This particular story unfolded during my first visit to the US. I had been booked for a shoot in New York and had flown there alone.

I had forgotten that my Tinder was still on, but once I landed at JFK, my phone began to ping with "super swipes" from people in the city.

I managed to navigate the subway to Manhattan and find my hotel before sitting down to check out my matches. I matched with a few guys, one of whom was at a rooftop party just a few blocks from where I was staying.

After a quick shower, I decided to go and say hello.

He was an English fashion photographer named Ed, who had been living in the city for a few years. Tall, dark, handsome. A bit of a cliché, but he had a nice smile. He wasn't my usual type, but there was something appealing about him.

It was still early when I arrived at the bar, only around eight in the evening.

After some searching, I found him. There was an instant attraction, even if our understanding wasn't instant. At the time, I still didn't speak a word of English. He knew a few Spanish, but after a few drinks, we overcame the language barrier with a kiss.

Ed started talking to a group of guys he was with, and I found myself, not unhappily, leaning against the bar alone.

I soon became aware of another attractive man standing in front of me, scanning me up and down. He tried talking to me, but I had no idea what he was saying.

Ed returned and introduced his friend, Josh. He explained that Josh was dating his cousin but that they had an open relationship. I wasn't sure if I believed that, or if Ed did either, but that was how he described it.

Ed and Josh exchanged a few words and laughed before Ed tried to explain to me what they had discussed.

He told me that Josh was also interested in me and had suggested we have a threesome later. I blushed with embarrassment. I had never had two guys at once, and it was so surreal to have it proposed so matter-of-factly.

Ed went on to explain that Josh had to leave but would meet us later. Before he left, Josh wanted to give me a kiss.

And that's what happened. Standing next to Ed, whom I'd been kissing just moments earlier, Josh stepped in, and we shared a long, passionate kiss. Everyone laughed as Josh left.

Both guys were hot, and both knew how to kiss, leaving me shaky and wet.

Ed and I stayed at the party, and Ed continued to drink heavily. Eventually, I suggested we head back to my hotel. The thought of getting with two guys had made me increasingly horny, and even though Josh hadn't returned yet, I needed something.

On the way back, Ed said that Josh would call him in about an hour to join us, so he would "warm me up," and then they would both finish me off together when Josh arrived.

I was very excited. I had never really considered how such a situation would unfold, or what it would entail. Who would go first? Would it be at the same time? If so, who would be where? How would those decisions be made? And then, where would they finish, and when? My mind was racing.

We entered my hotel room. Ed was drunk but still somewhat functional.

We left the lights off, and standing near the bed, we began kissing and undressing each other.

I knelt down and started pleasuring him, taking him deep until I felt he was hard enough to enter me.

Still in the dark, I jumped onto the bed and pulled him on top of me. I reached down and guided him inside.

But to my surprise, just as I was getting into it, he thrust his hips forward and it was all over. I didn't know what to say.

Did this mean Josh wouldn't do the same? Surely he wouldn't want to be in the same place Ed has just been? Was this how a threesome worked? Did each guy just choose a hole? Or was this what guys wanted? To finish in the same place? There were so many questions, but my English wasn't good enough to ask any of them.

And to make matters worse, Ed was now asleep. He had pulled out of me, rolled over, and passed out.

His phone started to ring. It was Josh.

I shook Ed to wake him up, but he didn't stir. I began to panic.

If he didn't wake up, how would Josh find us?

I had waited so long to have two guys at the same time, and I could see the opportunity slipping away before my eyes.

I answered the phone. I didn't understand a word Josh said. I just kept repeating the name of the hotel and the room number. But I couldn't understand his responses. I dropped the phone in dismay. I wanted to cry. This was not the experience I had envisioned.

But just then, there was a knock at the door. Could it be?

Without thinking, I leaped off the bed and opened the door. It was Josh. There he stood, and he began to laugh as he realized I was completely naked.

He stepped inside, and we closed the door. He looked at Ed, passed out on the bed, and shook his head with a smile.

He stripped off, pushed me back onto the bed, and went inside. I couldn't believe I had another guy. It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.

Josh took his time with me, bringing me to climax several times before he kissed me deeply and finished.

It wasn't the threesome I had in mind but it was an incredible experience nonetheless. 

It had opened my eyes to new possibilities in the bedroom, and I knew it was just the beginning.