I expect this to be my last major oil painting, and, surprisingly for someone with a lifestyle like mine, my first major nude subject. I’ll be switching to acrylics after this, I’ve tortured myself for long enough. I can sell an original oil canvas for a little more than an original acrylic, but the difference in price is not nearly enough to make up for the additional time, expense, and cleanup trouble involved with oil. Once the original painting is sold, most of its income for me comes from prints anyway. In the future, I feel like my productivity will increase, and so will the adventurousness in my subject matter. I’m reasonably confident that this will help my income, as long as people like my new work. Looking at how it’s taking shape, I think it’s my best product yet, but who am I to judge? I just paint the damn things, I don’t buy ‘em.
Hermit I may be in my in my menstrual isolation, but my social life is not completely forgotten. I make a call to Hera and we have a long and happy chat. I invite myself over for Friday, and tell her all about Megan. To my joy, she suggests I bring Megan with me early in the afternoon. Of course I will. She’ll have Megan and me Friday afternoon, and Taylor and me Friday night. Speaking of Taylor, I’m hoping she can entertain him on one of the nights that I’m out of commission, and even that works out better than I expected. She invites him to spend the night with her tonight at her house, and she’ll return the favor on Wednesday night at his house.
“Have your Mom record it, I want to see it,” I tell her.
“We’ll give you a show, have no fear,” she assures me.
Later I give Taylor a call, and confirm that the plans are real. I don’t want him neglected during my withdrawal, and Hera is the perfect companion for times I’m with Carl or anyone else, or, like now, nobody.
“You’d better be well rested,” I warn him. “Because you’re going to have to satisfy both of us on Friday night.”
“My work is never done!” he replies in mock exasperation. “Anyway, I’m sure her mother would not let me get away with anything less.”
“Yeah, Phoebe has a high opinion of you. She’s pronounced you worthy of two Goddesses. Just remember, with great power comes great responsibility.”
“It’s an awful burden,” he confesses.
My other chats that day are with Megan and Sonia about their workout schedule with Carl. Both confirm that they’ll be doing morning workouts together. Sonia is already infatuated with Megan, the kid is obviously fitting in well. Megan also tells me about the conversation with her mother.
“It went better than I expected. I was worried she’d think I was being a slut or somehow disappointing her, or that I’d get used and dumped or catch some terrible disease. Well, she is worried about whether it’s best for me, and it absolutely confused her. I had to explain it about three times. Then I had to look up some articles about polyamory and let her know it’s a real thing. I had to know for myself, too. Until all this started I’d never imagined that word would apply to me. Now I feel like it fits my soul. Tethys, I don’t think I can ever be in a monogamous relationship. I think I’m a lot like you, which is why I am so attracted to you.”
“Well, I don’t think she really understands it yet, but she did give me the ‘I only want you to be happy’ talk. She won’t be totally comfortable with it until she meets everybody that we’re involved with, I think. But at least she’s willing to accept it in principle.”
“That’s the best we can hope for,” I tell her. ”And in a way I agree with her. Your happiness and safety is what really matters. I do hope we get a chance to meet her and talk to her soon.”
“Ok, but be gentle,” she chuckles. “It’ll be fine. She may be worried about my sanity, but at least she knows that I’m happy and doing what I want to do.
On Wednesday I get more done on the Sea Goddess, she’s tantalizingly close to completion. Some might consider the painting already complete. As her creator, I know better. There are still a thousand little details and nuances needed to give the work the richness and depth it wants, and a few items that need to be removed as well. I’d originally wanted to include an underwater glimpse of a starfish at the base of the rock. It was a holdover from the mermaid theme. Now, it’s just in the way. There are details of the clouds, the waves, the sun’s reflection on the water and on her skin, that all need tiny tweaks. It can’t be too busy, but it can’t feel sterile and empty, either. Balance is tough.
I’m feeling more comfortable today. The cramping and queasiness, the farting, fatigue and listlessness that accompanies the first day of my flow is never too severe, and it’s almost completely gone by now. The blood flow is at its peak, and my tampons reach their limits sooner than I would like, but it’s mostly unnoticed for most of the day. The main symptom that I do notice is an almost complete lack of libido. I’m still fond of thinking sexual thoughts, and the memorable images of my adventures of late, especially the mental pictures of Taylor’s wide and capable cock embedded deep inside Megan, of Henri’s monster black cock embedded deep inside me, and the kinky drippiness of Taylor’s and Carl’s mixed cum oozing from my newly pleasured labia, are all extremely pleasant to contemplate, but they don’t inspire me to action in the way they normally would. There is no masturbation during these periods. But there is one thing I was dwelling on yesterday, and that’s privacy. Maybe here’s the real reason I went for the pill, with it’s pseudo-normal menstrual cycle, rather than a contraceptive injection, which shuts down the entire system: I have an excuse to spend time alone. Nobody would begrudge me, of course, if I choose to take “me time” breaks for any other reason, but my raging hormones are usually reluctant to allow that. I love to fuck, I love my men and my girlfriends, I need the immersion in sexuality with others. Like Megan, although I enjoy the intimacy and affection of one on one sex, and sometimes even prefer it, I more often want to be in sexual situations with three or more people. I’m sure I wanted this long before I realized I did, but now that I’m becoming accustomed to it, it seems the most natural thing in the world. But I do need to withdraw into myself sometimes. And menstruation gives me a convenient excuse to do that.
The afternoon comes with a call from Joanne. It’s on video, and I reciprocate. I love seeing that she’s naked while we speak, and I’m confident she appreciates the view of me as well. Some of it’s idle chit-chat, but the real point is the upcoming party at her house on Sunday. Are we still on? Is there anyone else coming? I remind her of Megan and Hera, neither of whom she’s met in person yet.
“I can’t wait,” she insists through the garbly reception. “I only know what you and Sonia have told me, and the videos of course, but I am totally sure if they like us, we’ll like them.”
“I do have a question, though,” she segues unexpectedly. “Back in San Diego, we used to host nude karaoke events during our parties, and it was so much fun! I miss that here. Do you think if we were to set up the karaoke system for this party that people would want to use it?”
“That does sound like fun,” I grin. “But I won’t be using it. I cannot sing in public. At all. In fact, when I try to sing in the shower, the water drains twice as fast, it just can’t wait to leave!”
“Ok, but you can cheer,” she says. “Everybody needs to be cheered. And really, you don’t have to be good at it. It’s not about showing off your talent.”
“I think for some of us it’s about showing off how drunk we are,” I smirk. “Remember those old commercials where the audio cassette recording of a singer can break a glass? Memorex, I think. Well, if it was me, the glass would want to break the tape!”But you’re right, if it’s for nudity, it’s for a good cause. But you know, Taylor might want to try it. He does karaoke sometimes. He’s got a beautiful voice.”
“And Sonia, of course. Especially if we can get her to do one of her concert numbers. I bet she’ll look good out of costume!”
“And come to think of it, Megan said just the other night that she felt like singing while she was fucking Carl. I don’t know if she was serious, but she does have a cute voice, and maybe she’ll be willing. Beyond that, I don’t know.”
“Well, that’s a start,” Jo sounds encouraged. “I think I’ll set up the living room, and just see what happens.”
Thursday afternoon, the flow has stopped. I feel normal again. I take a long leisurely shower, clean up whatever residue remains, get dressed, and set my course for Carl’s house. It’s time for a workout.
Sonia and Megan are doing morning sessions, so I have this evening session with Carl to myself. It’s a good one, too, two hard hours of intense work. And that’s after our nice initial fuck. It’s a day of no sloppy seconds for him. My cunt is empty of Taylor’s cum, or even Henri’s. Carl has no one to replace, his sperm has no competition from anything except timing and manipulated hormones.
It’s not an obstacle. I love the way Carl fucks me before my workout, it’s the ideal warmup. By the time I’m ready to start lifting, I’m already breathing deep and dripping sweat and semen. It’s not our only fuck of the evening, either. After we’re done with the weights, there will be a nice sensual shower, and then a long leisurely and affectionate session in bed, that may turn into several. In between there’s pillow talk and gentle touching, an ideal post-workout cooldown.
I’ve been without an orgasm for three days before this evening, but now my libido has returned and overshot the mean. The last person to fuck me was Carl himself, right here in this house. If anything, tonight’s sex has just made me hornier. The same can’t be said for him. He’s fucked Sonia twice, Megan once, and as an added bonus, donated a load for Megan’s mouth. He’ll most likely be fucking both of them again in the morning. I entertain a momentary concern for his recovery ability.
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