sex: encounter #16 – Tony II

I was in the mood for a little bit of ‘rough’ yesterday. Still reeling from the enforced celibacy of my sister’s grief (she’s on the mend by the way having kicked her spineless husband out of the matrimonial home. She could probably use a good fuck though) and all my sexual senses heightened from a fabulous sashimi lunch I selected Tony as my partner in crime for the evening.

Meet Tony: Tony the builder. An intense, half Turkish, half bear of a man. Brown eyes, strong jaw, hairy everywhere and with a thick 8″ cock.

sex: encounter #15 – Ben

I had quite a lazy day yesterday. A little blogging, a little unpacking, a little faffing and attending to the no-small matter of  selecting my next conquest. By tea-time I was almost shaking with anticipation, my mind swirling with thoughts of cock, I’d seen Ben’s from a photo and it looked thick, hard and juicy.

Meet Ben: A tall-ish public school educated banker with brown eyes and light tanned skin. We chatted over a coffee for 30 minutes or so before I said: ‘Let’s go back to mine’. I was revealing a little of a red, frilly Bravisimmo bra and plenty of cleavage and he smiled. I held his hand and we walked briskly back to mine.

sex: encounter #14 – daniel

The two weeks since I’ve had a fuck feel like an eternity, I can barely remember the details (and I was pretty drunk at the time).

Meet Daniel: A fireman with broad shoulders, stubbly broad chin and blue eyes. He picked me up after a work drinks party near Liverpool Street. I was already pretty drunk and the tequila shots my co-workers and I had polished off before I left were a good ten minutes away from kicking in. We had a quick drink in a pub by the station and after I’d sized up his cute arse and given his crotch a quick grope it was time for a taxi.

sex: encounter #13 – Chris

What do I look for in a man?

It kind of depends on the mood I’m in:

Sometimes I want a man who’s a little dominant (but not arrogant, never arrogant).
Sometimes I want a man who’s a little malleable (but not weak).
Sometimes I want a man who’s brooding and sensual.
Sometimes I want a man who’s selfish and unbridled, a little out of control maybe.
Sometimes I want a bear who’s just going to fuck me until I lose all connection to the world.

I’ve found that out there in the dizzying Craigslist/Gumtree world sometimes you can find something you weren’t looking for. Last night I found a virgin. Lucky number 13.

sex: encounter #10 – Harlan

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.

sex: encounter #9 – Brad

Lunch with my sister yesterday proved to me something: Among what I’d class as my intimate friends (let’s qualify them as saying I know what kind of vibrator they use) I appear to be the only one that’s getting any, any action that is. As my sister was mid-way through one of her endless litanies of complaints about her husband-of-two-years (doesn’t listen, wet towels on the bed, wants anal sex) I couldn’t help but think of Michael the creamy, lithe German student from the previous evening or when I straddled ‘a’ last Monday while my knickers were stuffed in his mouth. She came back from the loo, traced a finger around the rim of her wine glass and asked, ‘and you?’. ‘Oh, you know…’, I replied.

Brad-from-Boston had two things going for him: 1) He could answer a series of really silly questions about Boston (eg, have you ever met Noam Chomsky?) and 2) A thick 8″ cock (shaved too).

sex: encounter #5 – Tony

I met Tony (32, mixed-race, 5’10-ish, slim, Hoxton creative type) at 9:30 in a bar around the corner from where I work. It had been a long day and was I frustrated, grumpy and horny (This experiment isn’t making me less horny by the way, I had to fight off the urge to masturbate most of the afternoon).

We took a booth and did the usual la-la-la chat but I wasn’t really listening. While he was telling something about his work I put my hand down my skirt to feel I how wet I was. He didn’t notice and was still babbling away as I drew my wet fingers across his lips. That got his attention. We left our drinks.

sweet: first encounter

Hi, welcome to my world. I’m a curvy late-twenties city professional on day one of a year long adventure into the world of casual dating. For the next year I’ll be using Craigslist, Gumtree, Fling and others to pick out a suitable mate for the night.

I’m starting this adventure gently, tonight I’m looking for a good hard cock to suck back at my place. Judging by the avalanche of responses to my first gumtree ad I don’t think I’ll be disappointed (thanks for all the cock-shots boys).