Doubles diary; sapphic desire and frisky improv

8pm arrives and so do I, entering a fancy hotel lobby, to see my friend waiting. She had flown down to Melbourne for our duo with a mutual favourite. A memorable evening of earthly delights would soon unfold.

We hadn’t discussed a dress code, but perhaps because of our longstanding friendship, or because we understood the kind of magic we were about to create that night, we were both leather clad, twin sirens ready for our man in waiting. My friend's leather pants fit her svelte body perfectly.

I wore a leather trench with a scandalously sheer dress beneath, a risky choice, as the trench was held closed by only a belt and threatened to slip and scandalise some innocent passerby.

From the moment the three of us entered the lifts, there was so much excitement and desire flittering between us. The magic of good chemistry becomes a powerful, intoxicating whirlwind when it is shared between three. We must have rolled around every corner of the suite that night, taking turns in each role: exhibitionist and voyeur, the judicious onlooker, joining at just the right moment to escalate pleasure into a rapturous cascade.

It was the most incredible smutty improv that our three devious minds could concoct. Erotic dance and strawberries and champagne in the bath, lingerie dress-ups that our patron of deviance had gifted my friend and me!

I’m bisexual and I’ve always found it thrilling to observe the sensuality and erotic power of another woman, to witness the effect she has on a man.

With my friends, I often sense the presence of this power, and I admit, I sometimes feel curious about this side, especially when we admire and flirt with one another online!

I was very lucky that our date was an alchemist in this way. That he understands what we bisexual women dare not say to each other, that he recognises the sapphic undercurrent of feminine admiration and issues us with an invitation to be bold.

Maybe we had approached the edge of explicit desire before, the frisson of possibility that sparks in a friend’s casually intimate touch, the unspoken curiosity as we share details of our erotic lives.

On this evening, we finally had the opportunity to express the erotic undercurrent of our admiration for each other, the flirtatious undertone of our friendship within the fabulous world of erotic possibility that we created.