Diary Entry:
Hello dear blog, It's your favorite Ukranian polyamory explorer, back with another steamy tale. Occurring this time amidst the textured velvet and crimson hues of a faced-paced Kyiv night club.рџ’ѓ As always, aural pleasure always gives these entries a purely premium feel рџЋ¶
My two lovers, Alexei and Katrina, accompanied me, their presence vibrant against the pulsing lightsрџ‘«рџ‘Ђ. I adore Alexei's devilish charm and Katrina's molten fire, separately yet more so together. This wasn't a usual night though, a deliciously wicked twist was in store, planned meticulously by us three. The night was ripe for an exhibition of dominance, something we'd all been craving.
As the bass vibrated through us, they boxed me in, their bodies pressing in rhythm with the music, mouths whispering commands breathing life into a tantalising performance. No one else noticed, or if they did, they played coy. Alexei's hands firm on my hips, commanding with an assured grip. Katrina's fingers tracing my bare shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps, her whispers commanding my attention utterly. Possessed by two, performing for many. It was such a rush. рџ€рџЌ‘
We carried our tryst into the VIP lounge, where the soft lighting danced across the polished mahogany furniture. We melted into the plush seats, forgoing pretenses. Drenched in lust and lost in one another, the fervent gazes of spectators added an indescribable spice, stirring a heady concoction of irresistibly sensual intoxication. Our unabashed actions were more than an assertive declaration, they were an invitation for all to watch, to learn, to yearn. рџ’ЊрџЌ·рџ«–
We were an embodiment of voyeured dominance, of fluid boundaries, of rapturous consensual pride. And when the night eventually gave way to a dawning dawn, we left arm-in-arm, contented, our hearts filled with an intoxicating mix of spent energy and the thrill of our public performance. Ending the night in the comforting confines of our shared home, we cuddled, basking in the afterglow of a well-executed evening. It was intoxicating, flooring, freeing. Blog, it was everything. рџЏ рџ’¤рџ’–
Till another amorous adventure calls to us, stay loved, stay fluid, stay curious. Until next time.
