The Time I Had My Cake and Ate Her Too
A surprise threesome with a cherry on top: A recipe of sorts
Introduction
I’ve had my share of threesomes and a few moresomes too. But none compare to the time a lover and I turned one of my best friends into a cake and devoured her.
There was the impromptu threesome in a sexclub, with two guys—both named Jimmy. The one with a married, yogini couple from Tindr while their kid was asleep in the next room. There was one with a self-obsessed music producer, where his mistress and I took turns pegging him—partially because he loved getting pegged, but also because he was too high to get it up. Another one with my neighbor and her Dom. And then some…
They were always a lot of fun—and sometimes a lot of awkward too.
A few might be deserving of their own stories. Still, most of the above fall flat when I think of the time I obducted my friend and delivered her, blindfolded to the hotel room where my lover was waiting with whipped cream and champagne.
Back story
I have a weak spot for creative geniuses. I also have a thing for people with twisted, perverted minds. Combine the two and I’m an easy sell.
