Girl Boy Girl Burger

I can at last put my feet up after a hard week with 4am starts and 11hr days playing a Marine soldier in a mini-series produced by Spielberg/Hanks called The Pacific, it entailed marching and charging about dressed in full army uniform, with rubber rifles, leaping through mortar bombs and machine gun blanks. The days were intensely hot and there was much grilling in the sun wishing to be freed from the heavy gear and lying in a cool pool of water.

It was a cathartic process as far as relieving my depressive symptoms by way of spending day after day marching in formation, responding to orders with 'Roger', and sitting around as a number in a pickle suit.

I would not like to be in the army for real though, I found the general habits of the troops to be like high school boys farting and behaving innocuously.

Here I am below in a female focaccia. Sabine on top, Lori on the bottom, and me spread between them, all of us on the Chesterfield couch (it's a four seater though, so there was room for one more). Lori came around and I offered her a drink of wine. "I won't actually" she said, and I thought for a moment that perhaps she was about to tell me that she wasn't up for play either, but then she said "I will have one of these instead", and she pulled out of a bag a massive bottle of Dry London Gin. There was to be no turning back, well, unless on all fours.



Once again the threesome wasn't evenly orchestrated, and we were all pretty much by the stage of fucking tanked on fruity Gin cocktails (Mango, Lychee, Guava, Tonic), also when 4:30am struck I had to be ready for shooting (Ahem, film shooting). I did eleven hours of soldiering with no sleep and the lingering flashes of post-fucking buzzing through-out my cock and balls every now and then, my mind recalling moments of lustful play only to snap back to the glaring sun and burnt out buildings.

I'd be lying on dusty gravel, thick woolen socks encased in tight leather bindings, weighty helmet offering minimal shade for my eyes, with about a hundred other Marines when suddenly a jolt of what it felt to be sifting my fingers into two wonderful cunts watching my female friends sliding and kissing startled my mind, my lips twitching out the words, "Fucking marvelous", only to be propelled back to the harsh reality of my predicament, World War Two, Hollywood style.

I wont go through the entire night only because we were all dunked in booze and the memories are hazy. Some of the finer points were when Sabine and Lori snogging on the couch, toying with each other, and I disappeared in the bedroom to reappear wearing lacy knickers and a slip, why? I was drunk and the mood just made me feel like being eccentrically Tim Curry. Fucking Lori as Sabine's hands slid up my backside. Sabine dipping onto Lori, watching their naked thighs butting against each other. Fucking Lori from behind, then anal. Too much Gin prompted not enough cohesion but these are the rigors of blind lust, the fallout of a fornicating cloud of frenzy.

The experience was more about the experience as Lori was just exploring these things, and I have known her for several years, this was all about extending sexuality, opening it up, letting go. I seem to be having a fair amount of external anal sex lately, which is constantly surprising me because it is being asked for instead of talked about. Anal, in my entire relationship history has always been a mildly suggestive conversation, whereas lately these fine women have just been requesting it without a flinch of hesitation.

These threesomes have been very different in the fact that these aren't strangers just pulled off the Internet, there is some level of familiarity. This has made it quite enjoyable from my end as I feel more free around people I'm accustomed to rather then people who I'm unsure of their personality and perceptions. I like being around people who like me for all the madness of me and also like to fuck, it's complimentary to companionship in the sense of enjoying being around people.

I had cornered Lori for much of the night fucking consistently while Sabine snuggled with Lori mostly so it was a more an evening of sexually hanging out rather then a choreographed play where everyone feasts equally. A bit chaotic but we are just warming to this lifestyle as a regular thing, and the recipe is not always going to turn out the way one imagines.

I do like the idea of being able to arrange dinner & play with friends as ongoing and open fun, this allows for a fairly uncomplicated lifestyle, as communication is easier. People know each other and can make decisions based on what is discussed amongst each other, and everyone is aware of what is happening and what they are doing.

Next Sabine is pulling a guy for a play, and I have to warm up to my appearance on a quiz show again with "Benny Hill" as my topic - I go into the studios on the 10th of April to have it recorded.