sex: encounter #12 – Paulo

I could possibly refuse the offer could I?

Paulo, (32, 6′, Italian, intense brown eyes and masses of hair everywhere) had offered to cook me a three-course Roman meal naked. Naked! Really though, how could I say no?

He picked me up from the office after eight carrying a full to brimming Whole Foods Market hessian bag and we dawdled back to mine, basking in the residual heat of the day. Back at mine I needed a shower so I led him into the bathroom.

‘Strip’ I said to him as I stood washing myself in the shower. He did.

‘Wank’ I said to him as I washed my hair. He did. He gently drew a ring around the head of his cock with a lovely slow motion, I almost fucked him then and there but I was so hungry.

‘Now go and make my fucking dinner’ I said with a wink and a pout. He grinned and left, I dried and changed into a fake Chanel cocktail dress.

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.