I got set up with a sexy Brazilian Phd. and the sex was amazing. [MF]

I had been single for a few months, though I did have the occasional hook up, and I was sleeping with a married polyamorous woman who was in an open relationship occasionally. None of my friends knew that though, I was keeping that low profile given the circumstances. Well, my being unattached — when that was not a common thing for me — prompted one of my friends to try to set me up. I didn’t realize that was what was happening at the time, but it was very thoughtful, if not entirely the wrong person for me.

Here is the setup. One my friends from Brazil, Juliana, sent me a message one night asking me to meet her at a bar near her apartment. This wasn’t an entirely abnormal request and I had no real plans so I told her I’d be there in a little while. I assumed she was there with her husband and maybe a few other mutual friends — she and I never hung out 1:1 — so I took my time getting ready before meeting her at the bar. It turns out it was just her and her friend who I will call Fernanda who I hadn’t met before.

I followed her Tumblr we became friends and she ended up fucking me over and over [MF]

I have met a lot of random people online — and many of those people have become friends in real life. I am a big fan of actual human connection and learning about new people — probably one of the big reasons that I identify as polyamorous. Amongst the people I have met I made a few interesting friends on Tumblr years ago — back when it was new, and interesting, and strange, and still very porn-y. I have had the chance to meet three of those friends over the years. One was scheduled and planned and we had lunch one afternoon and a really good conversation. The only thing that was awkward was that I called him by his screen name and not his real name because… I forgot his real name.

One wandered into a bar that I was working at one summer and looked really familiar to me. Likewise, I looked very familiar to him. He connected the dots first and asked me if I was on Tubmlr when I brought him a beer — I was shocked, but said yes — and he told me he had been following me for years. Awesome.

I matched with one of my former students on Tinder [MF]

After I broke up with my girlfriend I took a few weeks to process things and figure out what I really wanted. As always, I had no idea; I was just continually refining the list of things I didn’t want in a relationship. So, once I stopped pouting and got horny again I jumped back onto Tinder.

The first night I found myself watching some random show on Netflix and swiping, swiping, swiping, swiping. Then, suddenly, I saw a face that I recognized. No, not my ex — though I wouldn’t have been surprised to see her on there. It was one of my former martial arts students. Someone I had taught when she was a teenager — when she was probably 14 – 18 — before I left that school and moved across the country. Now she was 24 or 25 and looked really great, really grown up and grown into herself. There was one other thing though, which I was reminded of, she had gotten married to another one of my former students a few years ago. What was she doing on Tinder?

The party started with tequila and ended up with a husband and wife watching us fuck in their living room [MF]

I had been dating Samantha for seven or eight months and things were going pretty well. We only saw each other once or twice a week — which was perfect — because my work was very time consuming and I really enjoyed pursuing my various hobbies when I had the time. Likewise she had four kids, a demanding job, and she was a CrossFit coach in what little spare time she had. She and her ex (well, the ex she had all the kids with) split custody of the kids so she had three or four days free each week and I would usually get two of them. Pretty good deal if you ask me. It also meant that when we would see each other it would be damn near nonstop sex the whole time since we both had some release we needed to catch up on.

One weekend a group of our friends wanted to go out to lunch at a bar for drinks before having a house party back at one of the couple’s apartments. Nine people showed up for lunch and we drank way too much tequila and had a fantastic time. The couple that were hosting us after wanted to pick up some ‘party favors’ and made a special stop off in the city to get enough for everyone who was interested. Then we all headed back to their place and I whipped up some caipirinha for everyone.

She let me finger fuck her on the dance floor [MF]

I had been dating my girlfriend for about six months and it was going really well. We had gone on trips to New York and San Francisco, met one another’s families, had been talking about opening up the relationship more, and were really enjoying exploring each other. One Saturday I was invited to a friends birthday brunch in the city and I invited her along, but she passed so I went solo. I hadn’t seen my friend in a few years and it was awesome to reconnect with her, her husband, and a few other mutual friends I knew through them.

The brunch itself was fantastic. Bottomless Mimosas and Bloody Mary, great service, and killer food. I got there early, started drinking early, and didn’t let up until the afternoon was over and the restaurant cut us off the bottomless drinks at 2 or 3 pm. By the time we got booted from the restaurant the entire group decided we were making a day of it and doing a bar crawl until evening.

We wanted to be seen, we wanted to be heard, we wanted to be caught. [MF]

I took her to New York to see a show on Broadway. Well… off Broadway… but she had never been to New York before and she wasn’t a theater expert so she didn’t know the difference. I got us front row-center seats and it was incredible. After the show we hit a few of the best tourist spots in the area, had an awesome dinner, and got to live up the experience. She was a small town girl, had gotten married and had kids very young, and never had the opportunity to just live. The only release she had was wild, uninhibited, mind-blowing sex. It seemed like a fair trade to me.

After our day in NYC we went back to our hotel and took off all our clothes. We jumped in the shower together and soaped each other up; washing the grime of the city from our bodies and teasing each other for what was coming next. Her body was incredible — she had been doing CrossFit for years — and seeing the soap cascade from her muscular shoulders and arms down her six pack and thick ass was amazing.

I met a CrossFit MILF who was absolutely fucking incredible in bed. [MF]

I decided to try out Tinder for the first time to see how it worked and got the basics of it pretty quick. A few accidental ‘Super Like’ mistakes and a few accidental ‘Right Swipe’ when I REALLY meant to ‘Left Swipe’ but overall pretty simple. I started to match with people, but my standard casual approach to online dating was not working like I was used to. I had heard that Tinder was more of a hook-up app and my preference was hooking up, but I wasn’t good at just jumping right to “meet me for a drink.” After a week or so I was on the verge of nixing the app when 80% of the people I would match with wouldn’t respond back and the 20% that did were incredibly boring.

Then, one night, I saw a profile that caught my attention. She was a few years older than me, a CrossFit coach, all her photos were of her working out. Her profile indicated she had kids which I wasn’t really into, but… who cares. I swiped right and matched with her right away. It was late, so I wrote out something to the effect of “I’m just doing some late night swiping before bed so I’m not feeling particularly clever at the moment. I’ll reach out again tomorrow and hopefully we can have a good conversation.”

I made a new friend and she invited me on an adventure. It was a good fucking adventure. [MF]

My aunt and uncle lived about an hour away from me and invited me to visit them regularly. Most of the time it was a BBQ or family gathering, sometimes it was a concert, others it was a church or community function that was important to them. I always took them up on their offers if I was free and one random weekend my uncle wanted me to go to a house party with him and my cousin at the home of some people that he knew. I thought it was an odd request, but my uncle is odd so it seemed like a good idea. I thought it would be some quiet event with people in their 60s, but I was as wrong as I could have been. Apparently, the host of the party was a big wig around town, had a lot of money, and held a regular event annually to raise money for good causes. There were live bands, lots of free alcohol, and at least a hundred people at this fully catered “house party.” My uncle knew him — because my uncle knows everyone — and was a regular guest to shindigs like this.

She had two other boyfriends… but I think I was her favorite [MF]

When I was 30 I moved across the country, changed jobs, and explored a lot of my world views and beliefs. I was familiar with ethical non-monogamy (ENM) after having read ‘The Ethical Slut’ and ‘Sex at Dawn’ and a few other books a few years prior. I tried to apply ethical practices and approaches to the way I engaged in sex and relationships. One of the things that occurred to me during my self-exploration was that I was polyamorous. I had tried partner swapping, swinging, and threeways but that never really scratched the itch that I had. When I reflected back on the partners that I did have throughout my sexual history the thing that stuck out to me the most was that the sex was better when I felt connected with them. I wasn’t just in it for the sex or the orgasm or the conquest. I liked connecting with people, caring about them, allowing myself to love them — even if it wasn’t in the traditional or normal way we like to identify love in our culture.

It turns out she wasn’t a lesbian and her friends gave me approval to take her home and fuck her all night. [MF]

One of my best friends was graduating from their master’s program and was having a party to celebrate afterward. A small group of us went to dinner and a bunch more people were due to meet up with us afterward at a fun dance bar elsewhere in the city. One of the friends that came to dinner was a coworker of my friend who had a slim figure, long curly blonde hair, and a great smile. I’ll call her Amy for the sake of the story and I’ll call my friend Fiona.

In case this detail matters later in the story, Fiona is a lesbian with a long term partner. I assumed, because I am an idiot, that Amy was also a lesbian when I first met her. Likewise, I think that Amy assumed I was gay when she met me, because literally everyone else at the party was; save for the two of us. This meant that there was no flirting or even contemplation of hooking up at any stage. Just people being people — which is honestly the best.