#explorations

When it’s aligned, you’ll be there.

Exploration extraterrestre d'un caméléon astronaute

They lay together after, their bodies damp, the scent of another still clinging to their skin. He had watched her earlier— her mouth opening around a stranger’s sigh, her back arched, hips trembling with pleasure she did not hide. He watched her as she devoured him— Uninhibited and raw. Desire had burned in him, yes, but alongside it came the sting: a small, sharp fear that she might give more to another than she could ever give him.

Later, she watched him— the way his hands gripped new thighs, the low growl in his throat how he opened her petals and inhaled her in ways That deeply aroused her. She looked intensely as he drove himself into another pussy. Her stomach clenched with jealousy, but her pulse quickened too, heat slicking her with the thrill of seeing him unbound.

They had agreed to explore Each for different reasons. They step past their edges together, hands finding new bodies, eyes never straying too far from each other. Every gasp is double-edged— desire and doubt colliding in the same heartbeat. Intriguing. Exciting. Doubting. Not knowing the edge. 

He watches her— flushed and trembling, and the ache is not just jealousy— it is arousal, a hunger sharpened by her freedom. A gift that he had given. She watches him, his body in sync with another’s rhythm, and feels both the crack of envy and the rush of pride at how much he dares to feel emotionally and sexually.

Afterwards— when they return to one another, their kisses taste layered, their sweat mixed with echoes of others. They confess it all— what thrilled them, what stung, what they feared, what they want again. And in that naked honesty, they are closer than before.

Monogamy was a bed with edges. One body, one rhythm, a known weight beside me in the dark. There is comfort in its gravity, the way skin memorizes skin, the way desire circles back, familiar as breath. 

Polyamory, for them, is not only pleasure. It is exploration with the lights on— the body unhidden, the heart unshielded, each boundary tested, each truth spoken, until love itself feels raw, and fiercely alive.

Polyamory opened the windows. Suddenly the air was thicker— new hands, new mouths, different textures of hunger. Each kiss a reminder that love does not divide, it multiplies, but only if the heart is strong enough to stretch without tearing.

There is sweetness in it— the taste of variety, the ache of anticipation, the way jealousy sharpens the senses, making each touch more urgent, more alive.

But it is not just pleasure. It is standing naked with your fears, letting partners see the shadows you thought were yours alone. It is learning that desire does not always mean betrayal, that surrender can be shared without ownership.

Monogamy is the steady flame. Polyamory is the wildfire. Both burn— but the question is, how much heat can you bear, and how much of yourself are you willing to give to the fire?

Stalin’s Purges & Forgotten Women’s Histories by Ekaterina Drozdovica is an exclusive Spotlight feature celebrating Women’s History Month. Working at BookBlast® as social media coordinator, a key feature of my role is supporting the promotion of the monthly Translation Book Club alongside Georgia de Chamberet. As a bilingual reader in Russian and English, I’m a passionate advocate for literature…

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