I seem to have hit a real dry spell lately. I’ve got one girlfriend who seems to have settled into wanting sex only about once a week. Another girlfriend dumped me over a month ago over anxieties about safer sex and open relationships. I’m going through some huge relationship struggles with another girlfriend, which has resulted in sex happening sporadically, if at all. And because of that drama, I’ve given up pursuing any new relationships. Sigh.

But there’s always masturbation.

Even when sex happens regularly for me, I’ve always continued masturbating a few times a week. It’s safe, it’s pleasurable, it’s good stress relief. And these days, when my libido has very little outlet, it’s a necessary way to … err, umm… “blow off some steam”.

Since I was a teen, I’ve been masturbating “dry”, by using my fingers to work the skin on the shaft of my cock up and down. This has the advantage of not requiring any lube and thus being way easier to clean up after, but if you’re masturbating frequently, it can lead to some chafing and soreness.

So I’ve been trying to mix it up lately. I’ve started using a very light oil and using my whole hand to stroke and pump my cock. I don’t think I’ve used lube to masturbate since I was a young teen, and I’ve been pleasantly surprised to find out how much I’m enjoying it.

I’ve also started attempting some mild “edging”, seeing how long I can maintain a vigorous erection without allowing myself to climax. One thing I figured out pretty quickly is that when I do finally climax, the volume of my ejaculate is greater, I’m shooting farther and the orgasm is more intense.

But not all of my experimentation has been fabulous. I bought a Fleshlight recently and have tried it a few times. Meh. Frankly, my hand feels better to me than the Fleshlight does. And if you’ve gotten lube on your hand, maintaining a grip on the slick plastic tube of the Fleshlight can be a real challenge. I’m opening to trying more male sex toys, but I think I’m done with this one. It’s a shame that hygiene and general “ickyness” makes giving someone a used sex toy pretty unpalatable. A Fleshlight is a pricy toy to just throw out with the garbage.

I first ventured into open relationships back in the dark ages, pre-internet (!), prior to the invention of the word “polyamory”, before the publication of “Getting The Love You Want” or “The Ethical Slut”. In short, my partners and I had absolutely zero resources or role models for what we were attempting. There were a lot of mistakes made and a number of hard lessons to endure (some of them over and over again). In hindsight, there is a long list of things I wish someone had explained to me at the outset. Following is my attempt to capture a few of those items.

 

Effort

This may be very hard. Emotions and relationships are challenging enough as it is. Relationships with more than two people are harder still. Think about it; in a triad you have at least four relationships to manage: the relationship between persons A and B, between B and C, between A and C, and the relationship between all three at once, A, B and C. Try it with four people, you have eleven relationships to juggle. Combinations, permutations, oh my!

On top of that, you are attempting relationship models that are outside the mainstream, cultural norm. You may feel compelled to hide aspects of your relationships from family members, you may face disapproval from friends and community members. You may have challenges finding advice, community and sympathy.

 

Communication

You’re going to have to talk about this with your partners. A lot. More than you know. On occasion, you’re going to talk about the same topic so many times, over and over, until you can’t possibly fathom there’s another word to say about it. Then talk about it again. I’m unaware of any shortcut to this. Keep doing it. If the lines of communication seem to break down for an interval, get nervous; talking is the lifeline of your relationship.

Listen far more than you talk. Learn to ask questions. Learn to ask questions that require more than a yes/no answer. After you ask a question, take the time to listen to the answer. Do not silently compose your own rebuttal when you should be listening.

Be wary of large labels. A term like “polyamory” can mean something different to virtually every person who embraces it. Ask people to define their labels. Ask again until you are pretty sure you get what they mean. Try to rephrase it back to them, to make sure they agree you understood them. Then try to define your own labels. Double-check your assumptions.

In my more cynical moments, I have been known to snarl, “Communication is a myth. If you think you’ve communicated with someone, that just means you haven’t yet realized how badly you’ve been misunderstood.” There are entire books dedicated to improving your communication skills. Read several of them. Practice.

Another phrase I’ve heard for open relationships or polyamory is “responsible non-monogamy”. The “responsible” part comes from a vast amount of open, honest communication.

 

Honesty

There are a dozen ways to lie. Outright untruths, misleading implications, exaggerations, conveniently omitted details. No matter how you try to convince yourself otherwise, they still all amount to lies. Don’t do it. Be scrupulously honest. Be at least as honest as you would want your partners to be with you. You will always regret telling a lie; even if it appears you’re going to “get away with it”, even if you think you’re sparing a person’s feelings, even if you think you’re just avoiding a bit of unnecessary drama, you will regret every single one of them. Save yourself the hassle and just be open and honest in the first place.

And learn how to be honest with yourself as well. Humans have a seemingly boundless capacity for self-deceit and outright bullshit. Encourage your partners to call you on your bullshit. Listen to them when they do.

 

Emotions

In all of this communicating you’re doing, some gnarly emotions are going to come up. Intentionally or not, someone will say something that pushes your buttons in just the right way to send you into a tailspin of anger (or jealousy, or sadness, or frustration, or …) It’s gonna happen, guaranteed. Let’s talk about strategies for what to do (and what not to do) when emotions flare up.

Almost by definition, emotions are illogical. Emotions just are. They happen on their own schedule, often without rhyme or reason. I’ve begun to embrace a model that emotions are just the body’s response to a flood of hormones washing through the brain. Sometimes the hormones come in response to a specific event in your life, and sometimes the hormones start for some unknown reason and your brain looks for any excuse to hang the emotion on. I’ve woken up from a hard sleep, furiously mad at someone for something they did in a dream. Sheesh. Talk about irrational.

You’re not going to argue someone into letting go of an emotional reaction. Don’t try. And don’t let anyone get away with telling you that your emotional response is not allowed. You can’t push back an emotion any more than you can hold back the tide. The best you can expect is to develop a strategy for how to handle them when they come.

Don’t try to swallow or smother an emotional response; denying an emotion will only make it flare up hotter and stronger, usually at the worst possible time. It’s like telling a teenager they aren’t allowed to do something; it only makes them want it all the more.

Neither should you immediately try to react on an emotion right away. Reacting to an emotion is akin to punching a cloud. It’s unsatisfying, and ineffective. Focus instead on simply trying to understand it.

You are not responsible for fixing another person’s emotional response. This is a tough. If a loved one is in pain (even emotional pain), there is an overwhelming urge to do whatever you can to make that pain stop. Resist that urge. At the very least, don’t do it without a lot of discussion with the person. Attempting to fix someone else’s emotions will almost certainly end in frustration for both of you. And don’t ask or allow someone else to “fix” your emotions either. Embrace the phrase “You are not responsible for someone else’s happiness.”

Okay, so that’s a lot of what not to do. So what do you do with emotions? Your goal, the ideal, is simply to be able to recognize an emotional reaction when it occurs. If you can catch yourself in the moment and say “Ahh, I’m having a really angry reaction. Interesting.”, that is over half the battle. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but you can spend your whole life working on this ability. And it’s worth working on. Once you can recognize an emotion, you can start examining it a little more closely. Where is it coming from? What is it about a situation that pushed your buttons in that way? Why did that make you angry? What are you so scared of? What’s the worst thing that could happen? Not because you’re trying to argue yourself out of the emotion, but because you’re trying to get at the root of the response. “Oh, I was furious that you kissed that person because at a certain level it made me scared that you didn’t love me any more.”

Once you’ve identified something as an emotional reaction, and you feel like you’ve figured out what the root issue behind it all is, then you’re finally in a position to figure out what the most productive solution might be. Most often, the best response is to simply sit with the emotion, to “own it”, as they say. The more you understand the root cause and the more you can talk about it with someone in a calm fashion, the less power and control it will have over you.

Be prepared to spend some time wrestling with emotional responses. It’s really hard to talk in a cool, calm manner about an emotionally hot topic. Take breaks, as often as you need to, for as long as you need to. I know a girl whose emotional hurt can often be addressed with a very sincere apology, and poof, she’s fine. By contrast, when I’m going through an emotional wringer, sometimes it takes me a couple of weeks to sort it out. Everyone is different. And that’s okay.

You will grow to understand and appreciate the expression, “Yet another fucking opportunity for growth.”

For what it’s worth, starting a practice in meditation helped me greatly with understanding and coping with emotions.

 

Jealousy and Compersion

Speaking of emotions, here’s a buzz word you’re likely to run into. “Compersion” is the feeling of joy and happiness you experience when one of your partners is experiencing euphoria in a relationship outside your own. You might think of it as the opposite of jealousy. Some people experience compersion pretty easily and naturally. Other people really have to work to get there.

While I know some people who claim to just not be jealous at all, most people have to wrestle with this. It can be a bitch. In my experience, “jealousy” is just “fear” dressed up a little. Saying you’re jealous that your boyfriend kissed that girl is another way of saying you’re scared. Scared that he likes her more than you, scared that he’ll dump you for her, scared that he won’t enjoy kissing you any more. In case this isn’t clear enough, I’m saying jealousy is an emotional response. Scroll back up and re-read everything I just said about emotions. Go ahead, I’ll wait. 🙂

That said, I have a couple of additional strategies I can offer for trying to handle jealousy:

Try to picture the situation with the roles reversed. Okay, so you’re jealous because you saw your boyfriend kiss another girl. And really, if you think about it, what you really mean is you’re scared he won’t be interested in you any more. Fair enough, I’ve felt that feeling too. I hear you. But try to picture the roles reversed. Look around the bar. Find someone you find attractive, someone you’re really like to lay a long, lingering, smoldering kiss on. Picture it. Take some time to really wallow in that image and feeling. And then think about breaking the kiss and wandering back over to your boyfriend with a big damn grin on your face. Are you happy? In a good mood? Euphoric even? And do you still want to lay a big kiss on your boyfriend? If anything, I expect you might find that the first kiss only makes the second kiss feel even hotter and steamier. Yeah? (And if not… err, umm… maybe this is the time to consider whether an open relationship really, truly works for you.) But let’s assume you can imagine that bit of role playing. Okay, back to reality. That’s how your boyfriend feels too. That kiss he shared with another person (almost certainly) did not dampen his enthusiasm for you. If anything, it probably heightened it! If you can really wrap your head around it, this is the heart of compersion. If you love someone, you want them to be happy. And the happier they are, the more readily they will share that happiness and joy with you. I’m not saying it’s easy. People tend to need a hell of a long time to work on this.

Resist the urge to construct new relationship rules to eliminate jealousy. Again, I encourage you to re-read the above passage on emotions. Trying to have someone else change their behavior to eliminate your jealousy almost certainly won’t work. Nor is it someone else’s job to “fix” your jealousy. Your partners should react to your jealousy with kindness, sympathy, understanding and heaping buckets of reassurance and love. But they should also respect you enough to let you own the emotion and try to work through it the best you can. In the end, that’s the only way to ever grow past it.

 

NRE

Here’s another buzzword you’ll likely encounter in various forums about open relationships and polyamory, “NRE”. It stands for “new relationship energy”. When I was a kid, it was called “puppy love”. It’s that stage that tends to happen early in new relationships, where you are just head over heels crazy about another person. They are the most fascinating person you’ve ever met, you want to spend every bit of free time with them, often to the exclusion of other activities and relationships. You’re ready to uproot your life, quit your job, move across the country, all for this person you’ve known for two weeks over Facebook. May I gently suggest you resist that urge, at least for a bit? 🙂

NRE is a drug. I mean that metaphorically, but also somewhat literally. NRE is a rush of hormones surging through your brain. It’s a really good drug. It’s a crazy fun drug! But like most drugs, it can impair your judgement. Don’t make major life decisions while on drugs. When you’re on drugs, it is especially wise to trust the advice of your closest friends and loved ones. Lean on them for perspective and guidance. Recognize NRE for what it is when it happens. Savor the rush; it usually doesn’t last terribly long and you should enjoy it while you can. But don’t let it goad you into ignoring the rest of your life and relationships and making some dreadful mistakes.

Rules

Most people who venture into some form of open relationships attempt to construct some set of rules about what is and isn’t allowed. “You can’t sleep with any of my friends.” “Not in our bed.” “No overnight stays.” “You can fool around, but you can’t put your dick in her.” I don’t think there’s any one set of rules that’s perfect for everybody. We all have our own unique wants and needs. But here are some suggestions for how to figure out what the right set of rules are for your relationship(s).

Try to make sure any rules are the joint effort of all parties involved; don’t let one person dictate the rules. Give this a try: Have everyone attempt to write out a list of the rules they think would be useful. Then come together and read the rules to each other. Discuss them. Ask questions. “I can kiss someone, but only if we’re standing? What’s that about? What are you trying to accomplish with this one?” The goal isn’t to attack or critique, but just trying to make sure you understand. Once you understand where each person is coming from, you can start investigating whether there’s a common ground that will work for all parties involved.

There’s nothing that says the rules have to be symmetrical. You might be inclined to say, “Well if I can’t date your co-workers, then you can’t date mine!” Don’t be that way. Only insist on rules that are really important to you. And if that leads to an asymmetrical rule, that’s just fine.

There can be a temptation to push right up against the edge of a rule and grind against it so hard you break the skin. Don’t. Do. It. Don’t be the kind of jerk that says, “You said he couldn’t fuck me, so he didn’t. All I let him do was slide his cock against my open pussy lips, but he didn’t put it in!” When in doubt, err generously on the side of doing too little.

Always go as slow as the slowest partner. If they aren’t there yet, they just aren’t and you’re better off being patient.

Rules will quite likely evolve over time. That’s perfectly natural and even expected. Just make sure that you talk about them, a lot, and before it is a critical issue. Most people who manage to make open relationships work over the long haul start with fairly lengthy and explicit rules, and over time the rules get shorter and simpler. Start where you need to in order to find a level of security and comfort. Don’t feel any pressure to make your relationship rules look identical to someone who has been doing this for twenty years.

 

Models

It seems like there are as many different forms of open relationships or polyamory as there are people doing it. I know people who live as a closed fidelity group with no relationships with “outside” people, I’ve heard of folk who practice a “don’t ask, don’t tell” strategy, there are relationships where the partners are allowed to fool around but only with other women (sometimes called a “one-penis policy”). While I have opinions about the wisdom of some models versus others, I try to say “Well, if it works for them… their kink is okay.” As long as the arrangement was reached in an open, honest fashion, who am I to say they’re doing it wrong.

Here’s what I’m leading to; don’t spend a lot of effort trying to make your relationship fit someone else’s example. There’s no real substitute for talking this all out with your partner(s), repeatedly. Figure out what their priorities and needs are. Figure out what yours are. See if they can fit together in a workable fashion. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Endings

Sometimes, relationships end. It’s sad, but true.

Resist those doubters who will snort derisively, “Well of course it didn’t last! That’s what you get for trying such an unnatural relationship!” Oh, twaddle. Even completely mainstream, vanilla, monogamous relationships end. Looking at the divorce rates, they fail much more often than they succeed. The cost of playing the game is that you might not win. It’s still worth trying.

And for that matter, not every relationship that ends is a “failure”. Did you behave honestly, openly, ethically? Did you grow as a person? Did you learn more about yourself, about life, about how to love? If you can say “yes” to those questions, I consider that relationship a success, no matter how brief it might have been!

 

Almost every single one of these paragraphs could have been concluded with the lines “I know this is hard. Do it anyway.”

19. July 2012 · Write a comment · Categories: personal · Tags: ,

After a suitable break of resting, photos, a snack, a little napping, I wondered if she was ready for round two. She was flat on her back, resting with eyes closed, not quite asleep but not far from it. Very gently, I started brushing my fingers against her wet, sticky lips. She let that continue for several strokes before a big smile came across her face and her eyes fluttered open. I murmured softly against her ear. “I got cheated last time; I didn’t get to suck your pussy! Can you help me out?” Her grin grew larger and she nodded her head enthusiastically. “Give me some room to work.”, I said with a wicked smile.

She rolled to the side of the blanket and let me lie flat on my back. She rose up to her knees, and straddled my shoulders and face, one thigh on each side. I rolled my arms under her legs and wrapped around her thighs, holding her wide open and pulling her forward to my mouth. Her cunt was still wet and messy from the previous fucking, so I wasted no time on subtlety. I buried my face in her folds, sliding side to side so that my nose rutted against her clit. With a broad, flat tongue, I drew firm strokes straight up the middle, dipping into her slit and ending with a firm slurp of her lit. Over and over, until her thighs clamped rigidly against my ears and she commanded me to “Suck!” Obedient, I locked my lips around her clit hood and sucked tightly as her thighs trembled though a long, messy orgasm. I finally backed off a bit; giving her just the tiniest bit of space to recover, and then started stroking lightly with a sharp, pointed tongue, high on the shaft of her clit, just enough to keep her on the edge. Her breathing settled slightly and after a moment or two, her hips started rolling forward and back, trying to shift my tongue’s pressure back to the head of her clit. Suddenly, she stiffened and froze. “There’s someone down there!” she hissed, pointing with her chin to the trail below. I pulled my face back from her pussy just enough to grin up at her, “Well, you better be quiet then!”, and promptly started sucking in earnest. She groaned out a muted little, “fuck” and braced her palms against my scalp as I sucked furiously until her thighs went rigid and her nails dug into my scalp. I held suction on her clit, stretching out her orgasm as long as I could until she pushed back from my face saying “Okay, okay, okay, I can’t take that any more!”

I smiley hugely and said, “On your hands and knees, then.” Her eyes grew larger and she dropped to all fours, facing the waterfall and the path below. I knelt behind her and nudged her knees farther apart. I pressed between her shoulder blades until her chest was crushed against the mexican blanket and her ass was jutting up in the air. Inching forward, I pushed my cock past her tight lips and sank deep into her. She exhaled a sharp, muted, “Oh!” as her eyes followed the hikers around the waterfall, making sure they didn’t look up suddenly. I knew I didn’t have long, as this position drove her out of her mind.

I grabbed her hips and plunged forward repeatedly, my balls swaying back and forth, bumping her clit. I looked down her back, over her shoulders, at the kids clambering over boulders around the basin of the falls. Feeling the sun on my back, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and settled just that tiniest bit deeper into her pussy. Reaching forward, I plunged my fingers into her hair close to the scalp and pulled back. Her head reared back and her hips pressed back against me that much harder, while I continued thrusting into her. The walls of her pussy began to spasm and I couldn’t hold it any longer. One more time, I thrust as deeply as I could and felt the head of my cock throb and pulse, filling her with a surge of hot jism. She panted and whimper, feeling me stretch her out and press tightly forward. Panting, I fell forward and pressed her flat. I laid against her back, listening to our panting slow and watching the mist from the waterfall.

17. July 2012 · Write a comment · Categories: personal · Tags: ,

It only took a half hour of hiking on the trail before we found the waterfall, almost twice as tall as Niagara and with nary a soul in sight. We scrambled up a series of rock slides until we reached a clearing atop a large boulder, with an amazing view of the waterfall and well-hidden from the hiking trail below. We were already sweaty from the hike, so we didn’t need any encouragement to strip down and cool off. A couple of mexican blankets were laid atop the curly moss, backpacks were set aside and clothes were peeled off, all in record time.

At first, we just lazed in peace, cooling off in the faint breeze, enjoying the dappled sunlight filtering through the tree canopy, listening to the cascading roar of the waterfall. I shifted position and rolled on my side. Sliding down a bit, I lowered my mouth over my partner’s nipple, giving a long, languorous suck. Her nipple stiffened in my mouth and I sucked harder, pulling at it until I heard her breath catch and a slight moan escape from her mouth. I started dragging my teeth along her areola, while I used my free hand to start stroking her other nipple.

Now I had her undivided attention. She rolled on her side to face me, pulling one nipple from my mouth and pushing the other towards my face. She cocked her leg, opening her thighs and inviting my fingers to play, pet and stroke. I brushed my fingers through the small thatch of hair on her mons and then dragged my fingers across her labia. I pressed her lips together with my thumb and index finger and rolled them against each other, trapping the root of her clitoris against the gentle pressure. She’s an impatient lover, and pushed her hips forward, seeking more intense stimulation. I slipped my fingers between her lips, gathering a little moisture from the hungry mouth of her pussy and dragging it over her clit until it was slippery and stiff. Her panting reached a pitch and she groaned out a small orgasm while I sucked and stroked.

When she couldn’t take any more, she placed a palm against my chest and pushed me onto my back. She rolled onto her knees and her mouth engulfed my cock in one motion. Her hair cascading down, brushing my hips as she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. Her nose buried into my pubes as she took my cock as deep into her mouth as she dared. I reached my hand over and grabbed a handful of her ass cheek, squeezing, mauling. When I pressed her cheeks apart just right, I could hear a wet, slick noise as her pussy lips parted and came back together.

Her impatience won out again (as it always does) and she pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet, slurping noise. I rolled out of the way and let her lie back on the blankets, knees parted and lifted in the air. I knelt between her knees and she grabbed my shaft in her hand and guided it towards her wet cleft. Leaning forward, I sank into her. With the first push, I buried the head of my cock inside her. I pulled back to gather some moist and sank another inch deeper, then pulled back again and sank deeper still. Finally I got seated all the way inside her, our pubic bones pressed together and her thighs clenched against my hips.  I rocked back on my heels, pulling almost all the way out, then lurched forward again, setting up long, slow, full strokes in and out. She whimpered a bit in frustration, wanting the hard, fast fucking that would give her the immediate gratification of an orgasm. I grinned and ignored her cries. A slow, deep fucking wouldn’t give her the immediate release she craved, but the eventual climax would be all the grander for the waiting and anticipation. I kept the pace, pausing occasionally to dip my head and suck hungrily and nibble lightly at her nipple until she winced. She lolled her head back sharply, looking behind her at the cascading water of the falls as her cunt started grasping at the shaft of my prick. I looked over her shoulder at the waterfall and increased my pace, driving into her until she stiffed and fell into a rolling wave of orgasms. I pressed harder and faster until I felt my own orgasm boiling up from my scrotum. My balls slapped loudly against her ass until I finally fell forward, filling her pussy with my cum. I held that pose for several seconds, breathing heavily, feeling my cock throb and surge, squeezing out the last few drops.

11. July 2012 · Write a comment · Categories: personal · Tags:

When I was in high school, I started a phone friendship with a girl who lived in my hometown, but attended a different school. We talked frequently, perhaps even daily, for a few months. There was some chemistry, and then some flirting, but we lived across town from each other and hadn’t met in person to pursue anything beyond that.

That Summer, I finally got my drivers license. We swiftly arranged a double date with the two of us, and her best friend and some other guy. We saw a movie at the mall, got a bite to eat afterwards and had a reasonably chaste kiss to end the night. All well and good. So good that the girl and I followed it up with another date soon thereafter. After the date, she chatted with her best friend about it, and this is how the conversation was relayed to me.

“How was it? Did you have fun? Or is he all talk?”

“All talk? Well, let’s just say he is… exceeding oral.”