Hello lovelies,
So I´m new here and hope to gain some insights from experienced poly people for this particular case
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To get right to the point- There is this human I fell for completely unexpectedly.
He happens to be male but he has an overwhelmingly angelic, loving, compassionate aura and I say this probably being on the high functioning autism spectrum so I´m not fond of people that much in general. I´ve honestly never seen anyone quite like him, so naturally he started to fascinate me very much.
Because despite being so caring and loving he has no issue with being super kinky, rough and dominant during sexual activities.
Initially I planned on only meeting up and having a casual shibari session since he was about to leave for a place warmer than here for about 6 months.
Said man is very experienced and knows what he´s doing in many aspects - BDSM, the swinger scene, clubbing, you name it...
Anyway. We met 5 times before he left, starting in October. After the first session (I wore leggings and a bra) we agreed it was awesome and wanted to repeat it, so we did. The second time I wanted to feel him and the ropes more so I got naked and I completely drifted into subspace the second I felt the tension rising in the room. I felt like kissing him so much yet felt torn at first because well...I had and still officially have a boyfriend.
Little background info at this point- I´m aware this is not what polyamory is about and I´m aware many people will consider this to be unacceptable but here´s what happened. Right when I met said guy (let´s call him Jade) I had decided to once more give it my all and muster up my energy to try and get out of my recurring bouts of depression. It was pretty bad, severe at times, including suicidal ideation, self harm, etc.
I had started realizing that my entire life I´ve been doing what my mother wants me to do and who she wants me to be and sacrificed way too much of myself and my energy on anyone but myself. My relationship of 6 years had stopped being sexually and romantically interesting for me and I was pretty sure my current partner is not for life (I knew that from the beginning but 5 years ago I was still in love).
After the first time with Jade I felt so energized and fascinated that I had to visit him again of course. It was like a drug on two levels - his personality + shibari. I would go to his apartment without thinking much about it. All I knew is that I needed this and wanted this so, so bad. I wasn´t thinking about whether or not I´m catching feelings. I just knew that these sensations are something I haven´t even remotely experienced in many, many years. And while I was aware I´m cheating because this was not what I had agreed upon with my monogamous af bf I just felt like my heart and everything inside me needs and craves this.
Anyway, Jade was confused but we finally kissed and he was happy about it, too. Later that day another girl came over and we kinda had a threesome except that Jade didn´t fuck me- I was still hesitant about that but only because I felt so bad about cheating. The third time we met we had sex. I just couldn´t resist and oh boy, the experience was mind-blowing and I was in subspace super hardcore. Jade even fulfilled my wish of being choked and made me experience full suspense. To be honest, my bf and anything I have ever experienced with him can´t compare.
Through my experiences with Jade I realized I had tried to ignore my masochistic/submissive self for all those years since my bf is not kinky. I had shunned my kinky side and suppressed it the best I could. But of course I "failed". It all made sense within seconds when after the 2nd session I whispered that I feel like such a freaky weirdo. But Jade just put his hand on my hair, caressed me and said "No, you´re not a freak. You´re a wonderful human being". I started crying and he hugged me, reassuring me everything about myself is okay the way it is. As you can imagine, it was such heart-warming aftercare that I felt completely high and jolly for the rest of the day.
Anyway, after we had sex the 3rd time around two of his friends came to his place and we went to a sex positive party together. We had fun but unfortunately I got overwhelmed by the music and the crowd after two hours and went outside with Jade. Then we went to his home, he took care of me and I fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning it didn´t take long and him and one of his friends (both female btw, he´s pretty much straight) came and laid next to me. I started to caress his face and his hair and his upper body because my hands just naturally gravitated towards there. I really, really felt like doing something good to this sweetheart and he started breathing a bit faster. Suddenly, said friend left and he pulled away the blanket where, oh well, his beautiful dick said "good morning" to me lol. We had casual, beautiful sex and had breakfast after. I mustered up my courage and gave Jade a key chain I had bought for him the other day. I still remember his genuine, beautiful smile when he saw it to this day...
After that I sent him a Youtube Link of the song "I´m your man" by Leonard Cohen and wrote that I´d been listening to this song lately and that it reminds me of him. He replied that he was not my man and that I have a relationship I should take care of and cherish. The next time we met I brought dinner and we discussed the issue. I had meant it as a joke in a way because he had told me that he feels like a sexual chameleon sometimes - always feeding off of the kind of sexual energy and desires of his partners and giving them back whatever he senses they want.
I don´t know if this misunderstanding occured due to my asperger´s but I was sad about what I had perceived to be a weird knee-jerk reaction of him.
After we were done talking (and yes, it was hard to act like an adult, being that hurt) he understood my situation.
I should probably add that I had unfortunately cheated on my bf once before at a sex party where I was completely wasted and ended up fucking a guy even though I just wanted to have sex with a girl (which would have been ok for my bf). Honest as I normally am I told him what had happened of course. And yes, it was uncomfortable but the reaction was even more awkward. Finally, my bf said sth unexpected: "Why are you even telling me such things?"
So I decided to not tell him such things from that point on. And then basically, the story with Jade started (we met online).
Anyway, the 4th time was pretty intense. He brought me right to the outer boundaries of my comfort zone but somehow always knew where to stop. I asked him whether he could take photos with my phone but he was so in the moment he completely forgot lol.
And then came the sad day that had to come eventually. Jade wrote me a message saying he booked the flight and he´s leaving tomorrow. For a moment I felt like the world has stopped moving. I replied immediately, telling him I at least want to return the jacket I borrowed the other day and give him a good-bye kiss. He said he has a lot to do but that he can arrange for that.
That same day I tried my perhaps 10th therapist after never having met anyone I felt really comfortable with.
And bam, there she was. I just knew the moment she said hello to me that this was the person I want to work with. I left teary-eyed because she touched on subjects that hurt a bit but I felt good anyway.
So finally I rang the bell and went upstairs to see Jade for the last time. By force of habit I started taking off my shoes. Only when I was done I realized I had removed them and Jade said "Well now that you´ve taken them off why don´t you have a seat in the living room?" so I did.
He stood right in front of me, looking down at me and asking me stuff about my therapy session. Noticing this I asked why he won´t sit down because frankly, this situation is creepy. He smiled cheekily and pulled me up. I smiled too and we kissed and the he asked "Want a quickie?" *lol* and I was like "God damn, are you really doing this to me? But yes, you know I could never refuse!" so we had sex one last time and after that I started crying (again hehe).
All that bullshit my conservative parents had put in me and all those shitty religious beliefs that made me hate myself and my sexuality just seeped out within seconds. It was almost like I had an epiphany. When I told him that all this time I thought I don´t deserve good he said "No, of course you do because everyone does. Just take all the happiness you can. It´s all out there waiting for you".
Finally Jade made me stand up and put a bracelet around my wrist. "I hope you like this" he said.
Then, it was time to say good-bye. I told him to not do anything stupid and to take care. After our last kiss I walked down the stairs, went outside and saw car lights. street lights and illuminated signs and stuff and I stared at them and for the first time in forever I was so fascinated that I burst out in tears. I couldn´t hold them back whatsoever and squatted somewhere on the street to cry. I felt like I´m wearing hazy, rose-colored glasses and seing the world through an Instagram filter. "How is this happening? This must be a dream. Why has so much good and intense happened today? Where is the catch?" I thought.
So I´m new here and hope to gain some insights from experienced poly people for this particular case
To get right to the point- There is this human I fell for completely unexpectedly.
He happens to be male but he has an overwhelmingly angelic, loving, compassionate aura and I say this probably being on the high functioning autism spectrum so I´m not fond of people that much in general. I´ve honestly never seen anyone quite like him, so naturally he started to fascinate me very much.
Because despite being so caring and loving he has no issue with being super kinky, rough and dominant during sexual activities.
Initially I planned on only meeting up and having a casual shibari session since he was about to leave for a place warmer than here for about 6 months.
Said man is very experienced and knows what he´s doing in many aspects - BDSM, the swinger scene, clubbing, you name it...
Anyway. We met 5 times before he left, starting in October. After the first session (I wore leggings and a bra) we agreed it was awesome and wanted to repeat it, so we did. The second time I wanted to feel him and the ropes more so I got naked and I completely drifted into subspace the second I felt the tension rising in the room. I felt like kissing him so much yet felt torn at first because well...I had and still officially have a boyfriend.
Little background info at this point- I´m aware this is not what polyamory is about and I´m aware many people will consider this to be unacceptable but here´s what happened. Right when I met said guy (let´s call him Jade) I had decided to once more give it my all and muster up my energy to try and get out of my recurring bouts of depression. It was pretty bad, severe at times, including suicidal ideation, self harm, etc.
I had started realizing that my entire life I´ve been doing what my mother wants me to do and who she wants me to be and sacrificed way too much of myself and my energy on anyone but myself. My relationship of 6 years had stopped being sexually and romantically interesting for me and I was pretty sure my current partner is not for life (I knew that from the beginning but 5 years ago I was still in love).
After the first time with Jade I felt so energized and fascinated that I had to visit him again of course. It was like a drug on two levels - his personality + shibari. I would go to his apartment without thinking much about it. All I knew is that I needed this and wanted this so, so bad. I wasn´t thinking about whether or not I´m catching feelings. I just knew that these sensations are something I haven´t even remotely experienced in many, many years. And while I was aware I´m cheating because this was not what I had agreed upon with my monogamous af bf I just felt like my heart and everything inside me needs and craves this.
Anyway, Jade was confused but we finally kissed and he was happy about it, too. Later that day another girl came over and we kinda had a threesome except that Jade didn´t fuck me- I was still hesitant about that but only because I felt so bad about cheating. The third time we met we had sex. I just couldn´t resist and oh boy, the experience was mind-blowing and I was in subspace super hardcore. Jade even fulfilled my wish of being choked and made me experience full suspense. To be honest, my bf and anything I have ever experienced with him can´t compare.
Through my experiences with Jade I realized I had tried to ignore my masochistic/submissive self for all those years since my bf is not kinky. I had shunned my kinky side and suppressed it the best I could. But of course I "failed". It all made sense within seconds when after the 2nd session I whispered that I feel like such a freaky weirdo. But Jade just put his hand on my hair, caressed me and said "No, you´re not a freak. You´re a wonderful human being". I started crying and he hugged me, reassuring me everything about myself is okay the way it is. As you can imagine, it was such heart-warming aftercare that I felt completely high and jolly for the rest of the day.
Anyway, after we had sex the 3rd time around two of his friends came to his place and we went to a sex positive party together. We had fun but unfortunately I got overwhelmed by the music and the crowd after two hours and went outside with Jade. Then we went to his home, he took care of me and I fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning it didn´t take long and him and one of his friends (both female btw, he´s pretty much straight) came and laid next to me. I started to caress his face and his hair and his upper body because my hands just naturally gravitated towards there. I really, really felt like doing something good to this sweetheart and he started breathing a bit faster. Suddenly, said friend left and he pulled away the blanket where, oh well, his beautiful dick said "good morning" to me lol. We had casual, beautiful sex and had breakfast after. I mustered up my courage and gave Jade a key chain I had bought for him the other day. I still remember his genuine, beautiful smile when he saw it to this day...
After that I sent him a Youtube Link of the song "I´m your man" by Leonard Cohen and wrote that I´d been listening to this song lately and that it reminds me of him. He replied that he was not my man and that I have a relationship I should take care of and cherish. The next time we met I brought dinner and we discussed the issue. I had meant it as a joke in a way because he had told me that he feels like a sexual chameleon sometimes - always feeding off of the kind of sexual energy and desires of his partners and giving them back whatever he senses they want.
I don´t know if this misunderstanding occured due to my asperger´s but I was sad about what I had perceived to be a weird knee-jerk reaction of him.
After we were done talking (and yes, it was hard to act like an adult, being that hurt) he understood my situation.
I should probably add that I had unfortunately cheated on my bf once before at a sex party where I was completely wasted and ended up fucking a guy even though I just wanted to have sex with a girl (which would have been ok for my bf). Honest as I normally am I told him what had happened of course. And yes, it was uncomfortable but the reaction was even more awkward. Finally, my bf said sth unexpected: "Why are you even telling me such things?"
So I decided to not tell him such things from that point on. And then basically, the story with Jade started (we met online).
Anyway, the 4th time was pretty intense. He brought me right to the outer boundaries of my comfort zone but somehow always knew where to stop. I asked him whether he could take photos with my phone but he was so in the moment he completely forgot lol.
And then came the sad day that had to come eventually. Jade wrote me a message saying he booked the flight and he´s leaving tomorrow. For a moment I felt like the world has stopped moving. I replied immediately, telling him I at least want to return the jacket I borrowed the other day and give him a good-bye kiss. He said he has a lot to do but that he can arrange for that.
That same day I tried my perhaps 10th therapist after never having met anyone I felt really comfortable with.
And bam, there she was. I just knew the moment she said hello to me that this was the person I want to work with. I left teary-eyed because she touched on subjects that hurt a bit but I felt good anyway.
So finally I rang the bell and went upstairs to see Jade for the last time. By force of habit I started taking off my shoes. Only when I was done I realized I had removed them and Jade said "Well now that you´ve taken them off why don´t you have a seat in the living room?" so I did.
He stood right in front of me, looking down at me and asking me stuff about my therapy session. Noticing this I asked why he won´t sit down because frankly, this situation is creepy. He smiled cheekily and pulled me up. I smiled too and we kissed and the he asked "Want a quickie?" *lol* and I was like "God damn, are you really doing this to me? But yes, you know I could never refuse!" so we had sex one last time and after that I started crying (again hehe).
All that bullshit my conservative parents had put in me and all those shitty religious beliefs that made me hate myself and my sexuality just seeped out within seconds. It was almost like I had an epiphany. When I told him that all this time I thought I don´t deserve good he said "No, of course you do because everyone does. Just take all the happiness you can. It´s all out there waiting for you".
Finally Jade made me stand up and put a bracelet around my wrist. "I hope you like this" he said.
Then, it was time to say good-bye. I told him to not do anything stupid and to take care. After our last kiss I walked down the stairs, went outside and saw car lights. street lights and illuminated signs and stuff and I stared at them and for the first time in forever I was so fascinated that I burst out in tears. I couldn´t hold them back whatsoever and squatted somewhere on the street to cry. I felt like I´m wearing hazy, rose-colored glasses and seing the world through an Instagram filter. "How is this happening? This must be a dream. Why has so much good and intense happened today? Where is the catch?" I thought.