Tag: safe sex

Post Easter shuffling – who remains in the inner circle

I have now struck Darren off my shag portfolio.  That is my only option after getting the following email from him this morning:

Hey Amy

Some disturbing news.
Hope you are good. Sorry for not being in touch but had a few personal issues. 
I have a bad feeling that I may have caught something when we were together and worse that I may have passed it to my wife. I may be overreacting but best to be safe than sure. After our time together I began to feel a bit of an itch in my penis and ignored it at first. It then continued so thought I best get some antibiotics from online thinking it could have been a thrush sort of thing.  This seems to have done job but my wife has had tonsillitis like symptoms for several weeks that are not going away. Looking online this ‘may be’ gonorrhea like symptoms. I am obviously very anxious in case this is the problem. 

As you are the only one I have been with for a long time (>year), do you think you might get your self tested asap for your own benefit and to let me know. If you have got something you want to get rid asap before it does any harm.

You can get a home test kit online.

Please let me know. I hope it is not the case.

My thoughts ran along the lines of – what a paranoid ass.  He had not had the decency to go and get confirmation but was quite content to try and cast blame for his own and his wife’s symptoms.  It was just as well that I’d already received the all clear from the STI clinic and I had the pleasure of letting him know that, as well as throwing in the added sting that he could not be certain of course whether his wife might have picked her own symptoms up from elsewhere and that they might both wish to go and get themselves tested to be sure.

Jan in the meantime is now someone I see as an old friend and we seem to have so much more fun out of bed that we inevitably end up too exhausted to do anything else other than sleep when we do share a bed.  Lars by comparison I only see purely for sex.  I worry that I am too vanilla by comparison but it could be that vanilla is what he enjoys with me after his extreme jaunts with Madame et filles.

Max and I continue testing our boundaries in bed and trying out new adventures outside.  In the middle of one romp his slaps continued up my body from my bottom and we both shocked ourselves by enjoying his slaps on my cheeks.  We talked about this later and agreed that it wasn’t something we were that keen on and it was something of the moment.  The refrain – where will it end – was raised once more – might we try pressure elsewhere in future, his hands on my throat, for example?

Goran meanwhile, has invited me to meet him at a hotel this week.  Whether we end up in bed and how satisfying that experience will be is something I’m sceptical about.

The threesome

Two bottles of red for dutch courage – I’d practically consumed three quarters of the first one on my own.   I had on a lacy black chemise, underneath that a push-up black bra and a stringy thong from agent provocateur with a pair of lacy black hold ups.  She disappeared into the bedroom and when we were given the go ahead to enter, there she was, resplendent in a red boned corset with black stockings, her luscious black hair released from the top of her head earlier sweeping down over her shoulders and curling deliciously over her cleavage – ooh what a cleavage.  This was confirmation that I’m definitely a bisexual woman – I felt myself moisten at the mere sight of this goddess and couldn’t wait to taste her.

And then not forgetting Andy of course who so graciously organised this and was hosting the event.  He had poured us both very large glasses of delicious blended Merlot and Cabernet earlier and was now stripped down to what must be his favourite football pants – a silky red gunners item with its crest sitting proud; especially prominent when he saw us both with our arms around each other posing for his camera.  Alaia really loved the camera, just as much as it adored her, pouting and preening before the lens. I, of course slid up to Andy and let my hands brush against his hard-on when I kissed him, rubbing my body against his and stroking the back of his head with my other hand.

Would you like me to lick you here – I asked him and slipped my hand into his pants as I said the word here.  His reply was in the affirmative and I got into my favourite position, knees on the floor, hands cupping his bottom as I licked and glanced up to see what he was doing – his eyes were on me and he gasped his appreciation as I let his cock slide right into the back of my throat.  I managed to hold it there for a few seconds before the gag reflex kicked in and as I retched slightly he gasped again.  Watching his gratification made me come almost instantly and I felt myself get wetter as I sucked and licked and sucked at him.

Alaia was filming us as I carried on deep-throating her boyfriend and when he urged her to join us, pulling her towards him to kiss her while I tongued his balls, I transferred my hand to her crotch, gently rubbing her soft, silky smooth and hairless pussy.  Very soon, I abandoned cock for pussy and was licking and plunging my tongue into her warm, wet little whirlpool of womanhood.  When I looked up ages later I saw that he was the one filming us and felt Alaia’s hands in my hair as she moaned her pleasure.

It was one of the more pleasing moments and we decided to transfer ourselves onto the bed.  As I continued pleasuring her, I felt Andy slip into me from behind – the effect on me was immediate – my vagina contracted as I came and I heard him gasp again as he felt me gripping his cock.  Everything they did was slow and sensuously considerate and I felt safe and confident.

We carried on for ages until eventually we were all spent and lay on the bed for a good long while, trying to recover and compose ourselves.   I’m not sure though whether Alaia managed to come but I was too tired from trying and from coming so very many times myself.  I couldn’t understand her lack of enthusiasm, unless of course she was jealous about having me there, I didn’t turn her on or she just wasn’t into a threesome.  I came away from that feeling tremendous sympathy for men who found it difficult to get a woman off, my excuse is that I’ve had more practice with the former as even the mere suggestion of sex causes me some arousal.

Waterloo Hotel – or how to get over a break-up

The Cook, The Thief, The Wife and Lover – he said referencing incorrectly a Peter Greenaway film.  I tell him that he’d got the order wrong and that it all ends badly.

Tongue in cheek he shot back that he intentionally misquoted the title of the film to see who might respond.  we banter about films and flirt over the message boards of the dating website.  he then boldly suggested that we ought to meet up and if our stars aligned he might make me an indecent proposal.  i playfully asked him how much was at stake.  two hours later i was driving into town.  parking was a tad tricky despite it being the weekend.

It was a busy sunday afternoon at the royal festival hall.  i walked past him as he had glasses on unlike his picture on the dating site.  he called out my name and i laughed my hello.

i look geeky in my glasses don’t i? – he gave an endearingly self-conscious wave with his hand tapping his fingers on the frame.

geek is the new black and i tend to have a thing for nerdy men – i replied, wanting to put him at ease but also sincerely.

there’s a fine line between geeky and nerdy – he smiled ruefully.

i usually like both – i countered.

it was a promising start and we went inside and found a table just as it was being vacated.  he got me a tea and some cake and a coffee for himself.  we carried on talking about our experiences with the dating website.  he had a warm bedside manner i found, as he told me that he was working in the A & E department of the local hospital.  after half an hour or so of pleasant conversation he announced that he’d booked a room in waterloo hotel so that we might have more privacy there.

i told him that it was too sudden and i felt the need for some dutch courage, so we stopped at a pub en route.  he had a rum and coke whilst i had a glass of red wine.  2 more glasses of red later and i began to feel that i just might like to see what he was like in bed.  i explained that i’d never made an assignation such as this before but that i was very much looking forward to it.

it had got quite dark when we left the pub and he took my hand as we walked to the hotel.  when we got into the lift he leaned over and kissed me.  his lips were warm and soft and just as the doors pinged open he darted the hard tip of his tongue between my lips and withdrew it quickly.  it was a startling experience and i realised that i’d had my eyes closed mid-kiss when my lids sprang open at this quick jab.  he was already out of the lift and i followed him rather foolishly into the corridor.  he opened the door to a room and i was surprised at how small it was.

as the door closed to he moved to the window and drew the curtains.  i kicked off my shoes and watched as he began to undress himself.  i removed my coat and jacket but was suddenly paralysed with embarrassment.  what am i doing here?  do i really want this?  these questions ran all over my brain and i suddenly wasn’t sure.  but a large part of me was very curious about the experience and i knew that really i wanted to see it to the end – an uncomplicated coupling with no expectation of a relationship and no regrets.

when he was down to his vest and shorts he came over and asked me if i would like a cup of tea.  i laughed and shook my head.  he sat me down on the bed and held the sides of my head in his hands and kissed me again.  this time his tongue softly explored the inside of my mouth which i found incredibly arousing.  he pushed me into the middle of the bed and slid his hands under my top.  he bent over and took my right nipple into his mouth, lightly flicking his tongue around it and then he turned his attention to my left breast and sucked on my left nipple.  eventually he pulled my top off over my head and ran his lips and tongue over my belly, my wrinkled, wobbly middle-aged saggy belly and further down between my legs.  he slipped my knickers off and licked me with his pointy hard tongue.  mm you’re very wet and slippery – he looked up at me and i thought how dark his grey eyes were in his pale white face with very short greying hair, a salt and pepper hue.  i stroked his head and marvelled at the softness of his hair which looked as though it should be hard and bristly.  what was hard was the tip of his tongue as he flicked and jabbed it at that part of me which wanted to feel softness, the softness that i knew it was capable of turning into as it had done when he had plunged it relaxed and warm in my mouth earlier.

he got onto his knees on the floor and pulled me to the edge of the bed and continued to pleasure me, hard and then soft in turn until i felt i could not take anymore.  i wondered at my boldness when i asked him to insert two fingers inside me.  as i gripped them i came over and over in waves.  when i had stopped, he withdrew his fingers and i watched him lick them with sensuous deliberation.  he knelt over me and slid his cock out over the tops of his shorts.  it was very hard but not overly big – i reached into my handbag and took out a condom.  it was better to be safe as we did not know each other very well.

when we had had our fill of lust that afternoon we both dozed off in exhaustion.  i had a quick wash and got ready to leave my replete lover.  he made me promise to text him when i got home.  i did and that was the end of it – neither of us has contacted the other since.

the bad, bad girl – text chats with D

i’m not really a bad, bad girl – i tell my lover

i didn’t think you were

just as i’m not a bad boy

(although i really am) – he says

‘course you are – i reply

he winks back a smiley at me:  😉

so what would this bad girl like to do later tonight?

I’m hoping you’ll tell me … what are you doing right now?

just had a shower. My thoughts start with walking up behind you and kissing the back of your neck – which i know sends little shocks down your spine. Then lifting up your top i’d kiss you down the middle of your back.

Shall I continue?

Mmm … i’m at a bus stop.  It’s just a little steamy doing this on my phone in public … but yes, please go on

then I will turn you round. kiss you on your lips and brush my lips slowly down your chin, your neck and to your breasts

I’d lie you on the bed. remove your skirt and continue to kiss downwards

Would you like that?

can’t wait! … tell me what you want me to do.

i’d love for you to do that thing with your mouth.  would you?

so you enjoy oral? can you visualise me on my knees in front of you, my feet and legs in high heeled boots stretched out behind me.  i slip my hands down your body to your belt, undoing that,  unzipping your trousers, sliding your cock out, my lips are around you, you getting bigger, sliding in and out between my red, red lips

I would love that.

 i’d feel you about to explode and stop, squeeze my lips on the tip. you’ll turn me round and bend me over a table, feel how wet and ready i am to have you inside me, you can’t wait as you slip on a condom, your other hand feeling my wetness, you put your fingers inside me and feel me squeezing them

fuck … looking forward to this evening