I have vague recollections of turning 10, it felt like I was passing a milestone, ‘double figures, look at you’ my mother said so proudly. I’m not so sure how proud she be of this anniversary, 10 nights, 10 different men. The volume of emails and twitter messages I’ve had is unreal. ‘Are you a journalist, a fantasist? Trying to drive traffic to your blog perhaps? Maybe you’re just a whore.
Maybe I am. Maybe I just like sex.
Harlan, oh Harlan. I may have called him Holden (I was too young when I read Catcher in the Rye) when he had me bent over my kitchen table banging (I can’t think of a more appropriate word) his short fat cock into me and slapping my arse with the timing of a concert pianist.
Anyway. Meet harlan: 28, 5’9, blue eyes, puffed out chest and my second American. We had a lovely dinner in Drury Lane and then wandered down to Covent Garden. He held my hand and we chatted about work and family and relationships, his hands though, phew, they really did it for me. Not long, elegant fingers, not big hands at all really but a little hairy maybe. Manly, that’s the word I was looking for, Harlan has very manly hands.
Back at mine and it was time to get all-primeval-on-his-ass, (see how my vocabulary is becoming infested due to all this US TV?). I had his cock out in seconds, (not long but a big handful), he had my bra off in seconds, he had my nipples in his mouth (heaven) in seconds. Before I knew what was happening he had me bent over my dining table. As he was fucking me he (inadvertently I guess, who knows?) gave my arse a little slap. I moaned and told him to do it again. He did, over and over, he’d withdraw slowly and then enter me again and time the most exquisite slap on my arse. We both came and I ripped off the condom and sucked him dry.
Aware of my prediliction for sleeping alone he quietly dressed and left soon after.
My arse is still sore.
I need coffee.
And then I’m going to masturbate, writing this down has got me so worked up I can’t concentrate.
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It seems we share our tastes I was also thinking in my first post with and that includes slappinp too. Dear! There’s nothing more satisfactory than being slap on the arse while you are fucking. This post brought me memories I guess I will run to do the same that you dig: masturbate myself
Shit! I got serious problem typing but it’s not my fault… I urgently need sex
[snip] Good blog, keep up the good work 😉
Sexual addiction has been called sexual dependency and sexual compulsivity. By any name, it is a compulsive behavior that completely dominates the addict’s life. Sexual addicts make sex a priority more important than family, friends, and work. Sex becomes the organizing principle of addict’s lives. They are willing to sacrifice what they cherish most in order to preserve and continue their unhealthy behavior.
No single behavior pattern defines sexual addiction. These behaviors, when they have taken control of addicts’ lives and become unmanageable, include: compulsive masturbation, compulsive heterosexual and homosexual relationships, pornography, prostitution, exhibitionism, voyeurism, indecent phone calls, [snip]. Even the healthiest forms of human sexual expression can turn into self-defeating behaviors.