Yes, it IS that hot.

There's been a lot of talk around here about our feelings, our struggles, our joint and individual journeys through this uncharted territory.

We haven't said much lately about the sex.

Come to think of it, I'm the only one who's ever mentioned sex on this blog, so maybe that tells you something about where my mind is ... and there's a danger in focusing on it, because it seems the world out there is mostly curious about that part of what a threesome is like. There's so much more to it, and I want to make sure that's clear.

But.

It is in fact totally, screamingly hot. Now, of course: there is a novelty factor. What happens in bed is inevitably new-and-different compared to what each of us was accustomed to before. We are all of an age starting with "4-", so we've been around the block a time or two. But usually with just one other person at a time.

Even then, there's so much to negotiate as you're getting to know another person naked. Do you try a new thing unannounced, or work up to it? If you're not really enjoying that thing the other person is doing, how do you make it clear without being a total buzzkill? Is it okay to laugh during super-hot moments? I mean really, the whole enterprise looks funny, sounds funny, smells funny. Now picture three people in the ring: there may be an audience to what any two are doing. This can be uncomfortable at first.

The recipe for success, apparently, is to assemble three people who are good, giving, and game (credit to Dan Savage for "GGG"). Individuals who have some skill (or more importantly, are perceptive and attentive to subtle feedback), who are generous (your pleasure is at least as important as mine), and who are open to trying new things (and not afraid to say "meh, that didn't really do it for me" if that happens).

So there we are. Two girls and a guy. Each of us really, really digs the others. There are lips and hands and legs and sighs and gasps and tongues and fingers and OMG there are more of all those things than can possibly be possible and ...

I can't write this post.

I thought I could breathe deep and get in there and describe the details ... but I can't. There aren't words. (Also it's a little scary, wondering if Red and Chloe would be horrified. I suppose I will run it by them.) Really, it's kind of shocking for my chatty self to discover I don't have the descriptors in my vocabulary to convey what it's like in that intense, heart-racing place we get to. But I don't.

Hmph. What do I do with that information?