very vocal. This may just be an Italian thing but either way, it is enchanting to be told of my charms while they are being enjoyed!
We shagged every way possible, wanting to relive every delicious action from our repertoire. As you can imagine, this took quite awhile. We finally left for dinner, happy and hungry. I love that feeling of being satiated from sex and then feeling the need for food or sleep. Nothing tastes as good to me as a post-shag meal and no sleep is as sweet.
We discussed many things on our walk to the Turkish restaurant (punctuated by me randomly tripping over my trousers- they're sexy but a bit long for me. At about the fourth time, I was in stitches and Matteo was demanding that I stop almost falling down.) I got to catch up on what is going on with our friends and more of the story on Cristiano's situation. Matteo may be, screw that- IS, an absolute beast who will do anything or anyone he fancies but at least he is honest. I appreciate his candor though it does annoy me sometimes that I can't leave the boy alone for a moment without him running around. As he says, It's all written on the package, Sweetie.
What bothers me at this point is Cri's behavior. I cannot abide a lover who is not forthcoming. He is proving himself to be a wolf in sheep's clothing rather than the angel he allowed me to believe of him. An aside- I spotted a wine bottle with the word "Wolftrap" on it and decided instantly that that is the perfect name for my you-know-what (hoo-hoo, poom-poom, lovebox, whatever...) So dear readers if you have an opinion on what we should do with our dear fallen angel, Cristiano, please drop me an e-mail. You all know I can't make a decision without getting all the advice out there.
In the coming week, I do believe Matte and I are going to brave the dodgy swingers club again. That ought to make for interesting stories to share with you...

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Trust

In my last post I talked about the sacred trust of our triangle. When the trust is violated, things are FUBAR. Cristiano has violated our trust agreement. How to handle that and try to recover is the new subject. Once compromised, trust is elusive. I believe our situation is unique and beautiful so I would never toss it aside lightly. No, like Dorothy Parker I believe it is better to throw something with great force if that is what is called for. Tricky, tricky. I don't want to punish Matteo for Cri's behavior but if I can't deal with this issue, we ALL are effected. Damn. Guys can be such a pain in the ass but it is sooooo worth it. I WILL figure this out and I look forward to sharing the solution with you, my dears.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Dalliance

noun- 1. a trifling away of time; dawdling. 2. amorous toying; flirtation.
Ok, I'm going to be here for a few more days so back to Trio Relationship Dynamics 101...
This is by far the longest separation from each other Miei Uomini and I have experienced. We don't like it. So how does one pass the time? There is of course busy work, meditation and reflection, family and friends, and physical activity. Today I want to talk about dalliance as a way to pass the time. First let me explain the background.
We have what is on the surface a very open relationship. I think of it as a "jell-o" triangle. We have to remain quite flexible or we will deconstruct. You see, we do still have a structure. For example, we are allowed to shag someone else as long as the sex is casual. This seems an easy thing but it actually rules out most available sex partners. Exes are out because they shared love and friends are out because they may fall in love, crushes are out because you may fall in love with them, etc... Tricky. The reason for the structure is that we three love and trust ourselves and no one else is allowed into the sacred triangle. Other people are toys. That said, we are not the sort of people to treat others with unkindness or disrespect.
This is where dalliance comes into play (yes I love puns) as a way to relieve the pain of separation without violating the structure or hurting others. Flirtation and intrigue are a great way to get out pent up sex. It makes me, and I hope the person I am dallying with, feel attractive and desirable. It also makes me feel like an illicit adventuress! Here I am with not one but two amazing lovers and I still get to cat around like the gattina cattiva I am! God, I am so lucky... Before this turns into too big of a boast, back to the subject...
There is the risk with dallying that the other person does not see that they are outside the circle of trust. That is why I try to choose my playmates wisely. I'd rather get hurt myself than have another's heartblood on my hands. Lucky for me that I'm a girl since guys tend to be more naturally guarded.
Ladies, don't you feel that a proper flirtation makes you feel like a goddess? Gentlemen, doesn't a woman flirting with you make you feel like you can do anything in the world? The point is that there should be way more flirtation in the world! So my dears, get out there and spread the love!

Thursday, January 3, 2008

The Doghouse

How does one of our lucky Trio end up in The Doghouse with all this love, joy, and affection floating around? Without exception, non or faulty communication. You think it's difficult to understand each other in a twosome? Add another person, separate yourselves into three different countries, and watch the confusion take over! It astounds me how easily we fool ourselves into creating problems. As I am so often repeating, WE ARE VERY FORTUNATE! We do have logistic issues but we're working on those. What would possess one of us to make more confusion?! Well folks, that's the way love goes. However, here's the advantage of the Trio- when one person is making trouble, there are two left to set it right!
I got in The Doghouse in London by getting unnecessarily stroppy with the guys and now Cristiano is in it for getting into a black mood and refusing to speak to me for five days. Communication again! I dread what it will look like when it is Matteo's turn (after all, he's the beast) but I feel better prepared to find a solution. I will see my lovers in a week so it will be back to adventure blogs instead of Trio Relationship Dynamics 101. Thanks for your patience.