Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Back on my feet

I have got over my maudlin moment, triggered by some regret that I didn't have time to talk to my date last night. She had rung and wanted to talk over some concerns following her Saturday at a party. We had spent the night on Friday in Town, hanging out with the Erotica after show crowd in an hotel bar. We'd pulled. Well, my date had pulled. A black guy, Jay, who recognised her from a party we'd been to several weeks earlier. He came back to our room for an entertaining threesome. This was who and what my date wanted. I had met my date some months before at a gangbang organised for another friend. It was my date's first experience with multiple guys and she loved it. Not in the scene and not even online, I had offered to introduce her to the people and places I knew and since we have become firm friends. 

Back in our room, I found I could not relate to Jay. Although beautiful, which I'll describe in due course, he had some habits over which I am particular. For example, when I come in a condom, I like to tie it in a knot before disposal. Jay, having come, copiously I might add in his, decided upon removal to discard it on the bed. I was horrified. I envisaged his ejaculate leaking on to the duvet. A duvet under which, my date and I would later be sleeping, ffs! Getting back to his beauty, I found myself at one point fucking my date. She had his penis in her lips.She was licking it, much as you would a cigarette paper when rolling one of your own. My face next to her's, was inches from his tool and it was beautiful. Ebony black, smooth skinned and uniform straight. A designer prick. I would have joined my date licking the other side, but didn't feel a connection that would permit me to ask. I pictured his distaste and could foresee our scene crashing to an untimely end. A pity really, as my date would have been even more turned on and it would have been an extremely hot moment.

MMF threesomes are not exactly what I am seeking these days. I'm glad that my date is fulfilling her fantasies and I am happy to facilitate that, but somehow it just isn't enough. We always have fun and the time we spend in bed once the crowds have gone is special, but I am missing the chase of the evening. I am missing the challenge to achieve something fresh. Attracting a single guy to a threesome is just too easy. This alone had not been enough to cause the mood that descended upon me Tuesday. There are invariably other components. The second being something I did, or did not do. I don't know which, or even what it was. Last week I had contacted a new lady and arranged to meet for a drink. At the weekend I had missed her call to me and had been unable to make contact back. Calls were unanswered and messages unreturned. I imagined her ire at a missed promise from me and my prospect of getting to know someone new being snatched from me.

I started the year on my own. One by one people chose to invite me into their inner circles, just what I needed and wanted for myself. I find myself now only going to events, where I am known, with a partner, or group of friends. What I have mislaid is my sense of adventure and my enthusiasm for a night at risk. The risk that I must stand on my own two feet, trust myself to the gods and risk rejection by my fellow night travellers. The edge has gone. I am playing too safe and whilst I already know it, this is the third strand that has pulled a shroud around me. What should I do? Reject my friends? Of course not, they are special and I cherish each and every one, but I will not be the person they first invited into their lives unless I return to my roots and rediscover the man that once had the world at his feet.

Friday, 25 November 2011

Crisis of Confidence

I have had a glimpse of why some in the public spotlight may occasionally find themselves having a crisis of confidence. In my own small way I have had a fantastic run this year, with new playmates, club visits and parties. Generally feeling the love, but when it gets turned off, you find yourself wondering where did it go wrong?  Don't get me wrong, while most single guys in the scene are plugging away hoping for their first meet, I really don't have anything to complain about.

I'm talking about insecurity. Why may people want to spend time with me?  What am I doing that attracts the interest and how do I ensure I keep doing whatever that is?  My enforced lay off of late has taken some of the momentum from my socialising and left me looking carefully at what I do and how I behave. I question my motives and also what is motivating my partners to be with me.  I am probably over thinking this, but cannot shake off a feeling that my time may be up.

There is security in a relationship.  A couple in the scene will share their ups and downs, but there is a constancy.  When it isn't working for one, it will be for the other.  The singleton is on their own.  Today's success remains just that, today's.  It is no pointer towards tomorrow.  Each day we reinvent ourselves, put up our latest facade, create our most recent persona. Chameleon's adapting to the environment in which we find ourselves. Today the rampant bull, tomorrow the sensitive respectful single. You're looking for bi curious?  I can do that. A dominant male that will have your partner submitting to his will?  No problem.  

I sometimes wonder if I lose who I really am in all of this and perhaps that is at the core of how I'm feeling today.   Tomorrow, this feeling will pass.  I'll wonder what I'm fretting about and get back to what I truly love.  Performing on the stage of life, bringing a smile to those who meet me and a fond memory when I have gone.

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

In Limbo

Thankfully, the wait is almost over. The last twelve days have been.....well, to be honest I don't know how to describe them.

I have felt flat to say the least. My husband and I both do. Dark Knight mailed me and suggested I call the clinic after a week. I did just that but to no avail. The nurses will call you next week, the receptionist advised me. Thanks. I kind of feel this is more punishment, making sure we abide by the rules of no sex until our results are confirmed, to avoid any further spread of G which I know in my own mind we do not have. Dark Knight's re-tests were necessary in case I had re-infected him after his initial treatment. He has the all clear, after a week I might add. He humorously suggested the city air might have sped up his recovery. Bollocks, I say with a wry smile. Another point, whilst talking all this over with another playmate, he dismissed the importance of getting checked out claiming if his wife is all clear, then so must he be. I am disappointed to say the least. I will have to broach the subject with him another time when hopefully he will be a little more responsive and grown up about the seriousness of the matter.

I hope you are not detecting any kind of bitter undertone for that is not the case. I am just chomping at the bit, desperate to get back into the saddle, to find a Grand National runner and ride to glory again.

I have taken up afternoon masturbation in order to keep some control of my sexual urges. Duracell must be over the moon...they won't be going out of business anytime soon.

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Sexual Health

This is not the easiest of subjects to broach but I'll cut to the chase. There is a slight risk I have been exposed to Gonorrhea.

I played with a single guy, regular and trustworthy back in September. I received a call from him at the end of October saying he had visited the GUM clinic to get himself checked out after noticing a discharge. He was initially treated for an infection but when tests came back the results showed positive for G. Even though he was sure he picked up the infection after our last play date, he suggested I visit the clinic to be on the safe side. My husband and I were due for our next Hepatitis vaccine anyway so I just brought the appointment forward.

During my first consultation, which was for my next Hepatitis B jab I mention the G. This changed everything. I am asked by the nurses to phone my contact. He sounds sleepy, like I've just woken him. He gives me all the information I need; date of birth, clinic he was treated at, etc. Our notes will be cross-referenced as a means of discovering the source of the infection.

I spent the following two and half hours in and out of consultation rooms speaking to Doctors and nurses. First the routine questions regarding our general health then about sexual activity. I have two swabs taken from my mouth, vagina and back passage (they will be tested by two different types of technology). Constantly the medical staff talked, offering advice and answering my questions. There was so much to take in. They took a blood sample too, to check for Syphilis and HIV - that will be sent away for analysis.

We waited. Good news. The initial results (samples have been examined under a microscope) indicated no trace of G. Only the laboratory tests will give us conclusive results. For those we have to wait two weeks. The doctor tells us we will both be given a course of anti-biotic for chlamydia; four tablets to be taken in one dose. I was also given medication for traces of thrush that were found in my vagina (a pessary to be inserted before bedtime). What is optional, however is a one off jab to treat G....just in case. For goodness sake, it's a no brainer. One small jab in the bottom with little chance of side effects. I'll take it.

I am returned to the nurses. First the jab. Painless. Next the tablets. Swallowed. Then the chat....and it is a chat, not a lecture. They are there, to educate and advise on all matters of a sexual nature. I am advised not to have sex for the next two weeks, not even with my husband. Difficult but probably necessary. I left feeling drained, my head swimming with new information I never thought I would have to take on board. During the drive home, I felt sick; physically sick. Not a reaction to any of the medication, just a reaction to the situation. There is only one other course of action I had to take and that was to cancel our next two meets. It would be irresponsible of me to do anything other.

Sunday, 13 November 2011

Educating DK - Back to the Clinic

The call on Thursday took me by surprise. My partner of the previous Monday had gone for a check and mentioned her potential exposure to G when we had met some two months earlier. Alarm bells were rung, resources mobilised and I was asked to go back to my clinic and tell them that I had had sex with her before her treatment. I had just been given the all clear, my partner was in excellent health and I didn't recall anyone telling me not to have sex with former partners until after they had been treated. 

Here is where the health professional's message had not been heard loud and clear.  Exposure to Gonorrhoea demands treatment, not a check.  Results of a test may give a false negative and the priority is to prevent the spread of infection.  Treatment is automatic and I was supposed to stay away from my former partners until they had been treated.  On reflection this is what I had been told, but I had not thought through exactly what this meant. More accurately, I didn't believe that I had been carrying the infection two months earlier. My partner would be treated automatically, but I now had to be given the treatment once again.  'It has been one huge learning curve', she told me.  

Exactly that, I was saying to the nurse as she plunged a syringe into my right buttock.  The second such assault on me in two weeks. The nurse seeking to reassure, warned that I would feel a 'little scratch'.  I'm not convinced this is the best approach. I would prefer to be told its going to be a 'big prick'. It could be taken as a compliment by men, although ladies having the treatment may not get quite what they expect.

'No sex for a week please', said the doctor, as if I needed reminding. Apparently I did, otherwise I wouldn't have been there. Another appointment made for me to see 'Dawn', the health advisor. She is going to be so disappointed.

Educating DK - Safer sex.

I'm clean, for the moment. The question is how shall I retain my recently acquired pristine status? 
I'm afraid we have to discuss safe oral sex. My health adviser informs me that the risk of infection through oral sex is the same as with intercourse. HIV has less risk, but for skin on skin transmitted infections such as Gonorrhoea, contact is sufficient. To make matters worse, Gonorrhoea is resistant to all but one antibiotic for now. If it develops immunity to that, we will have no effective treatment. From a health professional's perspective, the task is to change individual attitudes to the risks posed by oral sex.
I have to decide if I am part of the problem or will try to become part of the solution. If I am a mature, responsible and rational person, this should be a no brainer. For me there are three factors that will influence my future behaviour.
One. Do I believe the consequences of unprotected oral sex are unacceptable. 
Two. What are my partners’ attitudes toward oral sex with protection.
Three. The swinging community adopting a culture of safe sex for all sexual contact.
There is an upside to all this. I have discovered a new range of toys to play with; flavoured condoms designed for oral, latex sheets to mould around my partner's genitals and my favourite, the female condom.
So it seems that we do have to mention safe oral sex. The conversation at my next party has just become even more interesting.

Educating DK - Misadventure pt 2

So I thought, until five days later, when 'Dawn' called me from the clinic.  I had tested positive for Gonorrhoea.  What? It was only the once and I thought I knew her so well.  And it was anal, so how can it be? And there is only one partner that she has sex with without a condom and he has been a regular for years. Wait a minute!  I had assumed my infection may have been from anal sex, but we had, just the once had unprotected vaginal sex.  Still, I can't believe I have caught it from her.

There is no choice for me, I have to tell her .... and oh Lord, how many other partners? The health advisor said I should inform partners with whom I had had sex with a condom as they were still potentially at risk and would need a test and treatment.  Mention at the clinic that you have been exposed to Gonorrhoea and immediate treatment is automatic.  My appointment to see Dawn and be treated is in two days.

My date is shocked when I tell her.  It is her first experience, as mine, to this sort of health issue.  The next twenty-four hours are a blur as I fathom whom I need to tell.  How can I contact some? How will they react? I see my reputation going up in flames and the regular social life I had been enjoying, disappearing from view as I become the pariah, the one to avoid.  The reaction would be irrational, as I would be the safest partner in the room, recently treated, more certain of my current health status and more aware than most of the risks and how to minimise them.

By day two, my mind is balanced.  I am determined to inform all who may be at risk and a few who may benefit from greater awareness of the risks we all take.  The calls won't be easy and they are going to spoil the weekends of those I call. A discussion with one friend has him considering just telling his partner that I have some unspecified problem, but should probably go along for a check just to make sure. No! She has to know. Painful as it may be, she cannot tell her health worker the truth if she doesn't know what it is.

All this gets me thinking about the questions that we ask, not our new partners, but our regular ones.  Do we want to know the history of their sexual health?  Do we ask, when they were last, if ever, checked? What about their practices, do they have partners with whom they have intercourse without a condom? What about anal sex?  Let's not even mention safe oral sex!

Conversation at the next party I attend is going to be very interesting.

Educating DK - Misadventure pt 1

A recent anal misadventure resulted in the need to visit my local GUM clinic. Nothing too serious fortunately, but a biological slap on the wrist. Experiences like this drive home the importance of practising safe sex and taking responsibility for your actions. No amount of education sinks in as well as consequence, but the risks associated with education by experience are just too great to ignore. 

The doctor questioned my recent sexual history. I fluffed one question, "how many partners have you had in the last three months?" I guessed at four, but it turns out there are five. Five that I can recall and that with the help of my diary.

I recommend the GUM clinic to all sexually promiscuous people, whether practicing safe sex or not. The risks are always there and you won't know your partner's history, unless they post it in a blog. A regular visit will keep you in touch with reality. The choices you make are yours, but they will be better informed.

Will I risk unprotected anal sex again? I certainly hope not and thank my stars that this time nature was forgiving of me.

Sunday, 6 November 2011

My date as a couple, by DK

Friday was a first for two reasons.
First I was out playing as a couple, whereas I am usually the single accompanying a couple. Second; using viagra. Using twice actually, against doctor's orders. I'll confess next appointment. 

With her husband's knowledge and permission, my date would stay overnight with me and we would return home in the morning. This was her first proper house party. We had met through a mutual friend at a private party with another five guys. It was an organised gangbang, my date's first time with multiple men and she loved it. Coming with me tonight would be daunting, because this was a much bigger affair and my date would be obliged to socialise. Being a Friday there would also be a lot of men attending.

On arrival I was staggered at how many single guys there were, twenty or thirty and perhaps four or five couples. I was glad to be one of them. My date tells me she feels comfortable in the surroundings, we sort out some drinks and begin a tour of the premises. There is a huge buffet, a lounge sporting a pole, four bedrooms and a dungeon in the attic. 

We settle in the lounge and chat with David who is bi and Beth who is with partner John. Beth flirts with me and pays me a few compliments. It is an opportunity that I recognise too late and will regret having missed. In the course of the night my date will play with half a dozen men whose names we will know and a similar number that we won't. Being first timers as a couple we haven't worked out boundaries or rules. I want her to have the best possible experience and tell her that we can stay together or circulate singly, play together or apart, whatever makes her comfortable. She tells me if she sees a lady she fancies she may play, but mainly wants to find some fanciable guys. The only rule we agree on is that we end the night together and that we will fuck.

My date wants to refresh her drink, declines my offer to do it and heads off to flirt. At stages throughout the evening, I will find her in the garden with 3 or 4 men, in the hallway chatting to a couple of guys, in the kitchen with another stranger. She would never be alone, rarely with me and this was fine. 

For myself, I had checked upstairs and received offers from two couples. I duly reported them to my date, but declined to take them up, perhaps later. I danced; received some applause for a pole dancing effort and generally circulated, checking in on my date to ensure she was ok. Always, she was.

By early morning I had lost track of her. I checked every corner, but no sight of her. Even the attic, where there was some play but no sign of my partner of the night. One bedroom was locked and I assumed she would be in there with her captives. I find myself in the kitchen with Anita. She is looking for Joe, her partner. Joe had earlier suggested we should all play. Joe is an occasional partner. We chat, she takes my number and I'm feeling good. That done, we head out to track down our wayward other halves and find them amid a pile of bodies in the attic.

My date having found someone she liked, had been invited up to the attic for a one to one. Ola, the man, taking insufficient precaution had allowed two others to watch. Predictably the two had chanced their arm with touching and while my date and Ola each waited for the other to object, a twosome turned into a foursome. The foursome multiplied into seven and when I arrived, Ola had retreated to the eaves. I checked to ensure that she was coping with the attention and found myself in the gloom, quizzing each suitor in turn to ensure condoms were in place before girding their loins in hers.

I'm annoyed with Ola for allowing the situation to get out of control. Any one, may have attempted intercourse without a condom and I wouldn't trust strangers to behave no matter how they may protest. Safe sex is a must. No exceptions. 

My date was coping with the multiple phalluses being presented and mouths aplenty sought out her nipples, mouth and nether lips. Bi Dave, was in the thick, alternating between sucking her nipples and a cock suspended above her head, the owner of which appeared to care not which mouth enclosed him as his cock alternated from my date's to Dave's mouths. At last we called time on a session that had started at one am. It was now three.

Descending the attic steps, my date heads into the nearby toilet. Leaving the door ajar, she invites Ola inside and closes door behind him. Twenty minutes later they are back out and the next time I see her she is in the garden chatting with some more guys. The morning proceeds as two by two, she takes four more favourites to play in the bedrooms.

I'll confess to feeling a bit left out, as the party has wound down. There are no ladies for me to flirt with and just a few guys wandering around hoping for a late score. I find myself with sad Martin. He had been turned down earlier by my date. He's complaining he can't find a woman for regular meets and a possible relationship. I gently advise him that this may not be the best way to look. You can't go looking for a fuck buddy. You make friends and some may become regular meets. Then maybe, just maybe, one could become your fb. I don't point out to him that my date has had several guys she couldn't have known and had he played his cards right he would have been one of them. He's had a miserable night. For some men an orgasm with a woman is the only difference between a good and bad night. 

A young man joins us, it turns out he is twenty two. He had been chatting with us in the garden earlier. It seems my date had invited him to play, but the other guys had frozen him out and closed the door on him. He wants advice on what to do. I advise him, go back, wait for door to open and present yourself. Ten more minutes pass and I wonder why I'm not taking my own advice.

Back upstairs, a few sharp raps on the door and I gain entry. My date is with the young man and another guy. I'm satisfied to watch and in no hurry to share. The party is finished and dawn is breaking. Soon it is time for these guys to leave us alone. We are the last two standing and it is time we were in bed. 

Stripped naked under the duvet, an embrace turns into a languid kiss as we dissolve into each other. She wants me and sure as hell, I want her. I roll my weight on to her. There is no urgency, we are enjoying some time together after an evening apart. As we play, tease, suckle and kiss, my penis finds itself between her legs, probing at her pubis as we move. We are just enjoying each other, being playful.

Neither of us wants to break the moment, but the moment will ask a question. Inevitably my cocks finds its way, sightless, to nestle between her labia. She is moist and I am ready. We look at each other and I'm sure one of us asks if this is what we want. I think I make the decision for us. The head of my penis slips between her lips and the skin of my penis feels the inside of her vagina. You hear the phrase "it felt so right" and this did, but was it?

I feel so close to this woman, deep inside. I have waited all night for this moment and every stroke inside her is burned to my memory. Every, kiss, lick and nibble is savoured. When I come, it is intense, our whole bodies joined as one. I am out of breath, my full weight on my partner and as my breathing slows, she whispers into my ear, "thank you for not fucking me".

Friday, 4 November 2011


She teases me with her wicked, wanton eyes. I love the way they dance and sparkle as she talks of sex and her yearnings to experience something a little different.

From the moment we first kissed, on that warm summer's afternoon, she has dominated my thoughts.  She fills my dreams that have me awaken with a wetness between my thighs.

I fantasise about our being together; kissing, touching, tasting, stroking and long slow exploring. I want to brush every inch of her curvaceous body, bring her to orgasm then envelope her whole form with my own as her body slowly recovers. 

Lord, my pussy's wet again.

I need her. Desperately.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Eleven to Nineteen

Since posting One Year On I have left you hanging; wondering about the rest of the guys I have had sex with. It's time I brought you up to date.
Number 11 played with me the same night I had number ten. He was part of a couple that we had met with before but that was a year ago when we were innocent and new to the scene. C was amazed to say the least as we started to play together, him not quite believing I was the same woman he met and took gently under his wing on our second visit to a club. He is totally adorable and I would be more than happy to meet up with him (and his wife) again.
Number 12 was a little bit unexpected to say the least. He was the other 60 year old that I have played with. We had been chatting on line for quite some time and we eventually met (through fate I add and not a planned meet) at a venue in London. As we knew no-one else there it was easy for us to hang out with this couple and spend some time really getting to know them. My reservations regarding any play time were in place because of his old school attitude and his constant 'blinkered' attitude towards the single guy market. However, the day progressed well and one thing led to another and we ended up having some fun.
Number 13 happened at a club. We met pretty much on walking through the door, hit it off really well, started playing in the hot tub then moved to a private room. He and his wife were terrific company, she had an orgasm whilst I was down on her and we have met with them since. Number 14 was a quick consolation single guy shag before we left the club that night.
Now, number 15 was a true joy. I had my eyes on him the moment he entered the garden area. I can't believe I didn't speak of him in more detail in Friday Frolics. With shoulder length, black curly hair and dark skin he stood out from the crowd. I wanted him. I sat in a position that allowed me to hold a conversation with my Husband and Dark Knight whilst simultaneously and effortlessly watching his every move. I could watch him, watching me. It wasn't long before he joined us for some fun. With the hands of Ed and Dark Knight all over me I was experiencing the touch of one I was familiar with along with exciting sensations that being with a new lover brings; I was close to heaven. I was also very aware of the fact that we had an audience, a very good reason to send adrenalin pumping through my body at an incredible rate. I concentrated on the job in hand, which for quite a while was Ed's dark cock; a thick length of smooth, Italian flesh, gorgeous to touch and delicious to taste. He wanted to come in my mouth but I refused. He wanted to come over my tits. I refused. 'You can fuck me when you're ready.' I'm not sure he was expecting that but without any question, and condom in place he turned me over onto all fours. I went down on DK. Ed went at it hard and fast, so much so, I had to pull away from sucking one dark cock to ask him to slow the pace down. We found new rhythm and with a shift of position I was able to take his whole length until he reached his climax. Later that day, before he left he came over to say thank you once again. My God. I thought he looked good naked but dressed in his grey pinstripe trousers and crisp white shirt partly buttoned up he was totally drop dead gorgeous. I had definitely pulled a cracker there girls, let me tell you! I just hope our paths cross again at some point in the not too distant future.
Sixteen and seventeen have been immortalised in 'A Weekend Away'

Okay, we're getting there. I hope you are keeping up.
I am tempted to give away the identity of number 18 as many want him but I feel few will actually have him; I must restrain myself. The club was quiet that night but I had my eyes on him all the time and made my interest and intentions very clear. It started with conversation, during which time there was plenty of eye contact and as much light touching I thought was necessary to get my message across. He confessed to not enjoying the chase; that in one of his jobs as a salesman the chase was fine because if the answer was no then it was by no means a reflection on him. However, when playing the market, rejection becomes very personal. For some it is hard to deal with. So some single guys wait for the come on. I was going to make it very easy for him. He made some comment about me being overdressed for the evening. I had left the house with my basque and stockings covered with a grey party dress from Next. I said that I was more than happy to slip off my dress and headed for the changing rooms. I really had not expected him to follow me (honestly) but I was pleased he did. He sat and watched me peel off my outer layer to reveal my brand new corset purchased earlier that day.
'Oh would you look at that,' I remarked 'the colour matches your tie perfectly.'
He stood up and he lifted his tie up to the soft fabric of my under garment.
He pressed into me, put one arm around my waist and touched the bare flesh of my buttock with his free hand.
We were locked in an amazing kiss, with me quivering in my black heels, feeling like I was about to gush there and then on the changing room floor. The rush I felt was awesome. This was the first time I had really exerted my power over a man and boy did it feel great!
To move on swiftly, in the hot tub, husband and I engaged in some soft play with a couple we had been chatting to in the bar. Now if I am honest, I wasn't really into this guy at all....a tad geeky for my liking and blond. Not that I should hold that against him but I do seem to favour the dark haired males. The party soon broke up as my guy called a halt to proceedings, feeling feint as the water in the hot tub was too hot! They didn't come back to us after that. No loss really.
So Husband & I played on the bed alone. I was happily down on him, outstretched on my tummy, head buried in his groin, doing what I love to do when all of a sudden I felt hot breath on my naked butt cheeks. Without breaking my mouth to cock contact I looked up at my husband, who was lying there smiling at me. I had no need to look around, knowing full well who was paying me the extra attention.
The kisses were tender, his hands were warm and sensitive and his big thick cock was great to suck …..but not so easy to fuck. During a ninety minute play session, we must have moved through ten or so positions (some of which I hadn't tried before) and found that two allowed me to accommodate him comfortably. I did apologise for being fussy and eventually he finger fucked me until I gushed over the bed. My husband quickly went down on me, and I watched my guy wank himself off about an inch or so from my face. I was turned on by the sight and watched with fascination at his technique of a few short strokes followed by one long stroke, repeated until he shot his thick liquid over my bare breasts. WOW!! Such an amazing experience and so fucking horny, it was quite surreal. I will definitely be going back for more.

Nineteen has the whole package going on; charm, good looks, great body, extremely polite, easy going and down to earth. Since we met five months ago, we have become good friends, interacting through a social networking site, texting and calling each other every now and then. After weeks of anticipation, the slow undressing, kissing, touching, tasting and caressing were more than I ever could have expected. This meet proved more sensual than most as this was no quick fuck. The friendship that had developed beforehand, made the sex so much better. Orgasm after orgasm had me biting the pillows, digging my heels in and moaning and screaming with pleasure. At the end of our play, I lie exhausted, light headed and dehydrated. Sated. A great way to spend a Thursday afternoon.

I have no idea where we go from here. The whole twelve months has been unreal. Can it get any better? I hope so, but if not this will have been good enough.
When we started the journey, husband and I had few expectations. We were prepared to let it go at any stage, should one of us feel this was not strengthening our relationship. I can’t imagine that either of us would consider doing so now, having gained so much; personal confidence, a closer bond between us and unbreakable friendships. We look forward to the next year, not to set some new record, or tick another item on our wish list, but to continue to explore the seemingly limitless variety of sensations, emotions and imagination the swinging community has to offer.