Omg.

So we had a new friend over, Riley. We met her on the boards, chatted for a while, and finally made plans to hang out. The three of us did dinner first. Totally normal. Lots of laughing. Good food. Then we got really, really high.

Probably too high.

Honestly, if there was ever a night where we should have said, “Maybe let’s call it,” this was it. But that’s not how this house works.

Riley came prepared. She brought a bag that turned out to be way more interesting than I expected. Inside was her strap-on harness and a small collection of attachments. After some more talking and a lot of giggling, the ladies decided it was time to get naked.

That’s when things shifted.

Riley suited up with this fairly large, purple masterpiece that she seemed very proud of. The confidence in her face alone should have warned me. She got everything ready, looked at me, and simply told me to come sit on her lap.

There’s something about being calmly instructed like that, especially when two naked women are watching you. I did what I was told.

What followed was… intense.

Riley did not hesitate. She was steady, deliberate, and strong. At one point I remember thinking, “This is a whole different level.” Annie was right there, encouraging, occasionally stepping in to kiss Riley, run her hands over her, or whisper things that made both of them laugh while I was trying to keep up.

Seeing them make out while I was in the middle of it all was next-level hot. It added this layer of chaos and electricity. Sometimes I was upright, gripping Riley’s shoulders while they kissed over me. Other times I was bent forward, bracing myself, just trying to breathe and stay present while she drove the pace.

I will say this clearly: I got worked over.

There were moments I completely lost track of how many times I’d finished. It was overwhelming, exhausting, and ridiculously hot all at once. Riley clearly knew what she was doing, and Annie looked like she was having the time of her life watching it unfold.

And yes, the ladies very much enjoyed themselves too. I’m not even going to get into the details of how that played out, because that’s probably its own post.

All I know is we started the night as three slightly stoned adults eating dinner.

We ended it as something entirely different.

I have no idea how my life got here, but I’m not exactly complaining.