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Tuesday, November 20, 2012


Polyamory on Wikipedia (from Greek πολύ [poly], meaning "many" or "several", and Latin amor, "love") is the practice, desire, or acceptance of having more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved.

How did this happen? I’ve always been attracted to women, but I have never actually acted upon it. Until recently. I have been with Sir for many years now. He is my everything. But I longed for the touch of a woman. I had fantasies about pleasuring Sir with the help of another girl. It excited me to no end. But it was a fantasy. Something for my stories. Maybe even, at the furthest reaches of my imagination - a one time drunken adventure. We even had a Celebrity Threesome List. When we both agreed on a hot chick, she went on our threesome list. But that was just pretend. 

And then it happened. She flirted – and he suggested – I balked. Not possible. A fantasy. Who is she, anyway? 

I’m used to women flirting with Sir. That’s part of the reason Sir has such a distaste for social media. It upsets me. So he quit facebook and twitter years ago. He doesn’t like me doing it, but knows that I have to promote my writing. 

She flirted at a meeting. A reunion of sorts. When we got back to the hotel that night, Sir hinted at a threesome. But this was no celebrity, or even a hot waitress that may have made it onto the “list”. This was real. He knew I liked her. She had entertained us throughout the evening with her intellect, lust for life, progressive views and ok…the most beautiful cleavage I’d ever seen. And legs. Legs that were long and firm and magnificent. But there was something different in his tone. He was serious. Why? Why was he serious now? This time? 

I let myself think about it. Could this really happen? “No” I said again. “It’s just too risky.” “Too much could go wrong.” He was quiet. Very careful to seem just the right amount of eager. Wanting me to know he wanted it, but not wanting to deal with my cold shoulder for hours, maybe days if my thoughts shifted in the slightest…if instead of being intrigued and aroused I suddenly became the jealous Daire from hell. 

He left it at that. Leaving me to my own imagination. 

I don’t remember exactly when I went from No to Yes. It was a matter of days. She and I began to make plans for a one time event. It was the very definition of surreal. 

That was two years ago. Today we are Three. A Triad. Our mutual love and respect has continued to grow for one another. None of us expected this. And now we can’t live without each other.


  1. Wow, Cassie, this is so real...I have a feeling the actual experience makes your writing very special.

    All the best in your career!

    Fondly, Erin

    1. Thank you for taking the time to comment, Erin! And thank you for the encouragement!

  2. I think that's wonderful you've found what you wanted. Sometimes dreams do come true! Since my divorce, I have discovered what I want, and I'm working at making it come true. Thanks for sharing something so personal about yourself. I wrote a story about what you just described. It's nice to know it exists in real life!

  3. Thank you, Kellie. The warm response means more than you know.