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 #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).