Well, this is a bit of a new one for me. A story about a hypothetical or theoretical event that hasn't yet occurred. I have no idea how this one is going to go, but I selfishly wanted to commit this moment to print so I might look back on it some day in the not so distant future. I know the Literotica audience may not respond as enthusiastically as for some of my previous stories, which have all been based on events that had actually occurred, but here goes anyway. A gal can be selfish every once in a while, so on goes my "precog" hat as I look forward to what may come.
For those who have followed my life as told through my stories here, you may remember that I am in a relationship with an amazing and exciting woman named Alyssa. We've been together nearly a year (I mark the time of our "going public" between Thanksgiving and Christmas in 2021 as an attempt to normalize our relationship for my typically judgmental family ahead of the holidays to avoid the predictable drama. It mostly worked). We've spent the past year together growing closer, and for me at least, experiencing life, passion and intimacy on a whole new level. Seeing her name on my cell phone is still enough to give me the butterflies. She's wonderful.
Alyssa was/is my first bisexual relationship, and at times I have felt like I am in a perpetual state of catching up to where she is, confidence-wise and experience-wise. I was in a 15-year marriage that felt stale by year three. By comparison, Alyssa has so many more experiences and the well earned self-assurance that comes with it. She makes it sound so ho-hum or easy when she regales me with tales of past adventures. Listening to her talk sometimes feels like a Penthouse Forum letter (do they still have those?) and I just usually respond by staring, mouth agape. We'll be cutting veggies and chatting before dinner, and something will harken to a past adventure and cause her to casually blurt out things like, "oh, did I ever tell you I once gave a blowjob in the back of a taxi in New York while the driver watched?" Goodness, Alyssa, well now you did!
She's so much more open than me, so less confined by the synthetic and claustrophobic norms of society. She lives her life in a way I had previously only fantasized about, and I love and respect her so much for it. Now, and I hope for the foreseeable future, I am happily along for the ride. I have fallen in love with someone I look upon as a hero in so many ways. I consider myself so lucky.
Alyssa, as you may remember from previous stories, is a "talker." And during moments of intimacy, even more so. She knows how to push my buttons, and how to help me push hers. During the past year, we've had so many conversations about past lovers, experiences, and unfulfilled fantasies. The unfulfilled ones mostly belong to me, I'm afraid. But she has such a knack for turning my "wish list" into something that catches fire in the moment. She knows, for instance, I've never had a threesome, so on one occasion when we were sailing together with two of her male friends (A Day on the Water with my Baby) she embellished an experience we shared by weaving her friends into the story, almost as if they were there with us. Alyssa and I were alone below deck, but listening to her scalding words as we had sex felt as if I had legitimately experienced multiple partners for the first time. She's that good at it.
On another occasion (Alyssa's New Toy for Kristi) she boldly challenged me to admit as we were having sex that I (in her words) "missed cock." I did nervously admit it to her, at which point she slipped on a strap-on toy and proceeded to make me climax so hard it felt like an out-of-body experience. It's just this way she has--and I love her so much for it. She's in my head, always.
After a year of feeling me out around the edges, we had a conversation about a week ago that is still screaming in my head like a siren. We were joking around about what to get who Christmas presents--friends, siblings, aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews--a list that never seems to end. I remarked, "don't get me anything expensive this year," as the high dollar amounts totaled in my head. She had a very mischievous half smile when she responded, "I'll bet I can get you the best present you ever got--for free."
