From an Ace to all the Ace

[Kayla]

Osa 3


The best thing about girl bars is I can finally dress the way I really want to and no one cares. So I’m wearing my orange hooded dress with my running shoes. Would have gone braless but better safe that for the next outing. You can see my matching set of black ”love” bra and underwear from Temu through the thin orange fabric. These underwear are for pure comfort only, so they don’t support my huge rack. Let the puppies run free, I say. My hair is not completely dry yet either. My hair makes these lovely corkscrew curls when towel dry.

”Hi, nice to see you here, where have you been?” I literally just walked in to the bar and right away I’m blindsighted. Cute lady with short dark hair comes over and talks to me like we are old friends.  Am I suppose to remember her from somewhere?

”I’m sorry, have we met?” I say as my brain is working to place her. I haven’t lived here that long, I’ve met so many new people. So embarrassing not to recognize her. She’s tall too. But then again everyone is tall compared to me.

”Well, kind of. You met my girlfriend at the bonfire last month? At the midsummer festival. Come over, she’s here. Would love to catch up”

And the puzzle comes together ”Oh yeah, Emma and Julia! I remember you! Lead the way!”

This was exciting. We talked for hours with Julia at the festival. She was so much fun, but when I left it didn’t even occur to me to maybe change contact information. Why would it? I even briefly met Emma, but she was surrounded by her friends and otherwice occupied.

Following Emma to the booth I see Julia already quite boozed up. She smiles at Emma when she sees us approaching. Then her eyes find me. ”Nemi!”

Emma gestures me to sit down next to Julia. ”You guys catch up. What are you drinking, Nemi?”

”Any kind of mocktail, thanks.”

She winks at me and heads to the bar. I turn to Julia and it’s like we were old friends picking up where we left off. She is a marine biologist. Something I would have studied had I had the change. She didn’t mind me asking a million questions, then some how we ended up talking about China, which lead to flying lessons..

”Your friends at the bar say it’s your birthday” Emma is back with the drinks. She sets the mocktail infront of me. ”Happy birthday!” I scooch closer to Julia to make room for Emma who is dead set on sandwiching me in between them.

”Thank you” I grin as I’m taking a sip of my drink. It’s delicious. This is the best day of my life. I’m surprised at how comfortable these two make me feel.

”Want to play kissogram?” Emma asks with a kittenish look on her face.

Did I hear right? I look at her with rised eyebrows. My head turns to look at Julia. She’s smiling and  shrugs her shoulders. ”It’s okay to say no, if you are not into it.”

Heck. This is what I came here for.

I turn back to Emma and slowly lean in. First kiss is just a peck on the lips. It brakes the ice immediately and she puts her arm around my shoulder. I put my hand on her thigh and we are kissing like two young sweethearts reuniting after time apart. Lime, sugar and salt. ”Is that margarita I taste?” Usually I avoid alcohol in all situations.

”Yes. Does it bother you?” Emma asks. I shake my head and kiss her again.

At some point I feel fingers running down my back. I pull away from Emma and turn towards Julia. ”Hi” is all I have time to say until we too are tongue wrestling. She tastes like beer. I honestly thought I loathed beer but this doesn’t bother me slithest, quite the opposite. I can not get enough.

She holds her palm on the side of my head and I’m resting my hands on her leg she put over my leg. She’s so warm. My hands are starting to want to wander, but I’m still aware that this is a public place and I don’t do that.

The evening continues with these two passing me between them like a cigarette, me sipping my mocktail and vibing to the live music and circeling back to kissing. Eventually I straddled Emma. Her hands were on my butt. Or were those Julias hands. So many hands everywhere. Julia is sitting right next to us, running her fingers on Emmas arm and my leg.

At some point I pause for some air and take a look around. The bar is absolutely full. People are starting to be really drunk. I’m don’t think I have ever been this late at a bar before. The girls laugh when I tell them that. I don’t think this is their first time.

”There is room at my place if you guys want to spend the night” That came out of my mouth.


To be continued…

[Kayla]

Osa 4

Waking up between two women is the best thing this planet has to offer.

It’s still dark when I woke up, so not yet morning. I had to pee, of course. That’s what woke me up.  Sandwiched between these two divine beings, who would give up their spot. But there is no choise. I find my way out of the pile of arms and legs of my sleeping overnight guests and head to the bathroom.

The whole upstairs is mine. I tiptoe through the living room and turn on the moon lamp on the bathroom shelf. The light is soft, blue and dim, just enough for me to find the toilet without my eyes being scorch from my head. Exactly how I like it.

Looks like my body is still super turned on from tonights activity, since it takes a while to start peeing. My pussy seems to be mimicking a puffer fish, without the spikes obviously, and all that blood pumping through keeps the attention elsewhere. It takes some concertration but eventually the brains get the message, it’s time to pee now. I yawn as I wait for my bladder to empty.

All that happened last night/tonight was kissing. Lots of kissing. By the time we got back home to my place it was already something a.m. and since none of us are no longer in our twenties, we crashed and I have been deep asleep since my head hit the pillow. What a lovely feeling. For some one with a chronic insomnia, that rarely happens. How I envy those who can take sleep for grandet.

My comfy love underwear is perfect to sleep in. But I take off the hoodie skirt I fell asleep in and toss it on the bathroom floor. My mouth tastes stale. Before going back I rinse my mouth with mouthwash since I can’t be bothered to brush my teeth.

My spot is still there when I get back to bed. My insides are jumping in joy as I’m balancing my way back to be the ham between two pieces of toast. I’m spooning Julia as Emma is spooning me with her hand wondering up and down my side until finding a pleasing spot around my waist and giving me a squeeze before falling back asleep. Her head rests against my shoulder blades and I feel her breathing on my skin.

…


Barely awake but I already know I want more. I don’t want to open my eyes, I just open my legs instead, enough for the eager hand to find it’s from the side of my underwear to the pool of my pussy juices. Right away two fingers dip as deep as they reach to tickle my insides, which makes me automatically spread my legs more and tilt my pelvis against her hand.

Emma is playing with my right boob with her mouth. It had already escaped the boob prison at some point while I was sleeping, and slipped out from it’s cup. Not that there was much keeping it in. The piercing, although softly, between her teeth sends electric down my body. My hand finds the back of her head and I push it down against my boob. She can eat it all.

Emmas hand is adventuring from hole to clit and back. I’m sure she knows how willing my clit is and how easily I would reach an orgasm right about now, but she apparently has decited to keep teasing me instead. Her mouth finds my left boob and plays with the nibble through the thing fabric, until I pull the bra aside and give her full access. Right then I feel pressure on my g-spot. I want to rock my body against her but she has me pretty well pinned down.

She pulls her hand off and sits up, her knees under her. Now I open my eyes, why did it stop?

”Turn around, on your knees” Emma commands and I obey, with a smile.

My butt up in the air, I feel the familiar play and pressure all over my pussy that is already leaking juices down my thighs. She fills my hole as much as she can. The knuckles don’t quite fit in, not for the lack of trying though! I hear the clear squelch as she is massaging the insides on my pussy, to prepare for another try. I smell myself in the air, I’ll never get tired of the way my pussy smells like.  It helps me to relax and I’m having the best time, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed!

Something makes me move my body and I lean my behind against Emmas hand and this time I can feel the knuckles as they get past the tight entrance and fill me completely! I don’t dare move now, just moan and hold still. This is new.

”You okay?” I hear Emma ask.

I manage to almost yell ”Yes” and again start moving against her hand to signal that she can continue. It was easier than forming more words.

The sounds, the smell and the fist in my vagina is almost too much. Now her other hand has found the clitoris that is desperate for some attention, and as she’s playing circles around and over it, I’m cuming hard my face in the pillow so I’m not waking up my neighbors, yet alone my roommates.

My muscles are holding on to Emmas fist, not wanting to let go. I yelp, then laugh a little, as she slowly pulls it out me. Those knuckels are causing havoc coming and going. I lay my ass back down on the bed to catch my breath.

It’s only now I realize that Julia is not on the bed. I lift my head and find her on my lazy boy next to the bed. Naked, her legs in a butterfly pose, looking flushed. Looks like she enjoyed herself while watching her girlfriend fuck me. This worked out nicely.

To maybe be continued…   

[Kayla]

Osa 5

My turn on the lazy boy.

Emma is eating out Julia on my bed. Julias shaking legs have found a home on Emmas shoulders. The mouth on that woman must be really something. They are not showing any signs of slowing down any time soon. I can’t stop staring at them.

A familiar pinch in my lower abdomen breaks my concentration. Oh yeah, of course. Makes sense.
It’s the end of yet another cicle, again. No wonder my pussy turned into a hungry hungry hoe and ate the whole hand. At least this month it got a proper meal before the bloodshed.

 I get up and walk to the dresser to pick up a towel. I’m already here, migh as well open my fun drawer. What am I in the mood for, the eel or xxl dragon dick.. I pick up both, and some lube, and head back to the lazy boy.

The towel is soft to sit on. I sit on my knees and let the dragon dick rest between my thighs while I put the eel on the arm rest to wait for it’s turn. The dick is standing on it’s own, as if my lazy boy suddenly grew a boner from the seat cushions.

The lube. This dick is going to take lots of lube just to cover the tip. I squeeze half a bottle on it and run my fingers up and down and around it.

I lift and tilt my hips enough for the dick to find the entrance, then lower myself so that I’m basically sitting on it. On it’s way in it stretches my hole opening to the limit. I try to take it slow, but at the same time I just want to sit on this fucking dick and ride it like it’s my last day on earth. Tiny little bouncing movement, like my hips are on a trampoline, and that’s all it took. I inhale, a little shocked, as the head of the dick takes space inside me. And this is just the tip.

It makes me smile.

My playmates have changed position. Julia is now sitting on Emmas face. I tighten my pelvic muscles around the dick as I watch Julia tremble and moan out another orgasm. This one is so hard her legs give out from under her and she falls on the bed. I shimmy down the shaft even though I’m starting to feel really fucking full.

While I’m making circular movements with my hip to bore this dick deeper into me, Julia rolls off the bed and kneels infront of me ”Can I help?”

I just need to smile and nod. I lift my legs from under me, over her shoulders as she is taking the base of the dick and placing it on her chest. The base has a suction cup so it stays put. Her hands go around my thigs, fingers reach and spread my swollen labia as wide as possible, stroking all the right places. The dick head still inside me, her fingers run from labia to shaft with the help of lube and pussy juices making every inch slippery. She leans her upper body forward. The pressure tells me I took in another inch and it makes me arch my back a little.

She loves watching all this happening right infront of her face. Her fingers play my pussy like a pro, finding the clitoris legs, massaging them, but not forcing a climax. No, she takes her time. I close my eyes and let her continue her thing.

My legs have a will of their own as the intensity builds up. I can’t keep still no matter how I try. My hands are above my head, holding on the sides of the chair for dear life. My mind is blank as I’m thrusting against the dick, Julia hand circling on and around my clit, I can’t help but come so hard I don’t know if it’s pain or pleasure I’m feeling.

The dick fall out as I’m catching my breath. Julia looks so pretty, still between my legs, waiting for me to recover. She lifts the now warm dick and lets it fall, gently, on my still throbbing clit ”Wanna go again?”

I laugh. My pussy is done for a while. But now that I think about it, my asshole feels a little left out, ignored. My eyes go for the eel. It’s roughly the same size as the dick but differently shaped. I pick it up ” Want to follow me to the tub and give a hand with my eel?”

”Lead the way”


To be continued...

[Kayla]

Dear homewrecker,

It’s happening again. Apathy snuck up on me, like so many times before. It has been like this my whole life. There is no need to fight against it, though. I lean into it instead and it will pass on it’s own. Like a bully on school playground, it will move on after not getting the desired reaction of it’s victim.

It took me so long to learn this. To self-regulate my feelings and emotions. In the olden days it would take me up to a week to snap out of an episode. Now, it takes me only hours. A day or two at worst.

I’m telling you all this, because once about a time I gave up on myself. I was too hurt and broken to sort myself out, so rather than to continue bettering my life I dove head first into a relationship with a man whose issues outweighted mine.

It worked. I got my distraction in a form of a man. For a second there I could breath better. I would blend into the norm, walking hand and hand with a tall, lumberjack looking man. Let me tell you, it worked on so many levels. But I didn’t really love him. That much was clear to me from the beginning. I tolerated him. I put up with him. Supported him. To the point of exhaustion. It didn’t matter. I had made peace with my misery. I had made my choise. There was no turning back. This went on for years and years.

Then You came along.

I saw you first. I recognized you right away. By that I don’t mean I knew you. We had never met. I mean I knew that this was the person who would throw a grenade at my relationship. You were just his type. Just as hurt and broken. The type men fall for. So beautiful. And mean towards me once you saw my husband.

It took two weeks. Two weeks and you two were fucking infront the whole world. Not even trying to hide it.

By this point I had no juice left in me to fight.

I walked away. 

What made you different, and the irony is not lost on me here, you were just my type. Yes, it hurt he chose you over me. But this was the first time he chose to have an affair with someone I was attracted to. You were beautiful. For the first time I felt put aside, ignored, forgotten. It was too much.

I want to make it clear. Just because I was attracted to you, doesn’t mean I wanted you for myself. You were not a good person. Beautiful, but unpleasent and mean.

I also never blamed you. I want you to know I never called you names or cursed your part in my divorce. You helped me snap out of a toxic relationship and kick start my own healing journey back to myself. Now, my worse days are still better than the best days with my now ex. For that I am forever grateful.

I never hated you. I hope you find peace and love in your life. I say this without sarcasm and with a genuine empathy.

Thank you for your service, Hanne.

[Kayla]

Och samma på svenska, because why the hell not?



Till kvinnan min man lämnade mig för,

Då jag såg dig första gången tänkte jag att den här kvinnan kommer att sätta stopp för mitt äktenskap. Du var precis hans typ. Lika sårat och trasigt. Typ män blir kär i. Så vacker.

Två veckor. Det tog knappt två veckor och ni började knulla framför hela värden. Ni försökte inte ens dölja det.

Jag hade ingen energi kvar att ens börja bråka. Jag gick därifrån utan strid.

Det var inte hans första affär. Men du var annorlunda. Du var precis min typ också. Ja, det gjorde ont att han valde dig framför mig. Men det här var det första gången han valde att börja en affär med någon jag var attraherad av. Jag kände meg ignorerad, glömt. Det var för mycket.

Bara för att vara tydlig, jag var attraherad av ditt utseende, inte din karaktär. Du var inte en bra människa. Vacker? Ja, men otrevlig och elak. Du hade ingen moral.

Jag klandrade dig aldrig för min skilsmässa. Tack vare dig kom jag ur ett giftigt förhållande. Tack vare dig började min helande resa med en riktig kick. Nu för tiden är mina sämre dagar bättre enn mina bästa dagar var med mitt ex. För det är jag evigt tacksam.

Och, jag hatade dig aldrig. Jag hoppas att du finner frid och kärlek i ditt liv.

Jag säger detta utan sarkasm och med äkta empati. Tack för din tjänst, Hanne.

[Kayla]

Pieces in my life are falling into places better than I ever could have imagined. I can feel yesterdays workout in every step I take. It was a leg day after all. Sitting down and getting up makes me almost giggle out loud.

My brains are practically swimming on dopamin, serotonin, endorphings.. Only missing oxytocin. Have to snuggle for my brains to release that one naturally. I know just the way.

After a good session in the sauna I feel relaxed. Still radiating heat this is when I love to have a little lie-down. I gave up long ago trying to meditate, it’s just not for me. Clearing my head? Yeah, right.

Instead I aim for staying present in the moment. So much easier, very doable. I have just the right help for that.

”My fluffy baby spidey, how are you” i make kissing noises as I walk over to the tank, where I keep my new addition to my tiny little family. For years this huge aquarium just sat in the storage empty, taking space. For a long time I was angry at my sister for leaving it on me to sort it out. Nobody wanted it, even for free! So it just sat there for years. Until out of the blue a little fluffy baby spidey needed a new home and it just so happened that I had everything I needed to take her in. Now I’m over the moon in love.

”Want to come out for a snuggle baby?” it took a little getting use to in the beginning but now I put my hand in the tank like it’s a fridge and pick her up, as per instructions I was given. She is not super social but this time she walks on my palm like she’s ready for a outing. She is the size of my palm, but then again my palm is not that big. I slowly lift my hand out and walk on the bed.

I lie-down and hold my hand close to my chest so that my love can comfortably step down and nestle between my breasts. I’m wearing pyjama bottoms but I like cooling off topless. And i love love love skin to skin contact.

The previous owner said that the her hair will irritate the skin, but to me it just tickles. Every tiny little legs of her stimulates my skin in the best of ways as she is slowly taking steps towards my left breast and stops on top of my heart. Like she is taking her time listening to my heart beat, enjoying the heat from my cooling body. Four of her front legs on my boob. I hope she doesn’t mistake my nipple piercing for a meal.

We lie here for some time. I close my eyes and enjoy the moment. She is not the lightest of her species, there is little bit of heftiness in her.

My eyes still closed, I feel her wandering towards my belly. Tiny little spidey paws moseying on. My nipples are practically two erections pointing to the ceiling, I have goose skin. Partly from chill, I guess I have cooled off enough. Partly thanks to my new snuggle buddy.

The first time she spend quite a lot of time cuddling up to my neck. It felt like a hug. Never experienced that kind of rush before. Been chasing it ever since.

She helps me relax in a new way. She is the best kind of company to have. I am so excited to have her in my life. My beautiful fluffy soulmate.

I open my eyes. She is heading down, walking over the pyjama waist and continuing down on my right leg. When she reaches my knee I take my time to sit up. I don’t want to scare my baby.

”Did you have enough?” I place my palm infront of her for her to hop on ”Lets get you back home” Talking to her feels so fluent and natural, like she has always been in my life.

Once she is back in her closure she disappears in her underground burrow and I thank her for her company.

There are no words to describe the high I get from this. I will be walking on clauds for the rest of the evening. Nothing bothers me. All is well.