Doubles diary; sapphic desire and smutty improv with S and Drew.

Drew and my erotic dress-ups, courtesy of S.

8pm arrives and so do I, entering a fancy hotel lobby, to see Drew Sydney waiting. Drew had flown down to Melbourne for our duo with S, 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. Drew’s leather pants fit her svelte body perfectly. Already a 6 foot gazelle, she was almost otherworldly in her heels.

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 (no people were harmed in the making of this date).

I lied, the trench was not belted shut at all in this image. How indecent.

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 S, our patron of deviance, had gifted Drew and me!

Drew and I had shared a years-long friendship at that point, and some of our friends have asked me after that night if it was strange to share this intimate experience with a friend. Personally, I’ve always loved exploring threesomes with friends who share the same exploratory approach to intimacy (some more delightful memories in my vault). I’m bisexual (so is Drew) 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 somebody like S, who is on the very same wavelength, seeing their intimacy unfold was even more thrilling. So much fun!

As Drew’s friend, I always sensed the presence of this power, and I always felt curious about this side of her. S is an alchemist in this way. It seems to me that he perceives 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.

The auburn goddess herself.

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.

As an aside: following this evening, I realised that I had mistakenly undervalued the importance of trust in making a threesome unforgettable.

I trusted S and trusted his vision for the evening, as a friend I trusted Drew deeply. It’s remarkable how free and slutty we can become when we feel our safest and most trusting.

Drew and I were so comfortable with each other, and finally had the opportunity to express the erotic undercurrent of our admiration for each other, the flirtatious undertone of many years of friendship, in the playful and lighthearted space of a threesome, within the fabulous world of erotic possibility that S creates.

Thank you for taking the time to read my diary, I hope you are having all the erotic adventures that your heart desires. Until next time.

Nina x

Drew tells me she’ll be visiting Melbourne this October.

If you’re interested in recreating this magic as a trio, I’d love to hear from you. Reach out here.