In my Monday post, I noted that SwingBot can get me going when I am not even thinking about sex. Sometimes he can do that to his detriment, as he did on Saturday night.
BG provided a lovely summary of this Tuesday’s threesome and I posted it (with his permission) on Wednesday. Here are some additional notes that I have from the evening.
Since play dates can run late and BG has a half-hour drive (after wearing himself out), we agreed that he sends a “home safe” message when he gets home. This morning, his “home safe” message surprised me with a write-up of last night. BG agreed to let me post it, and I thought his perspective to a play date would make an interesting entry. The following are his words:
We rescheduled this week’s play date from Tuesday to Wednesday. Poor BG; not only did he have to wait an extra week for play (since we canceled last week), but then he had to wait one more day, on top of that!
As on Christmas Day, sex took over the actual plans.
I just sat and calculated it. We did not have a threesome in over a month. That explains why I was pining for some DP activity these last two weeks, and so eager to be the center of a sexy sandwich.
SwingBot secretly hates having sex. He even breaks his bones to get out of it!
Warning: This is very long. I probably should have split it into separate posts, but here it is, in all its wordy glory.
Two weeks ago, the planets aligned in such a way to tell me, “No sex for you!” I responded with frustration and two less-than-fulfilling masturbation sessions. Then SwingBot fucked me in the shower and got me excited again. Eagerness renewed, I tried masturbating again, and still found a lack of success. Then the next two nights were filled with success… for me, anyway.
Last Saturday, we had BG over for our third date within one week. That might be a bit too much in such a short time, but I did enjoy myself.
Deprive a “swingle” of his expected playtime and he shall return for more. At least, that seemed to be the case this week.