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“She Watched. She Stayed. She Wanted.”

Let me tell you something about threesomes: most people think they’re either wild fantasies or massive mistakes. Rarely do they understand the in-between—the delicate, intoxicating sliver of space where desire, curiosity, and consequence collide.

That’s the space I stepped into when Lisa invited me in. And Paul? Well, Paul was the soft center between us—sweet, eager, and just a little bit dazed.

But this story isn’t about the sex. (Okay, it was incredible.) It’s about what happened after.

It’s about Lisa’s voice, trembling but firm, when she said, “I don’t want to share Paul with you.”

Now, don’t get it twisted. I wasn’t trying to steal him. I wasn’t playing games. I don’t do drama. What I do—what I live for—is honest connection. And that night, every touch, every breath, every whispered word between the three of us was as real as it gets.

Still, Lisa's confession shook me.

Not because she accused me. But because beneath her boldness, I recognized something rawer. Something I know well: fear. Not the kind that makes you run, but the kind that makes you stay—when your heart’s wide open and you’re afraid someone might see too much.

She didn’t expect to feel what she felt. I didn’t either.

And yet, there we were. Not rivals. Not lovers. Just two women standing across from each other, realizing that we had let something happen that couldn’t be undone. And maybe, secretly, we were both glad it had.

I didn’t promise to vanish. I didn’t play submissive. But I did offer her something rare in today’s world: transparency. I told her I’d never do anything with Paul without her knowing. Not because I had to. But because I saw her—and I respected her.

And in return, she stayed the night.

Not for another round.

Not for closure.

But for peace.

We didn’t cuddle. We didn’t cry. We didn’t talk about what might come next. We just existed. Side by side. Two women, bare-legged under the covers, having surrendered to something messy and beautiful—and letting that be enough.

If you’ve ever felt torn between who you are and who you’re afraid to become, A Bit More Complicated might hit closer than you expect.

This isn’t a story about choosing. It’s a story about allowing.

And sometimes, the sexiest thing you can give someone … is space.

xo,

Marti 💋

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