Just a quick word before we start. All of these stories are true, but I’m trying to gauge what of mine you folks enjoy reading, and where. I’m posting a few stories right now, in a few different subs. If you like them and leave comment feedback, I’ll have more insight into where and what to post. I don’t care about karma at all, just trying to get a bit of feedback.

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I’m going to skip ahead a bit from where I last left off with Lyra. By springtime, we were seeing each other as often as possible. My training actually brought me closer to where she lives, so we had a lot of long weekends and a chance to go to events together. We got much closer, and our relationship really grew. There was a lot of personal connection, and what started as an incredible hookup in a car at a festival in November had turned into a full-blown partnership by March. 

There’s no elegant way to slip this into erotic stories, but this will become important as we go. Lyra and I are both polyamorous, ethically non-monogamous, relationship anarchists, and–what’s important for this story–swingers. We’re also exhibitionists, but we’ve covered that already. So when an event popped up in our local city that promised to be a queer-friendly sex-positive dance club, we were all in. 

***

I have a vivid memory. I was on my knees, between Lyra’s legs, my fingers pressing inside of her while my tongue gently licked her clit. She was laid back on a couch. Her eyes were scanning the room, watching all of the other couples, all of the other groups, everyone writhing in the red light, eyes glancing at her.

***

Upstairs, we had danced as part of a massive crowd, a community of bodies wearing nothing but straps and lace and neon fishnets. Multicolored lights strobing and reducing the scene to rapid-fire photos.

Lyra is in front of me, back pressed against a massive tree.

We’re both watching a cute woman beside us being picked up by a Herculean man. I can see that Lyra wants her. 

I kiss Lyra’s neck. I want her to want them. Not for my sake but for hers. I want her to lose herself to the crowd. 

Lyra’s eyes are on mine now, heavy with need. 

In the dark, I feel her pull my hair, crush my lips to hers. I pin her to the tree, bodies dancing close to us in the dark, all I can think about is the sweat of her skin, the taste of cider on her lips, the course bark against her back. My hand roughly paws her tit, desperate to feel all of her in front of these people. My hand slips beneath her shorts and I find her drenched and shivering in my arms, shaking from holding back from me. 

These people are set dressing. They’re fun toys for us to play with, to experience together, to tease each other with. This is the connection. This is the chemistry that we love, the untamable fire that constantly threatens to burn us both alive. Together. 

***

I watch Lyra as she watches one woman get Eiffel towered by a man and a fuck-machine, another woman whispering in her ear. Lyra’s eyes shift to a table directly beside us, where a woman is on her back, screaming as a man fucks her with everything he has. I know the couple from upstairs are here somewhere, and I wonder if it’s them Lyra is watching while my tongue and fingers sending her into rolling orgasms.

***

“What do you think?” She’d asked at the hotel, emerging from the bathroom with her neon blue hair, black fishnets and a black lace bra. Her makeup was fey, teal and glitter and fairy. I was dressed to match, wearing my teal clothing and makeup like a nobles’ banner, matching her and giving myself to her. Whoever may admire me tonight, whoever may touch me and taste me, whoever I may drive into oblivion, I was hers. A thousand times, hers. We could be pulled apart by the tide of the crowd and our own desires, and we would always be together. 

I devoured her before we even left the hotel.

*** 

Lyra was on her knees now, naked from the waist down, dripping onto the floor. My eyes were on hers as she took my cock into her mouth, driving me crazy instantly. Her tongue… her lips… fuck everything and anything else. 

But she smiled at me, with her eyes, with my cock in her mouth, as if encouraging me. “Go ahead, look around. Enjoy it. Let me make you feel good while they watch.”

Reluctantly, I did. A couple were fucking clumsily directly opposite us on another couch. The woman work door security was watching us—watching Lyra, wanting her. A man and woman were flogging a poor girl on a St Andrew’s Cross on the other side of the room, her entire body shaking with adrenaline. The table in the center of the room now had a threesome—a man fucking a woman from behind while she went down on another woman who sprawled out.

Lyra’s tongue pulled me back… her eyes. 

“I love you,” I mouthed to her.

She deepthroated me in response.

***

Lyra was laying back on the couch now, legs spread wide while I pounded into her with every muscle in my entire body. Distantly, I’m aware that we came to a sex club and seduced each other all over again. We weren’t nervous to play with others, we weren’t jealous or scared. But how could they ever hold a candle to this, to feeling Lyra grip and pull me in, clinging to my back and ass and shoulders. 

I supported Lyra’s head as she bit into my shoulder, knowing that she was looking over it at everything happening behind me, everyone watching her getting fucked with a chemistry, a connection, an intensity they could only dream of.

“Watch them,” I whispered. “Look them in the eye while I fill you with my cock. Look them in the eye while I fuck you.” 

Nails in my back. Her hips are rolling up into mine, and we’re riding a wave together that has peaks and troughs but never, ever let’s go. One long, rolling orgasm as Lyra’s body grips and trembles under me over and over and over again.

Her nails dig into my scalp and pull me deep inside of her. 

“Cum for me.”

Lyra's Thoughts:

[less verbal, more tackled-me-and-swallowed-my-cum]