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Chapter 14 Back to 'Normal'
My unplanned tryst with Brad had satisfied my hormonal needs while also boosting my confidence. That moment was the first time I had truly asserted myself as the Alpha in the mix and the power was intoxicating. I had begun to see myself as a woman who would forever after, be able to insist that her every sexual need will be met. The men (and women), of my future will be in for a surprise indeed.
As I ascended yet another step on Hannah's confidence-dominance ladder, I nonetheless remained thrilled by my position as her subservient protege. I had begun to understand the duality of sexual power and could enthusiastically adapt to either role. I'd begun to feel as though I had missed out on an entire world of sexuality I had never imagined, one that I was determined to explore to the outer limits.
Another benefit of a one-time hookup with Brad is that it served to reframe my understanding of my own sexual identity. My time with Hannah has served as an introduction to the joys of Sapphic pleasure. Though my time with her thus far has been primarily without men, this was more a matter of circumstance than choice. My relived experience with Brad (and the multiple men the evening prior), confirmed that at my core, I remained primarily heterosexual.
I had been given enough of a taste of woman love that I knew I wanted much, much more. But when it came to thoughts of relationships in the traditional sense, I could only ever imagine myself with a man. I'm sure that this is borne of a number of factors including procreation and society's lukewarm acceptance of nonconformist relations but at its core, I still longed for the blend of being with one of the opposite gender.
Despite the fact that I had clearly identified as heterosexual, I would never deny the pleasure I had come to know of sex with other women. The female body is typically softer and more sensuous. There is the thrill of playing together as they say, 'with home field advantage' and feeling as though a woman always knows how to bring another woman pleasure. But it always feels more like a friendship, separate from the physical act. For some reason, when it comes to women I can easily compartmentalize the two and imagine that one element could continue on even if the other had diminished. Whereas, with most men, it almost always gets too complicated to keep the lines from blurring. Often, the ones you just wanted to fuck became too attached to stay in their lane.
These are the thoughts that ran through my mind as I returned home and unpacked my weekend bag. Hannah had sent me a text advising that she was enjoying an extended long weekend at Jake's apartment and would be back for a night together on Wednesday. She also left a direction to check out the new folder on my laptop.
Ever eager to discover the next thing Hannah had cooked up, I dropped what I had been doing and fired up my computer. On the desktop was a folder entitled, 'M.P.O.D' which I learned, stood for My Personal Orgasm Diary. This latest obligation had me journaling the highlights of each and every time I achieved orgasm. It wasn't necessary that I do so in real time but definitely soon enough that I didn't forget the salient details. I could choose how much or how little to include but Hannah of course, made some helpful suggestions: position, technique, toys, inspiration(s), duration, level of satisfaction, etcetera.
It seemed like an easy enough challenge and I imagined that it would be quite interesting to look back on years later. For Hannah's part, I suspected that the task was set out as yet another layer of her vicarious pleasure as I continued to expose more and more of my soul to her. Knowing that my own pleasure was such a turn on for my roommate made me all the more keen to the task.
I wondered if most entries would end up being fairly repetitive given my frequent reliance on my 'goto' fantasies and techniques. I considered on the other hand, that the knowledge that I would be recording these events, might prompt me to search for greater variety. As my very first entry, I chose my recent experience with Brad which was certain to prompt a lively discussion once Hannah got her hands on it.
My first day back to work came with the excitement of seeing Brad and wondering if he had added the newest panty discovery to the office rumor mill or whether he had chosen to keep the secret to himself. Part of me hoped that he had decided to keep it a secret, which would tend to confirm his 'appreciation' of my unsolicited gift. But equally pleasurable to me, was the intrigue of my coworkers and seeing how fixated they became the last time I made a panty drop. For my part, I acted as puzzled as the rest and engaged with them in the guessing game while taking perverted pleasure in knowing that an entire office was talking about my panties.
On the home front, my relationship with Hannah continued to grow. We kept up the webcamming with her pets and I had begun to take a more active role in directing what they were and were not to do. At all times, Hannah remained principally in charge but the beginning of power sharing was something I welcomed without asking for any more than she offered.
Hannah's relationship with Jake continued to flourish and of course, I remained the unknown willing participant in their sexual affairs. This element of my expanding sexual horizons had taken on a new level of excitement with the open question of whether Jake had been one of my masseurs. If he was in fact in on it, his poker face was indecipherable.
