My Favorite Threesome Story Isn’t What You’re Expecting

I’m a voyeur. A true watcher.

I don’t crave the spotlight.
I don’t need to be tangled up in the middle of sweaty skin and deep moans.
What pulls me in is the view from the outside.

I watch adult movies like people binge Grey’s Anatomy—but I’m not in it for the drama.
I’m in it for the details. The movement. The vibe. The disconnect or the spark.
Are they into it? Are they synced? Or are they just putting on a show?

What I really love are home movies.
The grainy ones. The shaky ones. The ones with shadows and real sound, not soundtracks.
Not scripted. Not staged. Just raw. Honest. Messy and real.

I’ve received a few. I’ve made a few too.

Sometimes they’re solo.
Sometimes it’s him and one other.
And sometimes… it’s him, her, and the other her.
And no, I didn’t feel left out.

I watched. I felt everything.

It’s not about being part of it.
It’s about being let in.
Being trusted to witness something most people hide or stage or skip past.

And maybe one day I’ll tell you about…
the first time I recorded myself.
or the video he sent that I watched again and again.
or the moment she looked at him—really looked—and I knew she was falling mid-thrust.

Turns out not all threesome blog stories end with tangled bodies. Sometimes they just leave you with tangled emotions and a craving for clarity.

Just know this: I love threesomes. I just love to watch 🍿👀.