…Back in the saddle again! (Please hear this in your head in the Arrowsmith version, not the Sons of the Pioneers version!)I’ve been neglecting this diary for the last week or so because I really didn’t like being in the Adult category. Believe it or not, it didn’t hurt my hit numbers any. Whodathunkit? I have to admit getting more of the, “Wow! I need a cigarette,” type of replies than the “Thanks for helping us out,” kind of comments, but either way, it’s good. Thanks to the readers for taking the time to “talk dirty to me.” I really appreciate it. It makes this project a lot more interesting.
I’ve been requested to write a foursome fantasy. With the exception of the Bus Stop series, this diary isn’t fiction/fantasy. While there is a bit of artistic license taken in terms of transposing or combining people, places, or events, it has all been real. If any one of the participants in these activities were to stumble upon this diary, they would recognize themselves and the situations. However, I shall try to write this scenario, even though the only foursome experience that I have had was… uh… less than optimal.
I will attempt to have that entry written in a day or two. Mr. Big has requested this entry because of a potential trip we may take with another couple. I tried to convince him that this was not a likely scenario, especially since the other woman and I are so physically different, but he told me to stop thinking about it as anything but fantasy.
Since we are (all four of us) new pairings, it doesn’t seem very likely to me. I’m not too sure any of us could stand to watch our new partner perform sexual acts with another, except in the case of the men watching the women, but isn’t that always the case? I guess I just need to think of this in the terms of my former mentor and creative writing professor, “It could happen.”
So, I will spend a couple of hours working this out in my mind before putting it down in electrons, and see if I can make this work and not bore me (or you all) to tears. So I'm off to plot and plan in the damp, dark corners of my filthy mind.
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