The Sexual Green Light - Going Bareback

It's February again and just as luck would have it looks like I'm not going to have a boyfriend on Valentine's day -- again.  Just once in my life I'd like to be with someone who loves me on that day.

Besides my moping about V-day, I am in a relatively good place.  For the time being I've decided that I don't want a boyfriend.  I just want to have sex.  I don't want any complications.  I don't want to date.  I just want to feel a cock inside me.  Is that too slutty to say?

One big advantage of having a boyfriend is the safe sex component. I liked that my ex-boyfriend and I both got tested.  I liked having that sexual green light.

I really get off on unprotected sex.  I think bareback sex is hot!  That being said I only want to do it with someone who is 100% safe.  This is where the big dilemma starts as a single person.  In an ideal situation I would go out and meet a guy.  I'd go back to his place or he'd come back to mine and we'd have lots of bareback sex.  He would cum inside me -- which I love, love, love, and that would be the end of it. Maybe I'd see him again, maybe I wouldn't.  But in this time of sexual diseases, that is SO not a good idea.

Even when you ask a guy if he's been tested sometimes they lie.  Read my entry on Herpes and the Craig's List Liars. So I guess what I want is to have sex with a guy who has been tested and can show his results.  I don't, at this point want a relationship. I want the ideal fuck-buddy scenario.

Maybe that's how I should spend Valentine's day-- fucking my new fuck buddy?

Fucking with a 360-Degree View

The Paramount
http://www.paramount.uk.net/
101 - 103 New Oxford Street

London, WC1A 1DD, United Kingdom

+44-(0)20-7379-5484

There’s a special type of snobbery permeating British Society that I call the private members club. Sure, they exist in America, most notably in New York and Los Angeles. But even the most infamous New York private members club, Soho House, is British. You may remember it with the roof top pool featured in an episode of Sex and the City.

If there were a capital city for private members clubs it would be London. I’ve been to my fair share, Soho House (UK), Shoreditch House, The East Room, No 5 Cavendish to name a few. In each case, I went as a guest not a member. This again was the case for my visit to the Paramount Club.

Due to strict building regulations, London isn’t exactly a city known for its abundance of skyscrapers. Buildings here tend to be short and wide instead of narrow and tall; sort of like a lot of cocks I’ve had here.

One notable exception in is the 32-story Centre Point Building just above the Tottenham Court Road Underground Station. This iconic building towers high above central London and can be seen as far ways as Hampstead Heath.

It’s in this building that you’ll find the Paramount Club occupying the 31st, 32nd and 33rd floors of the building. In case you didn’t catch my drift earlier this club is not open to the public. You won’t be able to get in unless a member accompanies you. How’s that for exclusive?

Once inside the Paramount you’ll find it exquisite. The ‘60’s inspired décor is fabulous. The views are breathtaking. The drinks menu is impeccable. The food, meh, not so great. The food in this establishment is decidely the weakest link. Compared to how great everything else was, the cuisine was rather unimpressive.

The second best part of this club is that the 33-floor lounge has a 360-degree panoramic view of the entire city. The absolute best part of this club is that there are areas on the 33rd floor that are extremely secluded. That was a huge turn on for me.

Perhaps it was my “fuck you” to British private member club society when I allowed my date to lift up my dress and fuck me from behind while my hands were pressed against the glass. Oh yes, I was enjoying the panoramic view in ways you couldn’t imagine.

Gentleman, if you ever want to impress a woman on a date, this is where you should take her.

Member Criteria
Like many things in life it helps if you’re rich, attractive and/or a celebrity. Actor Stephen Fry is amongst those on the admissions committee.

You’ll probably find easier to apply for sub-prime mortgage in 2009 than to apply to this club. The 3-page long application asks for photos, photo ID and a letter of recommendation from a current member

“Each application should be accompanied by a letter to the Membership Committee detailing your background, interests and any other information you consider relevant — all of which will remain confidential.”

Fees

• £150.00 ($245.00) Application fee (non-refundable)
• £750.00 ($1,225.00) Annual membership
• £500.00 ($815.00) Out of town membership
• £400.00 ($655.00) Overseas Membership
• £45.00 / pcm ($74.00 / month) Under 30’s membership
  

I'm Fucking for Free (So You Wanna Be A London Call Girl?)

I'm Fucking for Free (So You Wanna Be A London Call Girl?)

Everyone has been hit hard by the recession: Bankers, lawyers, factory workers, etc. There is one profession, however, that never goes out of style: Prostitution; Being a call girl, vice girl, escort, courtesan, concubine. Whatever you call it, it’s getting paid for having sex.

Meet the Girls

I sat down with 3 London Call girls, and their agency representative for a chat. The first girl, Candy, was a blond-haired blued-eyed babe from Eastern Europe. She had been in London for 8 years and worked in health care.

The second girl, Ebony, was a 6 foot tall, thin dark-skinned woman from Nigeria. She had large welcoming eyes, full lips and high cheekbones. It struck me as odd because she could have been model yet she’s gone into prostitution instead. Ebony was university student at a London university.

The third girl, Alice, was also a university student. She was originally from Nottingham. She was buxom size 18UK (14 US) English babe. I was amazed at how plain she was. She was quite pretty but didn’t fit in with my preconceived notions of a call girl. She was the sort of girl that you’d find behind the counter of a fish and chips shop.

The Agency
Richard was the man running the agency. To use the word agency implies that there were many people on staff in a crowded office. Instead, the sense I got from Richard was that he was one-man band: He found the girls. He made the bookings. He checked the identity of the clients. He answered the phones to make sure the girls ‘checked in.’ He set the prices and collected the money from the girls.

He was perfectly nice individual, but I couldn’t help but notice an air of seediness about him, but I could have been projecting how I felt about the situation.

The truth be told, the only way I could get a meeting with the girls and the agency was if I were to pretend that I wanted to be call girl too. What can I say, anything for a story.

Before the meeting with Richard and the other 3 other potential call girls. I was e-mailed a PDF version of a brochure explaining a bit out the agency.

Our Ideal Girls

Our clients have very varied tastes and in general there is no particular type or girl we work. Ages, looks and figures all vary. Generally we work with girls from 18 to 35 and from size 4 to size 20. We want girls who are reliable and easy to get along with.

What is involved in escorting?

Escorting is essentially entertaining men for money. Exactly what you deem as entertainment is down to you. You should bear in mind that most potential clients are interested in a sexual element. If you are not happy with this you may find that you have very few appointments.

Financial information

The exact fees our escorts charge vary from girl to girl and are decided by the escort. Most of our girls earn between £100 and £200 an hour after paying our agency commission, though some do earn a great deal more.

The Law
Prostitution, under certain conditions is perfectly legal within the United Kingdom. Street walking / kerb crawling is illegal. Brothels are illegal. Controlling prostitution for gain, i.e. being a pimp is illegal. Laws vary slightly in Scotland.

It is legal, however, to exchange sex for money in your own residence, hotel or the residence of the client. It is legal to be an escort without an agency attached. You would basically be an independent contractor.

It is legal to be an escort with an agency, however, the legality of the agency is nebulous; as they more or less would provide the services of pimp. In a court of law, the agency would argue that the escort is being hired for her time and that there was no prior knowledge of sexual activity. Legally, that may stand up in court, but in practice you are being paid to have sex. The agency knows and promotes that.

Why
I asked each of the girls why they were doing it. Most of the reasons they gave varied. In the end, it all boiled down to money. They would rather spend 2-3 hours per week being an escort rather than working 8 hours a day sweeping the streets or serving fries at McDonalds.

Alice had mentioned that she really liked sex and that her love life is dry. “Well, I could put up a post on Gumtree looking for a shag buddy. Or I could do this get paid for it” There’s part of me that understood that logic completely. I wondered, if I weren’t doing a story is this something I would be able to do? Could I do it and blog about it? I could be the new Belle de Jour. Hm, possibly not.

Morally
Is it morally dubious? Yes, of course it is. You can’t get around that. Even if the money is great, even if you love what you’re doing there’s a stigma against prostitution. Would you be able to tell your mother that you were a prostitute? What if my co-workers found out? Would I ever be able to be a Member of Parliament? How would my boyfriend feel about it?

What You’ll Have To Do
After some brief introductions and background on the agency we were given an exhaustive list sexual activities and asked to rate them. We had to rate each activity as to what the likelihood is that we would do it?

• Blindfolds
• Bondage (light)
• Bondage (heavy)
• Bondage (public, under clothing)
• Leather restraints
• Chains
• Ropes
• Harnesses (leather)
• Harnesses (rope)
• Cuffs (leather)
• Cuffs (metal)
• Manacles & Irons
• Gags (rubber)
• Gags (tape)
• Gags (phallic)
• Gags (ring)
• Mouth bits
• Full head hoods
• Mummification/saran wrapping
• Straight jackets
• Sleepsacks
• Spreader bars
• Spanking
• Flogging
• Single-tail whips
• Canes
• Belts
• Leather straps
• Riding crops
• Hairbrushes
• Wooden paddles
• Breast slapping
• Breast whipping
• Pussy/cock whipping
• Slapping/Punching (back, buttocks, chest)
• Strapping (full body beating)
• Hair pulling
• Face slapping
• Vaginal sex (with condom)
• Vaginal sex (without comdom)
• Vaginal sex to completion (without condom)
• Oral sex
• Swallowing semen
• Hand jobs (giving)
• Hand jobs (receiving)
• Anal sex (with condom)
• Anal sex to completion (without condom)
• Anal plugs (small)
• Anal plugs (large)
• Anal plug (public, under clothes)
• Anal beads
• Figging/radishing
• Vaginal dildo
• Vibrator on genitals
• Dilation
• Masturbation
• Fisting (vaginal)
• Fisting (anal)
• Speculums (vaginal)
• Speculums (anal)
• Oral/anal play (rimming)
• Double penetration (oral and vaginal)
• Double penetration (oral and anal)
• Double penetration (vaginal and anal)
• Triple penetration
• Forced homosexuality
• Forced masturbation
• Phone sex (serving Dom)
• Phone sex (serving Dom's friends)
• Strap-on-dildos (penetrated by)
• Strap-on-dildos (sucking on)
• Strap-on-dildos (wearing)
• Group Sex
• Outdoor sex
• Orgasm control
• Sexual deprivation (short term)
• Sexual deprivation (long term)
• Swapping (with one other couple)
• Swinging (multiple couples)
• Threesomes (two male, one female)
• Threesomes (one male, two females

After we finished filling out the form Richard then accessed the activities we agreed to along with our overall look. The goal, apparently, was to make us as marketable as possible. I was quite vanilla in my answers.

Candy and Alice got the highest rates. £300 per hour before commission. I was surprised that Alice got that rate. Apparently there is a lack of authentic English women within the escort world. When they do come about they are paid handsomely.

Ebony’s rate was £200 per hour before commission. Compared to the other girls I was quite jealous. My rate was only £130 per night, however if I had agreed to swallowing cum my rate would have gone up to £150. Damn, my fear of swallowing has foiled me again!


Their Cut
The agency takes 25% off the first hour and 10% off the second hour. One a week each girl is to meet with the Agency to deliver the Agency’s cut of the money.

The Hours
Generally, the hours are flexible so that you can work in an appointment after work and on the weekends.

The Clients
There is a wide range of clients that require escort services. With Richard’s agency you were allowed to pick the type of client you want. For example I could say, “I only want educated Asian men between 20 and 40.” Everyone else would be excluded.

Marketing
In order to get on the agency’s ‘books’ you’re require to have several photos taken of you. Some of these photos must show or hint at sexual activity. These photos are then marketed on various websites. The agency also creates an individual website to promote the girls. In addition to that the agency will put a ‘fake’ post on Gumtree and Craig’s Lists in order to lure in clients.

I felt alright about the call girl thing until it came to the photo part. What if one of my co-workers saw me? What if one of my work clients saw me? The fear of potential embarrassment shook me out of my wannabe-Belle-de-Jour moment.

Richard kindly offered to step in as photographer and take nude pictures of me. He even suggested that I do a shoot with Ebony and that we take some photos together. Sensing the sleaze factor, I made my excuses and left.

I’m not sure if I have what it takes to be a call girl, but does feel nice knowing that If I chose I could be making over £100 an hour. In the meantime, I’ll keep fucking for free.

I Love Being a Dirty Bitch

I love being a dirty bitch. After work I met up with Goldiecocks. We went to an empty office. We began with some quick kisses but soon enough we ended up on the floor. He unbuttoned his trousers, pulled down his pants and reveled his lovely cock.

“Two things,” I told him, “1. Don’t cum. 2. Don’t cum in my mouth.”

I stroked his cock a few times before taking it in; all of it; until my full lips were at the base. I moved my mouth up and down.

“I can’t believe your old girlfriends never gave you a good blow jobs.”

“They only licked tip,” he said somewhat wistfully.

“They wouldn’t go all the way down? Why didn’t you ask them to?”

He shrugged, “I dunno.”

“You have to ask them. Or don’t even ask. Tell them. Better yet, just push their head down.”

I resumed my cocksucking duties. Like a obedient pupil, he pushed my head further down o to his cock.” I gave him the thumbs up sign.

After a few minutes he asked me to stop. He wanted to fuck instead. I wasn’t sure if I was wet enough. Then again, I had been horny all day, I MUST have been wet enough. I wanted him to eat me out but I didn’t want to break the flow of things. I wouldn’t insist this time.

I hiked up my denim skirt and took off my pink Victoria’s Secret panties. I threw them aside. His cock slid into me easily as slipping a knife through butter. His cock felt just as great as before. It felt awesome being pumped by him.

That awesome feeling faded soon as he said those four words you don’t want hear 2 minutes into fucking. “I’m going to cum.”

I wasn’t mad. Just slightly disappointed; and only slightly because we’ll fuck again and his staying power will improve. Nothing’s perfect at first so it’s not a big deal. It’s also very flattering knowing that you can turn on a guy so much that he cums instantly.

If all else fails, then I’ll break out my stash of Viagra.

“Are you cumming?” I asked him. I couldn’t tell. His face didn’t give anything way.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head.

“Do you realize your face is completely expressionless?” I asked, finding the situation amusing.

He explained that he was trying to be quiet so the cleaning staff wouldn’t hear. Fair enough. He withdrew his cock and got dressed.

I put on panties. My panties which earlier were soiled from me being wet and horny were now catching the runoff of cum that he shot into my pussy. Knowing his cum was in me made me feel sexy and dirty. On the train ride home, thinking about the cum in me made me horny.

As soon as I got home, I went straight to my bedroom. I got the vibrator out and put it in my cum-filled pussy. I imagined Goldiecocks shooting his load into me over and over again and I came pretty hard.

Bad Sex

OK, last night's shag was like, NOT GOOD. It wasn't horrible, but it definitely was not worth my time or effort.  I was 'auditioning' yet another new fuck buddy.  I won't go into detail about how it all went down.  I'll just point out the bad parts.

First of all, if you're over 40 and you can't eat pussy properly, don't bother flirting with me. If you've had over twenty years to get it right and you're still crap that's a problem; and I don't want it to be MY problem.

Secondly, do not smoke!  Don't be a smoker.  I don't care that you brushed your teeth twice and you used the strongest Listerine available.  I can still taste it on you, you nasty ashtray. 

Third, and I know this is a tough one for a lot of you Brits, don't have nasty gnarly teeth.  If your gums have grey bits in them go see a dentist! Don't call me.  In America we have this number that might help, 1-800-D-E-N-T-I-S-T.

Fourth, shave you're freakin' face.  The last thing I need is rug burn.

Fifth, if it takes you more than 7 minutes to make me cum while you're eating me out, you're crap.

Sixth, don't even think about sticking your cock in me if you haven't eaten me out properly.

Seventh, I am not in the circus.  I am not trying to do any sort of acrobatics in bed.

Eighth, cut your freakin' fingernails before you finger fuck me.

Ninth, give me a bit of warning before you're about to cum.

Tenth, if I leave hornier than I arrived then you've done a BAD job.

Eleventh, don't call me EVER again.

Nicht So Horny

I'm in Berlin now with Adam, who I met in Dublin several weeks ago. He's the one that took me on the shopping spree.

We're staying at a 4-star hotel in a tourist district of Berlin. I arrived here Friday night. He's here at the hotel waiting for me. We have dinner in one of the hotel restaurants. I haven't eaten lunch and I'm starving. I order the most expensive thing on the menu; the steak. I don't order it because it's expensive, but because it seems like it will be the most filling.

After eating we go up to the hotel room. It's 1AM Im exhausted. I just want to sleep. I don't feel horny which is bizarre because I'm always horny.

Adam undresses. He has a smirk on his face that indicates that he knows he's getting laid. He's probably been thinking about this all week. He's probably been masturbating while thinking of our last oral encounter.

He gets in the bed. I'm not in the mood. I can't fake it. I can't go through with it. I tell Adam I'm too tired to have sex. I felt weird. I haven't heard from him all week and now he expects me to fuck me? I just don't feel as comfortable with that.

Adam lays in the bed next to me. His fingers are between my legs. He pushes my pink lace panties to the side and fingers me.

"I can feel you getting wet," he says

I lay there like a dead fish.

"Listen, I'm really tired. Can we do this tomorrow?" I ask.

"You are SO wet." He moves from his side of the bed and climbs on top of me.

"Look, I feel really passive. I was up at 7. I'm exhausted now."

"But let me just tease your pussy a bit?" He pushes my legs apart and tries to ease his cock into my vagina.

I raised my voice, "I am going to get really angry if you don't get off me!"

Adam obediently rolls off me. "I'm sorry," he says sheepishly, "I know I was very naughty."

He returns to his side of the bed.

"Good night," I say.

I fall asleep. An hour later something feels weird. I look up and notice Adam is standing up. At first I think he's hovering over me. I turn on the light and see him sneaking out of the hotel room.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"I need to sleep in total silence. I'm sorry, but your snoring is bothering me. I'm just going to get another room."

"Oh, okay," I say, feeling tired and confused.

He exits the room and I fall back asleep.

Cock-a-poo

Cock-a-poo



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10 Sexual Things to do Before I Die

In honour of Dave Freeman, the recently deceased author of, “100 Things to do before your die” here is my list of 10 sexual things to do before I die.

1. Bondage. I’ve always wanted to be tied up and dominated. preferably on a four-poster bed. The idea of being restrained is a real turn on to me.
   
   
2. Sex in a hot tub. It’s probably overrated, but I want to get it on in the water.
   
   
3. Join the mile-high club. I’ve always fancied the idea of having sex on a plane. Actually, a better fantasy is having on a private jet that’s owned by the guy I’m fucking.
   
   
4. MMF Threesome. I’ve done plenty of threesomes when I was with another girl and a guy, but I’d really like try a threesome when I’m with two other guys.
   
   
5. 30-days of Sex. I want to have sex every day for a month with the same guy. Even when I’ve been in relationships sometimes you go a few days or a week without sex. I want to try it every day.
   
   
6. Anal sex. It’s probably overrated, but worth trying once – but only with the right person.
   
   
7. Fucked while using a vibrator. I want to know what it feels like when a vibrator is on my clit and a cock is in my pussy. I image something like this would be great.
   
   
8. Make my own home-made porn movie. Undoubtedly these things always go wrong, but it still seems like kinky fun
   
   
9. Having a dirty weekend in a foreign city. Sure I’ve done this before, but it’s well worth doing again.
   
   
10. Having unprotected sex, letting the guy cum inside me, and making a baby from that… ah one day…
    

What's on your list?

Oversexed and Still Cheating

Oversexed and Still Cheating

Regarding my previous blog entry, Are You Lustful Tonight? an anonymous reader has asked a very good question

Whats the reason when a guy is still getting sex every day (very good sex for that matter) - yet he still seeks to cheat?


1. Variety is the spice of life. Chocolate-chip cookie dough is my favorite ice cream, but if I had it EVERY DAY I'd grow a bit tired of it. Sure, it would still taste good, but I'd want to try out some other flavours. Some men feel this same way.

2. The sex isn't really that "good." Maybe the wife is happily having sex with her husband on a daily basis, but really it's not that good. Perhaps the wife thinks she's fulfilled her part as the dutiful wife with the daily blow job. This sounds like quantity is more important that quality. If the husband is cheating in this case, he's looking for a quality experience.

3. He has an overinflated ego and/or arrested emotional development and feels that he deserves the BBD. The BBD is the "Bigger Better Deal." His wife may be gorgeous, but he feels he can find something better. Whether or not he can actually do better is debatable; it's more about having the perception that what he has isn't good enough. Hell, even Christy Brinkley's husband cheated on her.

4. Temptation, lack of forethought, and know that he won't get caught. If a Brinks Armoured Truck accidently dropped 10K out of the back would you take the money or would you resist? If you knew the likelihood that you would get caught was minimal would you take the money? If you knew that the money would make you feel better instantly and you wouldn't get caught, would you take the money?

Yeah, I probably would. You probably would too. Sometimes there are very good men who slip up and cheat. I'm not excusing this, but it is a reality. Sometimes good people do morally dubious things. Men who slip up aren't horrible people; they just don't have the forethought to see how easily this situation could go wrong.

5. He's a sex addict. Some men are like that. These guys should probably never get married.

But, that’s just my opinion.

Are You Lustful Tonight?

Are You Lustful Tonight?

The past couple of weeks I’ve been thinking about infidelity; why men cheat it and what causes it.

Men cheat because of a combination of sexual boredom, lack of attention from their wives, needing their egos stroked, poor communication and an unwillingness to confront issues head-on.

Unless the guy’s a complete sociopath, which in the London dating scene is definite possibility, cheating never happens for just one reason alone.

For instance, a typical cheater is the guy who hasn’t had sex with his wife in a year, but because of poor communication and an inability to confront his wife with the issue, he sleeps with someone else. Although his infidelity provides temporary sexual relief, the underlying issue of why he and his wife aren’t having sex still remains. Until that issue is confronted, it will almost certainly be preferable for the man to continue cheating.

Another example of a cheater is the guy who has sex with his wife a couple times a month. Even though the sex is regular, he needs to feel sexy and wanted by the opposite sex. Maybe his wife is too busy with work and kids to take care of his emotional needs. Or maybe the wife is turned off by his neediness. Whatever the case, this is a guy that needs his ego stroked. He’ll probably spend a lot of time flirting with other women before he actually goes through with the infidelity.

In my previous post, Contemplating Adultery, I wondered why a woman would stop having sex with her husband. After much thought I realized that the answer is so easy! It’s also sexual boredom.

Women get bored with just sex. I get bored with just sex. Am I feeling lustful tonight? That depends. I need the wooing; the romance; the gifts; the expensive meals. I need to feel like I’m being chased. I need to feel appreciated and not like I’m being taken for granted; or that I owe the guy sex – or worse that I just want to get it “over with.” I need to feel special and wanted in order for me to give my best in bed.

During the course of a marriage men stop trying to impress their wives. To a certain extent this is natural and makes sense. If a man is already married in theory he doesn’t have to work to hard to woo woman in order to win her over. She, by definition, is already his. Still that goes against the basic human need of wanting to feel desired.

When a man stops trying to impress a woman, a woman stops feeling desired. When a woman stops feeling desired, she stops feeling sexy. When she stops feeling sexy, she stops having sex. When she stops having sex, the husband gets restless. When the husband get restless, he (wrongfully) looks into cheating.

It seems like such a vicious cycle and makes me wonder if marriage is even worth it?

7 Minutes to Come

"If a guy doesn't make me cum in 7 minutes he's horrible."

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Hand Jobs, Heroes and Video Games

Just got back from the Ex’s flat. We had dinner in Hoxton. Vietnamese. Yum. Afterward we went back to his flat to watch “Heros” and to play on his X-Box.

We were sitting on his sofa watching TV when I felt the need to play with his dick. He was wearing button flys (damn him!) so it was difficult to reach Georges – that’s my pet name for his cock. Why do guys insist on wearing button flys? It just makes it difficult for us women.

He unbuttoned his button flys making easier for me to get to his cock. I rubbed up and down his shaft. He felt restricted by his trousers so he took them off.

I placed my mouth on his cock and bobbed my head up and down. He laid back and smiled.

“You’re so hard,” I told him.

I was wearing a jean skirt, a tight black jumper and black panties. I pulled my panties off, hitched up my skirt and sat on top of him, trying to impale myself with his cock.

“Let’s do it doggie style,” he urged.

I obediently got on all fours and assumed the position. He jammed his cock inside me. It freakin’ hurt so much. Is my hole closing up? Am I going convex?

“This isn’t gonna work,” I said.

As soon as I moved off him, his cock softened.

“Rub it until I get hard again.”

Being the overachiever that I am, I took his cock into my mouth once again. I sucked on his head, tickling it with my tongue. I used my fingers to simultaneously stroke the length of his cock.

“Oh, that feels good,” he whispered.

I took his cock out of my mouth and started giving him a hand job.

He was hard. Very hard. Suddenly he sighed loudly, “Oh yeah.”

His hot cum shot out of his cock and slid down my hand.

“No, no, no, no, no!” I shrieked. “You’re not supposed to do that yet!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it in. But if it’s any consolation that’s the best hand job you’ve ever given me.”

“I feel robbed,” I yelled back, “You owe me a hand job!”

He laughed at me, “I have to get to bed now so you’re going to have to leave.”

“You just came on my hand and you want me to leave?”

“Yeah. Is that alright?”

I didn’t say it, but I was thinking, “You are out of your fucking mind!”

You understand now why he’s “the ex.”

The Smoothest Minge in Rio

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Wanda and Anjelika Chat about...

Faking Orgasms
Haunted Pubs
Je T'aime - the Mucky Sarah version
Sleep vs Sex
Lesbian Sex?
Sex with the TV Presenter
Debate: Would Iain Lee be good in bed?
Sex with the man you love
From friends to lovers

The UK's #1 Sex

Tasting your Own Juices

Wanda and Anjelika have a natter about:

- Tasting your Own Juices
- Awkward converations with your lover's wife
- Is Clive Bull Gandhi?
- Wanda reveals her Playboy past
- Can you ever be too tired to have sex?
- The pussy snorkel and the chin ditto

Naive London Girl, the UK's #1 Podcast

Anal Chat with Wanda

Anal Chat with Wanda

Chat about Anal Sex, Anal Play, Colonic Irrigation, Diets, and Sex with Amputees.

With guest star, Wanda.

Naive London Girl: An American Sex Blog in London

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