It was a few weeks ago. It wasn’t a first. It wasn’t a last. It wasn’t even unique – but it felt like everything just the same and I wanted a space to share how it felt to me. I hope you don’t mind me sharing it with you.
She was stunning. She walked into my room wearing high heels and a gorgeous black babydoll where the sheer material teased the curves of her body and revealed her tempting nipples – firm and sumptuous under her lingerie. Oh how I loved that body! Her body was real, and curvy, and so, so beautiful. She was about 5’4″ with gorgeous short hair, incredible legs, and subtle hands that moved over her hips and waist as she moved closer. This was my best friend. She had been my best friend for many years – years that had so often filled with an achy chemistry between us — and for the last few years we had finally embraced it and become polyamorous lovers. This wasn’t our primary relationship, but the love we felt for each-other had grown until it made it almost impossible not to express it physically. Our world had grown increasingly complicated but I felt that ache of our bodies even then as she entered.