Evelyn Becomes a Client!
Hello, love. Been a while, hasn’t it?
Between writing papers for summer classes and soaking up as much sunshine as I can, I seem to have fallen behind on posting new blog entries. I’ve had several ideas swirling in my head, just waiting for motivation to strike and the words to flow like water.
As it so happens, I’m feeling rather motivated today.
So I’ll be musing about a recent experience of mine -
My very first MMF threesome!
I’ve wanted to explore an MMF for a while now - something about being enveloped in blissful masculinity has always appealed to me. But, logistically, they’re not the easiest thing to plan.
First, finding two guys who I’m attracted to that are also attracted to each other can be difficult. This often includes some form of online dating, chatting online for a while, meeting each person individually, meeting again all as a group, and just hoping that the chemistry is there for all of us. It really does take so much time, effort, and energy, and the results are far from guaranteed.
Then, finding a time and place that works for everyone’s schedule. While easier than the first step, this can still be a bit of a headache.
At some point, I just chalked it up as too much hassle and put it on the backburner.
Until one day, I was booked for a duo. It was the client’s first ever threesome, and it was amazing! I swear his smile shone like the sun when we were done with him.
As I drove home, basking in the post-duo glow, I had a thought - if my clients can book me to make their fantasies come true, why the heck aren’t I doing that for myself? So I set out on a mission…
Operation: Evelyn Becomes a Client
The things I value most in life are new perspectives and new experiences. Trying my hand at being a client certainly checked both boxes! In the process, I gained a new level of empathy for what my clients go through when booking me. I wish I could say I was calm, cool, and collected the whole time - but I was nervous and excited and had all the feels! Let’s break it down:
Preparing the date
First, there was writing the emails. Having received a fair number of inquiries myself, I knew what a good booking request looked like versus a poorly written booking request. And yet, I stressed over the wording, reviewing it several times before pressing send while holding my breath and crossing my fingers. I felt like celebrating when they accepted my request!
When the time came to send the deposits, my CashApp wouldn’t allow me to send any money. As someone who is well aware that waiting to send a deposit is considered poor etiquette, I sure got a little anxious! Thankfully, a call to the bank cleared everything up and saved me from making a less than stellar first impression.
Once all three of us were in agreement that it would be a delightful experience that we should definitely do, we had to handle logistics. The issue was that we all lived in different states, but making one of the requests a FMTY and then doing a little flying myself ensured we were all in the same space at the same time.
I think it should go without saying that I booked a dinner date (it’s always polite to feed new friends, after all). But as I was in a new city and unfamiliar with the local cuisine, I was left to read pages of reviews to pick someplace nice. And then, because I’m me, I took myself for dinner there the night before to make sure the food was good enough for my dates (it was).
Then I walked to a stationary store and spent wayyy too much time picking out envelopes. The ones I finally decided I liked only came in a 20 pack, so I have 18 spare envelopes now (but at least they’re cute).
At Dinner
When the date began, I was so nervous! Most of it stemmed from excitement - I’d literally been dreaming of this for years - but I was rather surprised when I became acquainted with a feeling that I wasn’t expecting: a bit of self-doubt. Thoughts like “I really hope they’re actually enjoying themselves, and not just having to pretend” entered my mind.
I’ve heard thoughts of this ilk before from lovers, and it has always taken me aback.
Consider this: I’ll be on a date with the sweetest new lover, and they’ve done everything right. Their booking process was seamless, the conversation flowed like the sweetest honey over dinner, and all I can think about it getting back to our room and showing them, in extensive sensual detail, how much I enjoy their company.
And then they’ll make a comment, worrying whether or not I’m having an okay time. Whether my happiness is genuine, or forced.
As I’m not a great actress, it’s fairly easy to tell when I’m not enjoying myself. But sometimes my new lovers don’t know that yet, and so they wonder. I’ve always understood where the doubt stemmed from, but could never truly empathize until now, when the shoe was on the other foot.
Luckily, I decided to enjoy myself instead of dwelling on questions like that. It was easy to do - after all, they were professionals. Charming, lovely, engaging. I was swooning as we made our way to the hotel.
At the Hotel!
It felt so luxurious to be on the client side of things! To just relax while someone else took the lead. It was exquisite, and I didn’t have to worry my pretty little head about a single thing besides feeling pleasure and returning it in equal measure. There was an ease to it all - an effortless fluidity between the three of us (which can be rare with that many limbs sharing space in the same bed).
Every worry I had - how to write the best email, how to make my deposit go through, how to get us all in the same city, how to pick the best envelope, how to choose a good restaurant, how to be the best host I could be - melted away in that bed. Hell, I’m pretty sure I melted away in that bed. It was everything I had hoped for, and I already cannot wait to do it again!
Afterthoughts
And so I walked away (after a long, lovely nap) from that date with a renewed sense of appreciation for my clients and the unique set of things to take into consideration when booking a provider. How nerve-wracking it can feel, even when you do everything to the best of your abilities.
I also left with a greater appreciation for this industry and the joy it brings. It truly amazes me how incredible it is that by sending a respectful message and an agreed upon sum, I was able to experience a fantasy I’d wanted to explore for years. And it was perfect - no hassles, no spending hours on online dating apps hoping three random people would click - just a lovely time from start to finish.
So if you’ve been craving something like me, I have some advice:
Book the provider(s).
If you’re nervous to initiate, read up on how to write a good introduction.
Enchanted by someone far away? Fly them to you (or you to them). It’s worth it.
Treat them to dinner. Break the ice while you break bread.
Worried about the cost? Save up, or search within your budget. I promise the last thing you’ll be thinking about in the afterglow is money. Because when it comes to experiences, some are truly priceless.
Until next time! <3
Evelyn
P.S. Oh, and if you have never experienced the bliss of being rubbed down with coconut oil by two people at the same time after orgasming so hard you saw stars, you should really schedule that soon because it’s heavenly.
P.S.S. If you came here expecting a graphic play by play of my MMF, I’m sorry to disappoint, but you should know that kissing and blogging it all in explicit detail is not my style. If you’d like to see it firsthand, I have great news! We’re all available for hire and would love it if you joined us ;)