The Trifecta Power effect is, as we've established, astonishing. It's enough to power a small city. A corollary, it seems, is that the relationship requires even more re-charging than a two-way does.
The interval between the last re-charging and this one was pretty draining. Holidays, family, social events, choosing how much of us to share with whom, spans of time where we were barely able to talk for a few minutes a day ... So, yeah, this weekend was sorely needed. And indeed we did it up: commemorating five months together, we returned to our desert getaway, strolled the streets with arms around each other, ate great Mexican food, lounged in the pool and the hot tub, drank good wine, talked and talked, and tried to scandalize the room service girl. (She seemed unfazed. Which may say more about our choice of venue than about us -- probably she's seen way more outrageous stuff than this threesome.)
And of course we romped in bed for hours, and hours, and hours. In between each of those other activities, we played. Sometimes sweet, other times serious, or silly, or lazy, or lava-hot. Every which way. Crazy good. As the team doctor, I have strictly prescribed this sexual healing as regularly as possible.
Yep, I'm a doctor, and this has one distinct disadvantage. Patients and hospitals expect to be able to reach me 24 / 7. Now if I'm truly on vacation, I have other doctors cover my calls. But if I'm simply not on-site, I usually stay on the pager -- it's quicker for me to do a thorough and safe job of solving a problem, since I know the situation, than for one of my backup colleagues to sort it out. I only get disturbed at a late hour maybe once a month. But somehow, TWICE in the past five months, that late-night call has come during a moment when I'm just about to climax. Not kidding. And good lord, that would be distracting even in a relationship that's as old and comfortable as a well-worn shoe. In the present context? It would seriously have the potential to ruin a great orgasm.
But no. My teammates know that it's perfectly safe for me to take up to an hour to return a page. (Any true emergencies are made known by the answering service calling my phone directly, if the page didn't get answered.) And my lovers have, on both these occasions, brought me back to the moment: with hotness and determination, they have brought me through the distractions, and carried me into the end zone.
None of us is, as a rule, sexually selfish. But Chloe and Red have taught me the benefits of being temporarily self-centered. Letting them dote on me. Letting the rest of the world wait for my pleasure, our pleasure, to come first. Every time, the world has been just fine for those few minutes without me. And my body and my psyche are healthier and stronger for the loving this allows.
Now, if I could just prescribe this kind of thing for my patients ....
The interval between the last re-charging and this one was pretty draining. Holidays, family, social events, choosing how much of us to share with whom, spans of time where we were barely able to talk for a few minutes a day ... So, yeah, this weekend was sorely needed. And indeed we did it up: commemorating five months together, we returned to our desert getaway, strolled the streets with arms around each other, ate great Mexican food, lounged in the pool and the hot tub, drank good wine, talked and talked, and tried to scandalize the room service girl. (She seemed unfazed. Which may say more about our choice of venue than about us -- probably she's seen way more outrageous stuff than this threesome.)
And of course we romped in bed for hours, and hours, and hours. In between each of those other activities, we played. Sometimes sweet, other times serious, or silly, or lazy, or lava-hot. Every which way. Crazy good. As the team doctor, I have strictly prescribed this sexual healing as regularly as possible.
Yep, I'm a doctor, and this has one distinct disadvantage. Patients and hospitals expect to be able to reach me 24 / 7. Now if I'm truly on vacation, I have other doctors cover my calls. But if I'm simply not on-site, I usually stay on the pager -- it's quicker for me to do a thorough and safe job of solving a problem, since I know the situation, than for one of my backup colleagues to sort it out. I only get disturbed at a late hour maybe once a month. But somehow, TWICE in the past five months, that late-night call has come during a moment when I'm just about to climax. Not kidding. And good lord, that would be distracting even in a relationship that's as old and comfortable as a well-worn shoe. In the present context? It would seriously have the potential to ruin a great orgasm.
But no. My teammates know that it's perfectly safe for me to take up to an hour to return a page. (Any true emergencies are made known by the answering service calling my phone directly, if the page didn't get answered.) And my lovers have, on both these occasions, brought me back to the moment: with hotness and determination, they have brought me through the distractions, and carried me into the end zone.
None of us is, as a rule, sexually selfish. But Chloe and Red have taught me the benefits of being temporarily self-centered. Letting them dote on me. Letting the rest of the world wait for my pleasure, our pleasure, to come first. Every time, the world has been just fine for those few minutes without me. And my body and my psyche are healthier and stronger for the loving this allows.
Now, if I could just prescribe this kind of thing for my patients ....
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