As mentioned in the “About the Journey” post, my Libra was the first experience albeit, long distance and conducted entirely over the internet. It was one of two romantic relationships, going beyond sex and friendship.
We knew each other from another social media and had, for quite a while, engaged in comments under posts, DM, and over video chat, respectfully challenging each other’s political views in friendly banter. He a Nazi Fascist, I a Libertarian Anarchist. We had points of agreement (namely, our shared disdain of the globalist authoritarianism) and points of decisive divergence (namely, what we thought should supplant it, and why). While both of us had a reputation for some savagery when engaged in debate with others, with each other, we were respectful. Our discussions were intellectually stimulating to me. We both came to the table with researched views and being able to effectively argue the principles on which we stood. He is intelligent and, whether I agreed or not, I respected his mind.
When I began writing about my budding journey, he contacted me, asking to have a video chat so he could hear my thoughts. He later admitted that he’d done so with the intent to mock me as nonmonogamy is outside the fascist value system for family and sexuality. However, at the end of a long intellectual and honest discussion, he asked if he could journey with me and I agreed that I’d like to engage him that way.
At the beginning of the journey into openness, one of those baby steps had been engaging in written sexual fantasy with willing participants. At this stage, the journey was largely intellectualized for me and being a Libra, I love written communication. I enjoyed engaging others in this way, and so did my Libra. He had experience in this kind of activity and led me through a written sexual fantasy that was arousing and stimulating to me. He knew, without having to tell him, what kind of fantasy I was craving and by the end of the exchange I was significantly turned on.
From written exchanges, we went into video chat though, without visual of each other, and out of his skilled verbalization, walking me through more fantasies. In one such experience, the idea occurred to me to position myself in the way he was describing as I masturbated. His voice was deliciously smooth and masculine to me. I had an amazing…