Australia: The worst day

The Australia trip wasn’t all roses and sunshine, or ropes and sex.  What should have been the absolute best morning of the trip, after the threesome, was actually the worst.

We’d had two bottles of wine which might have been why I tossed and turned all night.  When I don’t sleep my brain doesn’t do well.  By the time Vivian’s alarm clock went off I was already feeling rough mentally.  I just wanted to be spend all day in bed, preferably asleep on a pair of beautiful boobs.  Too bad Vivian had to work.

Then I got on my phone and the morning went from bad to worse. Continue reading

Australia: The way more fun threesome pt 2

I was actually a little nervous going into the threesome with Vivian and B.  Months previously I’d been in a somewhat notorious attempt at a threesome that didn’t turn out very well (I’d link to it but it’s already one of my top viewed posts, sigh).  As if that weren’t enough, I’d never been with more than one woman at a time and we didn’t really discuss anything beforehand, we just jumped into bed.  What was I supposed to/allowed to do?

Whatever, I decided that I wasn’t going to worry about myself at all.  I was going to focus on giving the two ladies a good time and any attention thrown my way was just a bonus.  Besides, there’s little I like more than pleasing women and I had an opportunity to do a lot of pleasing.

No one really took charge as we went into Vivian’s bedroom so I took some initiative.  Me and B were basically already naked from being tied, Vivian still had on her dress.  I got Vivian down on the bed, slid up her dress and got between her legs. Continue reading

Australia: The way more fun threesome pt 1

It was Sunday morning.  Vivian got an early text from B, saying that she was going to swing by for a bit.  Yes, the same B that remarked that I’d looked like Vivian’s bitch the previous day.  The comment didn’t bother me because she hadn’t seen me and Vivian together outside the club.

We all had coffee and a laid back chat.  B and Vivian are frequent playmates and both kinky, so the conversation quickly got dirty.  Her and Vivian talked about how awesome it was to be fisted.  Then Vivian looked at me, turned to B, and remarked at how it would be really awesome to both get fisted at the same time.


Vivian worried for a moment that she’d made me uncomfortable but as far as I was concerned the only thing better than one beautiful, naked woman in Australia was two beautiful, naked women in Australia.  If they wanted to play than I was all for it. Continue reading

Australia: An unexpected and lazy day, b*tch

Since we’d gone to bed around five that morning after spending most of the night at the fetish club Vivian and I slept in late.

That morning/afternoon as I was making coffee, Vivian was catching up on the messages she’d missed while we’d been sleeping.  She read one and burst out laughing.

I brought over two steaming cups and asked her what was so funny.  She hesitated.

Don’t get mad, she said.

Um, okay.

She read a text she’d gotten from B that morning.  “That American guy kind of looked like your bitch last night.” Continue reading

Australia: The fetish club pt 3

Fetish club pt 1

Fetish club pt 2

We made the rounds at the fetish club, saying good night everyone that Vivian and F knew. There were even a few people I recognized as we were leaving.  There was a couple that I’d met a little earlier at D’s house and C was tying a woman on stage.  A few days earlier she’d let me watch as Sharn tied her.  I waved as we were walking out but C didn’t seem to recognize me without my clothes on.

I could tell Vivian was worn out, she’d been going non-stop all day and it was past midnight.   Mentally, I made a note, when we get home she needs a break before we fall asleep.

As we were walking out of the club I did a cartoon style double-take.  A pretty woman in a sexy Santa outfit was under one of the suspension points on the main floor of the club.  She lifted her skirt, revealing a rope harness, then suspended herself from the point.  In a neat acrobatic feat she flipped upside down and started tying her own legs.  It was impressive. Continue reading

Australia: The fetish club pt 2

Fetish Club pt 1

We arrived at the club, music thumping through the walls and stripped out of our outer-wear in the entrance.  Half naked people wandered in and out of the club.  I felt a few twinges as I got almost entirely naked, handing my clothes over, but I was committed to seeing where this evening would take me.  Tight boxers, suspenders, and slippers.  Not much left to the imagination.

We got stamped and walked through the door.  As I looked around the darkened room my pervading thought was: “Wow, I might be the most scantily clad guy here.”  Almost all the other guys were wearing black street clothes.  Why hadn’t anyone told me a black t-shirt and black jeans would have been “fetish” enough to get in the door?  Oh well, it was too late to change at that point and once the clothes were off the cat was out of the bag, so to speak.  (As the evening progressed I did see a few more guys wearing as little as I was.  We were in the minority though.) Continue reading

Australia: The fetish club pt 1

One of the things about the Australia that I was looking forward to with equal parts excitement and nervousness was a trip to the fetish club.  Both Sharn and Vivian are very active in one of the local Sydney clubs, I was pretty sure I’d end up there at least once.  There aren’t many things that make me uncomfortable but I’m not a fan of crowds, loud (bad) music, places where I don’t know many people, I like my personal space, and I can sometimes be a bit shy.  In short, I’m a pretty classic introvert.  There was no part of going to a “fetish club” that was going to be comfortable for me but at the same time I was really curious.  So, I was torn.

I ended up going with Vivian on Boxing day (the day after Christmas for Americans).  Vivian had organized a raffle to raise money for a cancer charity that was going to be held at the club and she let me tag along.

That morning Vivian’s phone was dead.  She needed charge it before we went out since we weren’t sure when we’d be coming back.  She plugged it in.

Oh, what to do while we wait? Continue reading

Australia: Naked Christmas

Cern had stayed the night so I made breakfast for him, Sharn, and Vivian Christmas morning.  French toast, eggs, and sausage.  We didn’t eat until noon or so though as Vivian and I had developed the habit of playing in the morning.

I had managed to sneak in some Christmas shopping during the previous few days, so I had something for each of the women.  Sharn got a book that she had looked at when we’d been out together a few days earlier.  Vivian got a copy of one of my favorites.  If I’d realized Cern was going to be over that morning I’d have gotten something for him too, he had to settle for all the food he could eat.  Sharn gave me a Neil Gaiman book that we’d talked about.

Cern and Sharn left shortly after breakfast so Vivian and I had the place to ourselves for the rest of Christmas day.  (Well, actually, we had it to ourselves for the next four days as Sharn had been “kidnapped”, though we didn’t know that at the time.)

Thus commenced what Vivian called our “Naked Christmas”. Continue reading

Australia: Christmas Eve

Vivian had Christmas eve and day off, so that was the first significant time during the trip that we could spend the together uninterrupted.  That morning we took a leisurely couple hours playing before getting out of bed.  It was nice not to have to rush or feel bad about making her late for work.  Her hip was bothering her a bit but we managed to work around it pretty well.

A few days earlier, Vivian had asked me how I met Sharn.  I told her that I was a blogger and shared a link to this blog.  Afterwards, I asked her what she wanted to be called in future posts since I’d be writing about the visit.  Christmas Eve morning she decided on Vivian as her nom de plume.

I forget how the topic came up, but that morning Vivian also threatened to turn me into her Christmas tree for the year.  The previous Christmas Vivian had suspended B (who will come up a few times in these posts) upside down, wrapped her in Christmas lights, and inserted a lit candle into her.  Vivian showed me a photo she took of the “Christmas tree”, it was both erotic and artistic.  She threatened to buy a Santa hat and use me for her tree that year.  I wasn’t entirely opposed to that idea. Continue reading