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Month: April 2018

I Love The Word Cunt

You may have noticed whilst reading this blog that I use the word cunt a lot here. It is my favourite word for so many reasons. It is so rare for a single word to be able to enrage, excite, upset, or offend – no other word can do the same. It is such a simple word, one syllable, crisp sound, straight forward spelling and yet it has so much power. Cunt is one of the few remaining words in the English language with a genuine power to shock.

I try to use cunt as much as I can both in the context of a vulgar word for female genitalia and as a term of disparagement, even though it is generally regarded as unsuitable for normal public usage. As a term of disparagement, it is second to none. Sometimes cunt is just the only adequate word to describe a person, it is the only word that contains the venom!

I realise that this is now the more common usage, but I think the word is best used for female genitalia. I use pussy in fairly polite company, but I use cunt as much as I can (including in this blog). I much prefer it. I love the way it sounds; I love the slight harshness of the word. I’m with those that think of cunt as a positive word, a badge of honour to be celebrated. I don’t subscribe to the belief that it is a disparaging term that reinforces a dehumanisation of women by reducing them to body parts. No, I’m proud of my cunt, and I’m proud to use the word cunt as frequently as I can without causing problems.

It is also the single word that gets my cunt instantly wet. My husband can lean over and whisper in my ear how he is going to fill my greedy cunt later on, and within seconds, I’m wet, horny, and looking for a way to get alone with him. It was the use of a whispered cunt that led to me removing my panties for him for the first time. It was the use of a firmly spoken cunt that led to me first opening my legs and letting my husband lick me. It was the use of a loudly spoken cunt that led to me being fucked over a fallen tree in a remote part of a forest. It was the use of a whispered cunt that led to the first time we fucked on someone else’s sofa.

I also use a lot of other cunt-based words and phrases. Firstly, vagina or vaginal are often inaccurate as terms which often should refer instead to a vulva rather than a vagina. That inaccuracy annoys me. I hate other euphemistic terms like snatch and clunge even more. I find vajajay to be mildly amusing, but don’t really use the term much. Pussy is the best of the rest, but I would happily use cunt exclusively if society would permit.

Secondly, the use of vaginal in phrases is inconsistent with the short crispness of the words anal and oral. Cuntal however is a term that is in keeping, and works seamlessly in all cases, (for example, anal sex, cuntal sex and oral sex). I specifically like cuntal and the cuntal region as they are clearly defined even if you have never heard the terms.

Thirdly, terms such as fuck are not specifically cuntal by nature. For us, a fuck could be almost any penetrative sexual act. (For example, if I’m going to fuck my husband, that means a strap-on buried in his ass). Therefore, to correctly specify the type of fuck, the word cunt is again better than vagina (e.g., ass fuck, cunt fuck and mouth fuck).

The first time I heard my husband use the word cunt was in the early days of our relationship when he said he wanted to do a cunt inspection. It felt so good to have him intimately inspect me in great detail, as I did (and still do) love any touch of him on my body, but I was also pleased by his use of the word cunt. When he saw the happiness and enjoyment I got from the cunt inspections, he added cunt maintenance (and later, ass inspections and ass maintenance too). We both still enjoy doing them all on a regular basis, and now we have Victoria, he has second opportunity for inspections and maintenance, and he sometimes has a cunt buffet (where he has two cunts available to lick at the same time and he can switch backwards and forward between the two). Unsurprisingly, he likes those!

As we are both very comfortable with the word cunt, we use cunt-based phrases regularly. He’s particularly pleased when I have a cunt leak; he loves the mixture of his cum and my cunt juice oozing out of my cunt given my pantyless state, especially when I am out and about. Where I can, I like to leave the mess for him to clean up, which he is normally eager to do. I’m not sure he realises the amount of willpower it takes for me to have a messy cunt, as historically, I didn’t really like being left in a messy state and would go almost immediately to clean up. He seems intent on making me have a messy cunt as often as possible, and all the practice is making it easier to leave it for him. He delights if I have a cunt pearl, which is the first drop of semen secreting from my cunt in a cream pie. He’s a very skilled cunt licker, after he was extensively trained in the task by some girls at uni. I also frequently do cunt skimming, where I wear no panties (obviously) and a skirt that is so short that you can see my cunt. I only do that in adult company though with people who will appreciate it.

There are so many other phrases that are just better with the word cunt. Cunt lips and cunt flaps are two I love (although I do use piss flaps in pissy contexts). Honey Cunt is a lovely crisp name for a dessert. My husband likes Cummy Cunt too, although that is more of a starter, and he often partakes of cunt gobbling, which is the act of viciously devouring a cunt.

We’ve also enjoyed cunt chugging, which is the act of pouring a beer or champagne into my cunt then turning me over to chug the drink directly out of my cunt, and afterwards, I would need to have a cunt flush, which is a good wash out with a douche or even shower attachment, a rare treat, but sometimes a necessity.

With the snow a few years ago, before I had my Mirena, the timing of my period was such that I was able to do a cunt slushy, which is when I sat in the snow and my period blood mixed with it, to create a pink slushy-like substance. That was fun, although rather cold! Previously, my period was never well timed, and I’d not been able to tick this one off the list before.

I have so many happy memories associated with the word cunt. I love the word cunt. I think it will be my favourite word for ever.

Fucking Our Friend Victoria (Part One)

We hadn’t seen Victoria for about three months since she sucked off my husband and cum-kissed me. It wasn’t for any reason of awkwardness, more that her work took her to the other end of the country.

When she did finally get work our way, I suggested she stay with us, and that there would always be a bed for her with us. I hoped she would remember that there was only one bed in our place, but that it was a super king size, so there was more than enough room for three. Without explicitly saying, I was offering more than a blow job and cummy kiss. Happily, she realised, and she was eager to fuck too.

Having dealt with the weirdness of arranging a visit which we all knew would end up with fucking, but neither of us actually said so (not something to which we give a second thought now), Vicki and I had a long girly chat on the phone one evening, when my husband was working late.

It was a really lovely chat. Basically, she was happy to go along with what we decided. Ideally, she wanted cock and cum, she wanted kink, she wanted to fuck me, and she was very happy to teach me anything I wanted to know. In return, I knew my husband wanted to fuck her ass (he always had since he first saw it in a tight pair of jeans) and so I told her. Of course, he’d fuck her cunt too, and I explained about his preference for cunt and ass rather than blow jobs, and I said her taste for cum would quite often be filled by snowballing or cleaning his cock with her mouth. She was happy with that. I was also there to provide cunt and to be an eager lesbian student. She was happy with that too!

We also made a rather a monumental decision – my husband would fuck her bareback, just like he fucks me. She hates condoms too (as do we) and loves the feeling of cum being deposited in her holes (as do I!). She has a Mirena too, so we didn’t need to worry about pregnancy, and we agreed we would all have sexual health checks the week before (and then be exclusive from then until our time together). She also memorised our safe word, and we both went through our red lines over which we will not step. Like ours, her red lines were minimal, but important.

The scene was set. The tests were all carried out and proved clear, and the evening of her arrival soon came.

She walked through the door in a stunning business suit. She came up to me, put her arms round me as if to hug me, yet started to gently kiss me. The gentle kiss turned into a full-blown tonsil-sucking snog that went on for ages. It was an amazing kiss. As we eventually broke, we looked lovingly into each other’s eyes. She said she’d wanted to do that for ages, and I told her she could do it whenever she wanted.

She turned round to my husband and threw her arms round his neck and started snogging him. Weirdly, I felt really proud. As she was sucking on his tonsils, I realised that it was actually happening. We’d got ourselves a lover. Lips are for lovers, and she can have all 4 of mine. My husband would be doing disgusting things with her within a matter of seconds, and I fucking loved it. I was immensely happy to be sharing my man (of which she was insanely jealous at one point) and I wanted him to make her squirm, scream and cum like he has always made me. He’s an enormously attentive lover, so I’m sure he would. She also said on the phone that I’d probably cum more in that day than in any other. I knew I wouldn’t be getting my husband’s cock any more that day (as I had my daily fuck in the morning before work), but I’d be getting the best she can do in between him ploughing her. I couldn’t wait.

As they snogged, she used her right hand to play with his cock through his trousers. I decided to help, so I reached round her and undid his trousers, slipping them to the floor. (He wasn’t wearing pants in expectation). As I stepped back to admire her now playing with his cock, I realised I could undo her skirt at the back and slip that down. She wasn’t wearing panties and as well as her ass, I got to view my husband’s cock getting very hard in her hand.

Being careful to step out of the clothes, he manoeuvred her round so that she was resting against the wall (all without breaking the kiss). Then, he pushed his cock between her cunt flaps and then, firmly drove his cock deep into her cunt. She cried out with pleasure (finally breaking the kiss) and then he began a firm steady hard rhythm, penetrating her against an unyielding wall, and then coming almost all the way out on every stroke. His drive is really powerful against a hard wall, and she was getting every ounce of that drive. I stepped back to take in the full majesty of his every thrust. Her body seemed to recoil at each drive, then follow him back as he pulled out.

I could see from his face that he was well in control, despite his cock being hard and enormous, so he wasn’t about to come any time soon. She was though I thought, as her body started to push against his cock and writhe around a little. As she came, she grabbed on to him tightly, but he didn’t break rhythm. She opened her eyes, and looked at him, and realised what he was going to do.

And so, with her arms round his neck, she held on for the ride. He made her cum four times in total before he lost control and filled her cunt with cum. As his cock slipped out of her cunt, her legs slightly collapsed, so I sat her on the edge of the chair that lives in our hall. She leant back and he stepped over her legs to dangle his cock in her face. She wasn’t about to be able to get him hard so soon, but she was able to clean his cock with her mouth. In the meantime, I opened her legs a little, dropped to my knees and started licking at her cunt. I like the taste of cum (I just don’t like having to give a blow job to get it), so sucking cum out of Victoria’s cunt was an ideal way for me to get it. As I flicked my tongue over her clit, I felt her body twitch, and the evil part of me decided to see if I could get her to cum some more. I managed two more orgasms from her before her body gave out, and we left her to rest, still in the hall, naked from the waist down and slumped in a chair.

Soon, she might come out of the hall and get into the main part of our home!

Not An Act Of Dominance

My husband was lying on our wooden floor, his head resting on a small square pillow. He was staring longingly up at me, standing naked over him. He had a great view of my cunt and up to my 34H tits.

I knelt down, with the lower part of my legs either side of his head and my cunt lined up with his mouth. I wasn’t facesitting, I was taking the weight, but my cunt was firmly in contact with his mouth. He used his tongue to locate my pisshole and then latched his mouth in the right position. This was a well-rehearsed positioning; he knew exactly where he needed to be.

He also knew to just stretch this out a little. Each second he made me wait with a ridiculously full bladder was a second of the kind of agony I love, a second of danger, and when he was ready, and when he thought I could hold it no longer, he tapped me gently on my ass with his hand, and that was my signal to release my hold and allow my hot piss to flow out into his mouth.

It was a well-practised exercise, as we wanted my flow to be just right. Too slow and it was frustrating for him, leaving him sucking on air and having only a drop of piss in his mouth each time he had to swallow. Too fast and it flooded out of his mouth and went everywhere. It is quite difficult to regulate a stream when you have a bladder full to bursting, but it is something I’ve mastered fairly well over the months we’ve been doing this. With a flow that is just right, he can gulp down all my piss with a pleasing yet challenging rhythm and keep flicking his tongue over my cunt to keep me clean.

Once my bladder is empty, he cleans and dries me with his tongue, and then he’ll attempt to lick me to orgasm unless I sit up and move my cunt away from his mouth. Whether I get licked to orgasm is entirely up to me, but I rarely pull away.

We first explored this particular watersports act because he wanted to try it. I didn’t really, but I wanted to please him, so I did try it. I wasn’t expecting us to feel such an amazing connection doing it, and to enjoy it so much. There is something wonderful and indescribable about someone wanting to suck on your pisshole and drink your warm piss as it emanates from you. He isn’t interested in drinking it out of glass, just straight from my pisshole, and it is that touching that makes this a very special activity. It also brings feelings to me of a provider / provide relationship, where he is eager to feed from me and I am eager to provide, a bit like breast feeding I suppose. It is a very emotional thing for us to do.

I’ve mentioned this in a number of places, and very soon, it brings out all the comments about dominance and subservience. It is the norm with acts such as these that it is about dominance, that he secretly wants to be dominated. It must be, after all, why would someone do that?

Someone would do that because they love the connection with their partner, the emotions, the sensations. I wasn’t expecting to get an amazing emotional connection from it, but I do. I really don’t know why, but it makes me feel loved. It is much the same for him. He is amazed someone would want to piss in his mouth in such a way, and it makes him feel loved too. He has a thing about liquids emanating from my body, and it had to be not be messy so we can just do it at a whim.

It is one of the things that annoys me about a lot of kink related places; the assumption that an act is always about the same thing for everyone that does it. Whilst for many, it is about dominance and subservience, for us, this is an act about connection, about love, and yes, about drinking from me and of me. There isn’t an ounce of power games in our relationship, yet everyone thinks there must be.

After all, him giving me a dose of anal at 6 in the morning whilst I’m not really awake must be about him exerting power over me. Us playing games where I try to hold onto my piss until it is so painful must be about him exerting power over me. Me pegging him and trying to get his ass to take a larger dildo must be about me exerting power over him.

No.

None of it is about power. We love each other and we like doing things to each other to make us happy, give us pleasure and to show how much we love each other. We love doing things where we are intimate, where we are close and I have to admit I have excitement each time I break a taboo like this, even if I’ve done it before.

Of all the things that we do, of all the ways we are intimate, one of those most intimate is when we are participating in watersports. I think many people rule watersports out very quickly, focussing on the whole liquids and mess thing, without realising the intimacy and closeness it can bring.

Another thing people focus on is the whole drinking thing. But it took a couple of years to progress to that, and even now, I don’t drink it often, but it does not detract from my love of watersports. In fact, the most intimate watersports position doesn’t involve drinking piss at all; he sits on the floor on some towels, legs together and straight out and cock and balls resting on top of his legs. I sit on his lap facing him, arms around his neck, my face very close to his and my cunt quivering just above his cock. In this position, we can kiss very passionately, and when I’m ready, I can release my stream and it will land on his cock and balls. The training to hold my piss for a long time and to have a controlled release means the pissing and kissing can go on for quite a while. It is so intimate. We quite often carry on kissing long after the pissing has finished. I don’t want the situation to end.

A variant of that position is to rest the tip of his cock up against my pisshole, so that my piss has to force itself past his glans. If he is partially hard, we’ve found that he can hold his position against my stream, and this means that my piss sprays around and covers both of our crotches. That spraying is a joyful experience, but the positioning is hard to get right.

We’ve even on occasion managed to get me pissing whilst his cock is firmly buried in my cunt (in another variant of the same position). That is quite a difficult position mentally, as my brain wants to go sexy, and that invariably stops my piss from flowing. But the feeling he got was amazing: a focussed powerful jet of piss on the area of skin directly above his cock, again with the ricochet liberally covering both our crotches. I could feel the effect it was having making him harder, although that made it harder for me to carry on too.

Watersports gives us a level of intimacy that it is hard to surpass, and it has surprisingly become a big part of our emotional connection.

Introducing Victoria

Our good friend Victoria is amazing. She has a lovely personality and a fabulous body. She’s the type of woman that most men feel is out of their reach. But Vicki has taken about ten years to discover her sexuality and to become happy with it.

In her late teens, she was all about men. She loved fucking them but hated the whole “partner” thing, especially as the kind of men who would go out with her were assholes and the decent fellas were scared away by something.

So, whilst she was at university, she progressed onto women. Sadly, the result was the same; she loved fucking them but hated the whole “partner” thing.

By the end of her time at university, she had decided that (despite social pressure to conform) partner relationships weren’t for her, and casual sex was in. Whilst that meant that she had years of frequent fucking (with all genders), she still wasn’t comfortable with herself. She even started to back away from sex completely, as it was easier and allowed her to focus on her career. But she was unfulfilled, and eventually decided to talk to some professionals to work out what was going on.

Obviously, she was pansexual, but it also transpired that she needed an emotional attachment to get the most out of sex (so not demisexual, but similar). That in itself helped her to become at ease with herself, but she was struggling with how to get some sex with an emotional attachment without the risk of a potential partner relationship forming.

I wasn’t struggling. It was obvious to me. What she needed to do was fuck a friend or two. And I knew the two friends I thought she should fuck.

I was on a sexual high anyway, as we’d just had our first sex party, and since my own pan revelation, I had been thinking of how I could explore this in a way my husband would approve. As I said at the top, she is gorgeous and knows how to fuck ladies, so she would be great for me to learn from. She also knows how to fuck men but has frequently been dissatisfied. When we spoke about me and my husband fucking, she always said how jealous she was of me having him, of how he read me and of how he made me feel. Well, he could fuck her too if she wanted; I knew she was one of my friends that he really wanted to fuck. I came to the conclusion that I felt the same. In my mind, it was a perfect plan. I’m sure my husband wouldn’t argue – he’d be happy to fuck her, and he’d be super happy to watch us fuck. She was the one I was unsure of, and I didn’t want to risk our friendship, so decided to wait and pick my moment to make an offer.

That moment came after a wait of three months. She was lamenting how she hadn’t tasted cum in months, and she was looking for an opportunity to get some. I had a split second to decide to go for it, and I did, saying that she should ask my husband, as I’m sure he could spare some.

Initially she laughed, but once she ascertained I was serious and was happy for her to suck him off (whilst watching of course), she started to consider to the idea, even after I told her of my husband’s insistence of exposed tits for any blow job. He was due home within the hour, so she could ask him then if she wanted. We spent the next hour with her getting herself excited at the prospect.

He’d been home about ten minutes when she said that I said he might be able to help her with a problem. He probably thought she meant with her computer when he said he’d do what he could. When she said she wanted to taste cum and hoped he’d have a load for her, I saw his eyes look in my direction. I had a broad grin on my face, so that was all the confirmation he needed. He instructed her onto her knees on the floor and stood with his crotch by her face. She started to lift her hands to his fly, but he stopped her and told her to unbutton her blouse and lift her tits out of her bra cups. Only once she carried this out was she allowed to undo his belt and trousers and let them fall to the ground. Her tits were amazing. She is a 32GG, and I felt breathless at the thought of running my tongue round her fabulously puffy nipples, but that was for another day.

I was snapped back to reality by her starting to work on my husband’s already awakening cock. I was sitting behind him and slightly to the side, so I could see his cock disappearing into her mouth, and some of his ass. I wondered if she’d like to fuck his ass with a strap-on. He loved that, but my energy levels mean that I can’t do that as much as I’d wish. I looked up at his face, to see him smiling divinely, as he stroked her head and played with her hair. I bet his view was great, of her mouth running up and down his shaft and of her bare tits and puffy nipples beyond.

Thinking back, I would have thought I’d be jealous at this point, but I didn’t feel jealous, more proud really. I always assumed I wouldn’t want someone else blowing my man, and yet I was really enjoying the spectacle. It’s clear she was an expert cock sucker, and yet he was really making her work for his cum. I could see from his face that he was fighting his release, so I focussed on her mouth running up and down his cock.

And then I saw the fabulous sight of all the muscles in his ass tensing as he deposited a load of cum in her mouth. It was a great view, and I’ll watch his ass more closely next time.

Once he’d finished squirting, she let his cock slip out of her mouth, and like all “good girls” do, she showed him her open mouth filled with his cum. Then she closed her eyes and swallowed it all in one big gulp and showed him her empty mouth.

She said it tasted wonderful, and went back to try to get some more out of him. She did manage to get a little, but this time, instead of swallowing, she crawled over to where I was and offered me a kiss. I looked at my husband and saw his face telling me to get stuck in. Prior to this, I always felt lips were for lovers, and realised that I may not be about to break that rule. I eagerly moved my head and our lips touched, and she leant forward to give me a good load.

Over her shoulder, I saw my husband drop to the floor and he lifted up the back of her skirt and flipped it over her waist, revealing her ass and cunt beneath. He could have reached out to touch her, but wasn’t sure where we both stood, so he settled for looking (and she obviously knew he was, and did nothing to spoil his view).

When we finished kissing, she thanked us both as she straightened her clothes. I would have loved to continue more that evening, but I wasn’t sure the others felt the same, so I happily accepted the teaser I had and decided to wait for next time.

Sexuality Surprise (Part Two)

I was discussing the sexuality of both myself and my husband with a tutor after an LGBTQ+ awareness session, and we pretty much agreed that it was likely that both my husband and I were demisexuals. But that wasn’t the whole picture, and she set out to show me what else was going on.

I had mentioned during the awareness session that I was bi-playful, meaning that I’d had a bit of fun with some women I knew, the kind of thing a lot of ladies do these days; you know, snogging, mutual masturbation, that sort of thing. As you may well know, bisexuality is romantic or sexual feelings or attraction to both men and women. I had been sexually attracted to certain women in the past, but again only to some I knew quite well; indeed, I did have some very confusing memories of friendships and misunderstandings, especially in my twenties. She suggested I view these bi tendencies through the lens of demisexuality.

She also made it clear that bisexual doesn’t mean an equal attraction to both sexes, so it is entirely likely that someone could be bisexual, and yet only have had serious relationships with one sex. That fits me perfectly.

Several studies comparing bisexuals with heterosexuals or homosexuals have indicated that on average bisexuals have higher rates of sexual activity, fantasy, or erotic interest, on average masturbate more and enjoy masturbation more, and on average are more experienced in different types of heterosexual contact. That too fits me perfectly. Especially when I’m in the mood, I masturbate a lot, we fuck every single day (at the moment) and I have a lot of sexual interests. I’ve also gone a lot further than many females do in terms of types of heterosexual activity, particularly with my husband.

However, when I started listing my sexual contact with females, there was rather more than I initially thought, and actually, given the steamy sex I’ve had with women, I’ve gone well beyond “playful” but not really realised it. Indeed, a friend did talk to me when I was last between partners about not restricting my partner search to men, and I was actually quite keen on the idea.

So, the first question the asked was how many men had put cocks and fingers inside my cunt? Seven (the six who’ve fucked me and one lad with his fingers at college). How many women had put their fingers inside my cunt? Four (two at uni and two since). How many women had I put my fingers inside their cunt? The same four. And finally, how many women had I snogged? Proper snogs not quick pecks. Nine (the four above plus another two at uni and another three since).

Obviously, these are very crude questions, but the point she was trying to make was that I had more than enough bi experiences and thoughts to go way further than bi-playful. She then brought up my friend with Klinefelter syndrome who I was desperately attracted too and wanted to fuck. So, in her opinion, I’m pansexual rather than bi. Pansexuality is the sexual, romantic, or emotional attraction towards people regardless of their sex or gender identity.

Pansexual Flag
The Pansexual Flag

Add that to my demisexuality, and her opinion, my likely sexuality is actually “demi-pansexual” or “demi-pan”.

Demi-Pansexual Flag
The Demi-Pansexual Flag

The tutor then brought up the possibility of my husband being bisexual. Again, through the lens of demisexuality, he might be. He hasn’t really had any close male friends to speak of (he had lots of superficial male friendships of late, but nothing close to enough for a sexual attraction), but when I mentioned to him that I would like him to have a real cock up his ass just once (so that he can feel what I feel when he ass-fucks me), he said that it would all depend on who the man was, and that none of our current friends were right. That is such a demisexual answer and gives a hint to the fact that he might be bisexual too.

I did know that he had a few gay experiences with friends when he was younger, a few things like playing with cocks, rubbing ass cheeks together, sitting on naked laps, that sort of thing. Actually, talking to him later that evening, there was rather more to it. There was a small group who started exploring each other’s bodies. For example, whilst sitting on naked laps, the person who was being sat on masturbated the sitter, and if the person being wanked came, the cum was fed to someone else. This was often done under the guise of a distracting the person being wanked from playing a computer game. They never kissed each other on the lips, but they did kiss and indeed lick each other’s ass cheeks, finally ending up licking all down their ass cracks. By the end of their time together (i.e., up until they went to uni), they were sucking on each other’s balls and giving each other full and proper blow jobs, swallowing of course, with blow job technique taught to them by one of their older sisters. I did wonder during our early relationship why he was so much of a blow job expert (and not from the cock side). He never got anywhere near anal penetration, but he did thoroughly enjoy those experiences he did have.

The final piece to his sexuality puzzle comes with reference to our friend with Klinefelter syndrome again. One evening when my husband and I were chatting, I asked whether he’d like to play with our friend’s tits. My husband said yes; he thinks tits are tits and need to be played with. He also said how great it would be to play with both our friend’s tits and his cock at the same time, and about how much he’d love to do so.

The tutor suggested that this attitude to non-binary people suggests my husband is pansexual as well, making his likely sexuality “demi-pan” as well.

So, what does all this mean?

Well firstly, we had lots to talk about. Neither of us had ever considered our sexual orientation, and yet we have a lot of experiences and feelings that needed to be explored. There were lots of stories to be told (some of which will be recounted here), and lots of thinking to be done. And lots of fucking; all this talk of sexuality, attractions and old sexual contact made us both really horny, so we ended up fucking the night away during many a discussion.

To us, labels usually aren’t usually important, but in this case, discovering our demi-pan identities has proved to be reassuring. The main thing it has done is to make sense of the reasons for us feeling the way we did in our prior life and encounters. It all makes sense now, where previously, it definitely did not.

It’s also given us a little nudge to explore our sexualities further when opportunities arise. It primarily led us to us a decision to fuck other people (as a couple), both a way of exploring sexuality and of finding interesting ways to fuck. It has, for example, show us that we need to sort friendships out before we could take a full part in a swingers club. It also gives me hope that one day I’ll see a big hard cock driving into my husband’s asshole.

We’ve never been so comfortable in our own sexualities as now and having labels has proved to be wonderfully comforting and therapeutic. We’ve been able to make connections and friends in the demisexual and bi/pansexual communities, and have even met some other demi-bi and demi-pan people; our people, a surprisingly small group.