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By samantha, on December 5th, 2011%
This is Part Two to this story. If you haven’t read that one, this likely will not make much sense. So please read it first!
When the doorbell rang, I could feel myself getting anxious. I was about to let somebody else into this very personal space that has belonged to Harvey and I for years. I was excited to be able to show someone else just how good I can be for him, as well as to give him the threesome that he’s never had.
As our guest is a friend of mine, it wasn’t too difficult to be able to relax and enjoy a glass of wine while he cooked dinner. There was something very calming about the two of us sitting there, watching as he prepared a meal. I was at once highly on edge and completely chilled. I could still feel the wetness between my legs from my alone time with him and wondered if I would feel ashamed that there was someone else in the room now. I didn’t.
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By samantha, on October 4th, 2011%
I believe pretty strongly that every man and woman deserves to be presented with the opportunity for group sex. It might not be their thing and it’s ok to say no, but with only one life to live on this earth, why do so many spend theirs not working harder on their bucket lists?
I suppose for some, it’s a matter of circumstance. Which is why I’ve been hoping for years to be able to offer Harvey a threesome. People in my life that are nice should have nice things. And what’s nicer than two gals willing to do what you say, all nekkid and stuff?
So I kept it in the back of my mind for years. Relationships with others came and went; Harvey was always around. While our level of interaction has changed over the years, the idea was never shelved. Though I don’t think he really expected it would happen; and who can blame him considering we’ve known each other for 4.5 years already, sans group sex. Read more »
By samantha, on April 15th, 2011%
I am so pleased that Sexie Sadie asked me to help her on her virtual book tour. A few years ago, I discovered Sadie’s blog, Confessions From My Open Marriage, and was instantly intrigued with her stories and honesty. While we have always dealt with our own unique situations, I’ve felt a level of kindred spiritness . . . → Read More: Open All The Way
By samantha, on January 24th, 2011%
Today Steph and I are celebrating ten years of being together. I’d say to start with that our relationship is a testament to non-monogamy being able to be successful just as much as any other relationship with hard work and communication.
Over the past 10 years Steph and I have changed so much. We’ve gone through a . . . → Read More: Happy 10 Year Anniversary!
By samantha, on December 31st, 2010%
2010, I am not your biggest fan. You made promises at the end of 2009. You said you would come in and sweep away the negative energy that lingered over most of last year. Promised that the constant state of mediocrity that 2009 seemed to be stuck in would be replaced with great things and happy memories.
It’s not that you didn’t deliver but you neglected to mention one key thing: That along with great things you would also come armed with many sad moments and much bullshit. You didn’t mention how many mountains we would all have to climb, finding ourselves constantly in a state of extreme highs and lows.
 Full of hope (and booze) at New Years 2009 You started off pretty standard. I was still working my job as event planner / designer / everything girl. My last few months were hella busy as I pulled off my best conference to date. Leading up to me leaving was difficult, but exciting as I prepared myself for a life of book writing and no or next to no income. At the beginning of June when I finally left that job to pursue my dream, it felt like you, 2010, were just beginning for me. I was filled with big plans to finish writing my book, but here I am on the last day of the year still with 50-100 pages left to write. To say that figuring out how to live the life of a author is hard might be a bit of an understatement.
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By samantha, on August 3rd, 2010%
A bit over a month ago I hopped on a plane to head to a little town called Reno, Nevada to meet and visit with some dear friends I originally met on Twitter.
Hopping on “a” plane isn’t very accurate though as I missed my connecting flight and ending up hopping on three planes and arriving in Reno 10 hours late, which totally bummed me out as I was really looking forward to spending that first day with one of my hosts as he was going to take the day off work and just chill with me.
Stupid airplanes and tornadoes ruining that bonding time. *shakes fist*
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By samantha, on February 1st, 2010%
Since being open, my longest relationship has been with Harvey. We went out last week for dinner and I felt like sharing a snippet of our chat.
He gave me one of those lovely backhanded compliments and said I looked very nice (ok, that part’s good). Nice and put-together. Like I had put effort in. I had . . . → Read More: Silly Observations Over Rum
By samantha, on October 6th, 2009%
Wait, isn’t that backwards? Sometimes though it seems perfectly normal in my household. Allow me to explain.
This past Monday Steph had a first night with a gal he met on okCupid. He hadn’t been on a first date in, hmm … a really long time; not since he met Betty I think. Anyway, we had kind . . . → Read More: Over-promise, Under-deliver
By samantha, on October 3rd, 2009%
I know that post about Kitty was all sunshine and roses but this one’s going to be a reminder that every rose has its thorn. Even though Steph and I have been doing this open marriage shtick for over 3 years now, we still have things to learn, like the following story will share.
While I was . . . → Read More: Every Cowboy Sings a Sad Sad Song (Or lessons learned from group sex, while out of the room. And town)
By samantha, on September 28th, 2009%
If you haven’t already gathered from my many other posts, I find there are definitely a lot of benefits to being in an open relationship. One of them is sometimes being lucky enough to sleep with friends and then actually continue being friends with little to minimal weirdness between you. I wrote a post about that . . . → Read More: Kitty Knievel and I
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