I've hesitated to post anything about our new living situation for the last couple weeks because it is new and I really needed to take some time to let it all sink in. Some of the things that were criticisms initially turned out to be some of the more intriguing nuances of living as three. We have an admittedly small apartment so personal space is at a minimum. Sharing one bathroom has been a challenge as well.

Things are good on this end and what started as a one week trial quickly turned into much more. In my previous blog, Kevin and I discussed inviting Andrew to move in with us instead of signing another year lease at his apartment. We decided to give it a week trial to see how things would work out. We went about three days and we all came to the same conclusion, that we were having a wonderful time together. With the full support of Kevin and I, Andrew gave notice to our apartment complex and we started working on vacating his apartment. This is where things got ugly.

The apartment reserved a garage for Andrew but that fell through because the previous tenant decided not to vacate. This means all of Andrew's stuff had to somehow fit into our apartment. We were able to get a small (12'x12') storage unit at the place down the street but we had to fit quite a bit of Andrew's stuff into our place. This meant that we had to reorganize and move things around. Even my computer desk was in pieces for nearly a week. We laughed and played together as we moved things to the apartment and the storage unit.

We got through it and it was FUN. Going through the experience together and the ordeal of moving with very little notice brought us together. I'll still be quick to say that we aren't a throuple or a triad and we don't intend to be one. We are simply a couple and our friend living our best life.

So the dust has settled and our apartment has twice as much shit in it and we've got another person. You would probably think we are incredibly stressed out but we aren't. Things seem nice. We went through a major life event together and it was fun.

The dynamic the three of us had prior to Andrew moving in was interesting and hard to define but things have become more clear now that Andrew is part of our everyday lives. It has become clear that Kevin is submissive to me and I find myself submissive to Andrew. Andrew and Kevin don't seem to have a D/s relationship of any kind but that may simply be too new. …

For those of you that haven't been following the blog religiously for the last few months, I'll catch you up to speed on the recent developments in my life. Kevin and I met a neighbor named Andrew and we've taken quite a liking to him. At this point, I affectionately call him "a boyfriend". I call Kevin "my boyfriend" and while the difference is mere semantics, it is a world of difference to me. Kevin is my partner and Andrew is a fun distraction. Kevin and I do plan to get married at some point, I just don't like the word fiancé because it invokes questions about some future as-yet-undetermined date for the requisite ceremony.

Over the past few weeks, conversation about moving in together has turned from lighthearted to somewhat serious. We finally had a discussion after celebrating Taco Tuesday on Tuesday evening while devouring a huge Taco Bell taco party pack. This post is in no way sponsored by Taco Bell but if anyone from taco bell is reading, I'm not opposed to it!

Tacos and their crunchy goodness aside, we've really started discussing moving in together. We both know this isn't a forever thing. Andrew doesn't plan to live in this state forever but Kevin and I plan to stay here, at least for a while. Andrew currently plans to move to the east coast in late February for a job opportunity that is expected to develop for him.

Moving in means lots of things, most notable is our personal space and my one on one time with Kevin. We both do enjoy spending time with Andrew, mine in the physical sense and all of us in the friendship sense. The sleeping arrangements would be one bed which I do enjoy for our sleepovers a couple times a week but I wonder if I would grow weary of it. Would the novelty wear off after some time? I am a cuddler for sure and there is no shortage of cuddles with this situation.

We live in a one bedroom and no two bedroom apartments are currently available in our building or the other one nearby. Andrew was able to rent an inexpensive garage in this complex. That means he wouldn't be moving a tremendous amount of his stuff into our place. All of his furniture and most of his boxes would just go into the garage.

Kevin and I are talking about it and we don't need to make a decision for another couple weeks. I know this would be jumping into things if this was planned to be a permanent thing or a poly triad but it isn't that. Kevin and I are making a list of pros and cons to help guide our decision. Make no mistake, this is one of those life decisions that we will be making together.…

Due to the popularity of my post about pegging becoming more mainstream in movies and television, I decided to do a post about pegging comedy. Pegging in itself can be dirty and strapping a rubber penis to yourself is admittedly silly. If you are ever in doubt, just strap-up and walk around the bedroom wiggling it around a bit. Penises are silly and fake penises are even sillier.

Pegging takes things a step further and makes mockery of the stereotypical relationship dynamic. Pegging allows men and women to let loose of the societal norms and just have fun with each other in the purest of ways. With no further ado, here is a bunch of stuff to make you smile and laugh.

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So he put his willy in a little metal thing for a few days. Big deal. At the beginning of our journey, I didn't really understand how big of a deal this was to him. As chastity has become a part of our every day life, I have developed a greater understanding for the power that it bestows upon me.

It is important for me to recognize that his pleasure and convenience does suffer for the good of our relationship. The frequency of his orgasms are decreased, he must sit to pee, nighttime erections are painful and we've even had to go to the extent of having a number system to rate how difficult of a time he is having.

There is little question that I've got the better end of the stick with our chosen kink. I get this fancy all-powerful-key to flaunt to him when chores need to be done, dogs walked, pussies eaten and breakfast made. He probably prefers one of those chores more than others, I know I do!

With that out of the way, us ladies don't exactly have it made on our end, either. We must remember to tease him regularly and we've locked up something that most of us generally enjoy using. If we skimp on the teasing for a while, we risk an upset and resentful fella and that's no fun. There's no better recipe for resentment than a locked and forgotten guy.

While we can (and do) unlock it for the purpose of fornication frequently, we don't actually need to unlock it.…