I Joined Flure to Try Polyamory, and It Helped Me Heal
I had recently exited a relationship that challenged my entire understanding of love. He was manipulative, controlling, and emotionally abusive. When it was over, I thought I would never get into a relationship again: I was so hurt and disappointed. But two or three months later, I found myself on dating apps. I was lonely and longed for new emotions that would help me heal. My supportive friend Angela introduced me to the Flure app: a perfect place to connect and explore. “It’s all about consent and mutual respect,” she told me. “No pressure, no toxic men in sight.”
And I believed her. I downloaded the app, filled out my profile, and added my best pics.
I wasn’t ready for anything serious. But one-night stands lost their attraction to me: I sought something genuinely novel, an exploration that would stir my imagination months after. That’s why I decided to dive into polyamory: a new community with its own values seemed promising and thrilling. On Flure, I found many people looking for the same thing I was: something extraordinary. Initially, I felt almost scared, but as I swiped through many smiling faces, I felt more comfortable. In my many conversations, I noticed that many people were tired of routine and expectations and just wanted to have fun and try new things. It felt like it was right for me, a place to belong, not just another algorithm-powered digital space.
Then, I met her. Sam was from North Chicago, a gorgeous, confident woman in her mid-thirties. A polyamorous and self-partnered, she was very happy with her life. Her messages were contagious with energy. After a few days of conversations, we spent a night together. She wasn’t the first woman I’ve slept with, but she was my best one: her glowing skin, her silky hair, and her wet juicy hole nearly became my new obsession, but something stopped me:
“Don’t fall for me,” she told me on our second night together. “We’re just doing it for fun.”
I couldn’t agree more, but something in me wanted to make her a little closer to me.
“Can I call you my girlfriend?” I raised my eyes to find hers while my head rested on her chest, but she was looking at the ceiling, perhaps thinking of something or someone else. Her fingers were playing with my hair.
“I see no harm in that,” said Sam. “You can call me “my polyamorous self-partnered girlfriend.”
I was happy. Now I wasn’t in a relationship, but I had a polyamorous girlfriend, a wonderful person to share my thoughts with and spend my time.
In my Flure profile, I wrote: “I’m in an open relationship with a polyamorous person. She might join us on our escapades.” Oh, what a reaction it caused! Men from all over the country bombed me with likes and messages. Many of them were married or in an open relationship. What struck me was how many like-minded people there were and how overlooked and misunderstood we felt in society.
“There’s just so much bullsh*t everywhere, I’m so happy we are on the same page,” Christian told me. Recently divorced, he was just like me: not looking for another commitment. He lived across the state, but we agreed to spend a weekend together.
We met in a hotel downtown. We had a little chat over a cocktail and went upstairs. He started to undress me; I kneeled and zipped his trousers. I knew I was good at blowjobs, and I wanted to please him badly. I took it inside and felt his hard cock in my mouth. I thought he was about to come when he pulled me up and threw me on the bed; he pulled down my panties and slid deep into me. I moaned. He fucked me hard. I felt his wet finger in my anus; I screamed loudly and came. He put his cock in my ass and pulled my hair; I heard our bodies making this loud slapping sounds and his quiet groans of pleasure and heavy breathing. He sped up, moaned, and came. I turned to face him; he was great.
Day by day, I realized that my whole world had changed. I wasn’t the same person whose life was turned upside down by a relationship ending. I felt like a grown-up woman, confident and liberated, who was willing to experiment. The many boyfriends and girlfriends I found online had no power over me. But I enjoyed every encounter, taking the best of it. Through my journey into polyamory, I discovered that love is far beyond possession. It’s about freedom, acceptance, and honesty. I found this world that I never thought existed before, and it gave me pleasure, joy, and healing.
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