My first threesome was beautiful.
I half expected it to be as awkward as having sex for the first time, but it was a very pleasant surprise to have felt like the beautiful spiritual experience that it was and should always be.
I was very lucky to have it be with those two wonderful people.
I mean, the guy (whom I already knew) has his psychological issues, but I love him for his creative genius... and extreme hotness. Those two traits together will always win with me :P
He introduced me to his longtime gal friend who studies yoga. I could see how for some, that might be a bit intimidating as far as sexual performance goes, but for me, before even meeting her, knowing that made me feel comfortable with her spirit. Yogis are wonderful people. When we met, it was exactly what I anticipated. She was welcoming, warm and sweet, and very cute<3
We undressed each other. He, having done this quite a few times, gave us some guidance while also letting us do what we wanted when it felt right to us. Her and I were very communicative and enjoyed each other quite a bit.
It felt great to walk away from that evening having no expectations of them. We enjoyed each other and maybe we’ll do it again, maybe we wont. I see him every now and then, and she’s only in town for another week. He sent me a text that morning (it was pretty much already morning when I left) letting me know how amazing I am. He’s so great<3 and she was sweet as hell.
What did I take away from this experience? The next day I saw everyone around me as my brother and sister. I felt spiritually fulfilled and wanted nothing else but to help everyone else feel the same way. A particular person I wasn’t getting along with, I all of a sudden just wanted to hug and say, “You are my brother”. I’m reminded of a Buddhist quote from Shantideva, “All the happiness there is in this world arises from wishing others to be happy” and that is where my mind now lives.
