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The Professor
The Professor
Here’s a tale of detachment, communication, and poly success. Gather ‘round, there is also mention of blowjobs made herein.
After the implosion of the Triad of Doom and Despair I went a-looking for a casual partner to see occasionally. I got onto OKC with the hopes of finding someone to distract from the nightmare in my heart, and from schoolwork as well. I approached an interesting character, a married fellow whose wife also had a profile. He agreed to meet me!
The Professor worked in the building across the street from my own faculty; it was very convenient. I met his wife on our second meeting, which was awkward because all three of us have talents for creating awkwardness. But it was not a dealbreaker, this awkwardness, and soon enough the Professor and I were seeing each other on Wednesday evenings. We’d have dinner out or he’d cook for me, we’d play a card game or watch a bit of opera (our two activities in common). And we’d sleep together. Often I slept over at his place but sometimes we met during the day for lunch and bjs. His wife had a serious partner with whom she spent Wednesdays and some weekend evenings, which is how he had time for a partner like myself.
From the beginning I knew his rule that there would be no emotional connections made, or rather, he didn’t want to get romantically involved. The guy is seriously in love with his wife and probably not emotionally poly. When I found out that her SO is a romantic partner, I was surprised, but their dynamic really worked for them. And me! The Professor was a fun distraction, and although he was pretty bad in bed, I found it amusing to blow him. He was intimidatingly intelligent, and his wife was too, so being around them challenged me to think critically. She was a professor as well. They propositioned me for a threesome once but it—the proposition—was too awkward and I declined.
It was good to have a detached sexual friendship with a regular schedule. It was a definitive sign that poly can work in marriages, and that I can do poly honestly and openly and with integrity. I also confirmed to myself that I like poly and what it can do for me: I can make the kind of relationship I need for myself. I needed someone to take me out of my head and encourage me to be myself and I actualized that shit. Success!
Mistakes: 0. Sweet!
The Professor
Here’s a tale of detachment, communication, and poly success. Gather ‘round, there is also mention of blowjobs made herein.
After the implosion of the Triad of Doom and Despair I went a-looking for a casual partner to see occasionally. I got onto OKC with the hopes of finding someone to distract from the nightmare in my heart, and from schoolwork as well. I approached an interesting character, a married fellow whose wife also had a profile. He agreed to meet me!
The Professor worked in the building across the street from my own faculty; it was very convenient. I met his wife on our second meeting, which was awkward because all three of us have talents for creating awkwardness. But it was not a dealbreaker, this awkwardness, and soon enough the Professor and I were seeing each other on Wednesday evenings. We’d have dinner out or he’d cook for me, we’d play a card game or watch a bit of opera (our two activities in common). And we’d sleep together. Often I slept over at his place but sometimes we met during the day for lunch and bjs. His wife had a serious partner with whom she spent Wednesdays and some weekend evenings, which is how he had time for a partner like myself.
From the beginning I knew his rule that there would be no emotional connections made, or rather, he didn’t want to get romantically involved. The guy is seriously in love with his wife and probably not emotionally poly. When I found out that her SO is a romantic partner, I was surprised, but their dynamic really worked for them. And me! The Professor was a fun distraction, and although he was pretty bad in bed, I found it amusing to blow him. He was intimidatingly intelligent, and his wife was too, so being around them challenged me to think critically. She was a professor as well. They propositioned me for a threesome once but it—the proposition—was too awkward and I declined.
It was good to have a detached sexual friendship with a regular schedule. It was a definitive sign that poly can work in marriages, and that I can do poly honestly and openly and with integrity. I also confirmed to myself that I like poly and what it can do for me: I can make the kind of relationship I need for myself. I needed someone to take me out of my head and encourage me to be myself and I actualized that shit. Success!
Mistakes: 0. Sweet!
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