Monday Planning

The lazy Monday sun shone through the curtains as I was on my computer, mindlessly scrolling social media. I was off today, actually all week, so I had all the time in the world. But, my mind was not on the various pieces of ragebait I saw, but on what I should plan for the big event. I had a good idea on what the three women wanted and didn’t want, but I had another, slightly more important woman to think of: Maris.

Obviously, this will be a collaborative effort, and we will discuss it in person, but I still want to make sure I really focus on what Maris wants.

With all our other sex, Maris liked long, deep contact, though dipping into hard and fast when she wanted was also required. She really needed to be in “micro-control”, as I internally termed it. When we were first dating, she could only ever be on top, and I couldn’t touch her. She had her own physical rhythms that needed to be considered, too much would overwhelm her, too little would be understimulating. We were able to come up with the number system, a system that regulates both the physical and emotional intensity of the scene, and this did a wonder. I could be on top and Maris could still control things with remarkable fidelity.

Looking back on the scenes, it seemed she preferred to have our moments sequentially. First, I fuck the cake, then she fucks one or both of us. Granted, we have done a grand total of two scenes, so there may be many other variables I haven’t considered. She also wanted more interaction with the scene, but it would still be good to know if she meant just from a character perspective, a physical perspective, or both.

One thing I know for certain is that Maris often has the same hangups that I do, she wants to make sure that she knows I am enjoying myself. Usually, I am quite easy going, but I think she wants to really make sure I am getting everything I can from these little adventures.

My natural easy-going nature can be great, as I can adapt to basically any whim that Maris has, but it can also be a bit frustrating. I remember when Maris got into pottery for a hot minute she was constantly trying to check in with me to see how I liked it. Sure, it can be a bit suffocating, feeling I need to “perform” my enjoyment, but we also worked that out with some communication. If, at any point, I mention rutabaga, Maris knows I’m not having a good time, but want to hide that for social reasons.

The first time I actually invoked that ‘safeword’, I was kind of nervous. It was some weird art thing (or was it a game thing, I really can’t remember), and I was kind of worried that she was going to be mad or something. But, she heard the word, excused herself from what she was doing, and we talked about what was happening. No judgement, no harsh terms, no guilt tripping, no “I always do what you want to do”, certainly better than my last girlfriend.

Anyways! Back on track! Before our planning night, I want to get a rough idea of what I want to do with each woman. Daisy would be easiest to think of. Not only do I find her the most attractive (seriously, how does Maris know that before I do?), but we can easily do a couple-is-dominated-by-a-third thing. Or... Maris and Daisy could be the couple, and Daisy is using me for something... That might be interesting.

Atlanta is a bit tricky, though I suppose we could do a simple worship thing. Maybe the greater context could be a masseuse wanting to get rid of all the stress in my body. This would also allow for incredible flexibility for Maris’s role. She could be a co-massuese (para-massuese, like para-medic?) working on me at the same time, or she could be the receptionist seeing the whole thing play out.

Rachel is a bit trickier. She obviously is there for a good time, but seems to not quite understand the dynamic. Honestly, and I hate to admit this, but I think the best thing for Rachel might be just... meeting up and fucking. Depending on Rachel herself, Maris might find this super exciting, or incredibly boring. Could do a flower child, summer of love, sort of deal, where Maris basically lends me to Rachel like you would lend a jacket. This one I really need to talk to Maris about.

Honestly, this took a bit longer than I expected. I had four hot women wanting to fuck me, and it was hard to get any ideas! I don’t know if that says something really good, or something really bad, about me. Either way, morning had quickly turned into evening, which quickly turned into night.

Maris called me over to the table, another set of three pamphlets on the table. She had a whiteboard, a calendar, lots of paper, and pens of varying colours.

“Ready?” She asked as if we were just about to do... something that wasn’t planning to fuck three different women.

I cleared my throat, “Actually, yes. I’ve got some basic ideas down,” I grabbed a small piece of paper, which looked rather paltry compared to what Maris laid out, “I think we both could really make this something interesting.”

“First, I want to go over Daisy. I know she is the most physically attractive, and also the only one to be explicitly bisexual, so I think that is an interesting place to start.” Maris talked while moving aside sheets for Rachel and Atlanta, as if she had done this a hundred times, “While I obviously have my own ideas, I do want to hear yours.”

“I had two ideas, one, we could...”

The talk lasted, a kid you not, three hours. But, during that time, Maris was excited, almost as excited as during the event. Each idea I brought up prompted two from her. When I mentioned my wants, she listened with rapt attention, really absorbing that information. We went over what I want, what she wanted, had a small detour into the workings of the Ottoman empire for some reason, and were trying to weave together scenes and characters. We had laptops, each with a wealth of media, both sexual and non-sexual, to get inspiration from. Our plans ping-ponged from idea to idea, as we both suggested things, shot them down, enhanced, changed, combined, and separated concepts.

About half way through, Maris had gotten up for something, and I noticed she was not wearing anything under her waist. No pants, no skirt, no underwear, nothing but the pubs on her pelvis. And she was almost exaggeratedly wet. Like some filmmaker wanted to show she was wet, but only had a shitty camcorder that had to be placed across the room. Like a comedy hentai that featured a admitted slut. I swear she was literally dripping as she walked, like she had a leaky bucket of water. God I love that woman.

Of course, she sat back down without saying a word. I think she planned to not wear anything to entice me, to make this even sexier, but we were too focused on planning the event.