Anal Sex for Lunch

with special Guest, Suzanne Portnoy

Anjelika and Suzanne chat about

- Anal Sex for lunch
- Anal Toys
- Strap-ons
- Rejecting the B.F.E. on Valentine's day.
- Suzanne's B.F.E.
- The Not-so Invisible Woman

Suzanne Portnoy
http://www.SuzannePortnory.com

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Strap-ons, Sex Toys and Up the Arse

"I’m talking about fucking someone up the ass with strap-ons and you can’t even tell me what sex toy you bought!?!"

Wanda and Anjelika chat about: Strap-ons, Mr. MusicBiz, Masturbating, Usually tight sphincters, Vibrating dildo, Anal Toys, Make-overs, Strap-ons, Masturbating, Rimming, Wanda’s Message to the BFE.

I Fucked Him Up the Ass (Part 3)

Mr.MusicBiz and I arrive at the seafood restaurant just after 6PM. The restaurant is nearly empty when we arrive and I wonder if it was really at all necessary to have made reservations?

Despite my request to be seated somewhere romantic, the waitress seats us in a corner halfway between the kitchen and the door. Since there was no one else there, I supposed it hardly mattered where we were sitting.

We skip ordering wine and opt for one bottle of still and one bottle of sparking water. For an appetizer we order a dozen oysters. Yum! Not that we need anything else to get us in the mood, but I wanted to make Round 2 even better than round one.

Our conversation ranged from light and superficial, to deep therapy-like moments. Mr.MusicBiz tells me he’s been listening to my podcasts and that he’s very concerned that I want to try cocaine. He warns me in a stark foreboding manner that indicates that perhaps at one time he was addicted to the stuff. I don’t push the question, however. Later in our conversation he does mention a stint in rehab; but even that nowadays seems de rigueur for anyone in the music industry.

He chats frankly and openly about his ex-wife, a star in her own right. I think back several years ago at having bumped elbows with her at an aftershow party in Kentish Town.

He chats about the girl he’s been living with in LA, an actress (of course!). He says they’re both busy and rarely have time for each other ergo rarely have time for sex. That she’s constantly working on a commercial or pilot or something. If it wasn’t for the writers strike they wouldn’t have had sex at all in 2007.

He mentions the kid he has with her. I observe that he talks about his kid with an eerie distance; as if it’s HER kid not his; as if this kid is an accessory to his life not his whole life. And even though being a dad gives him that warm feeling of being grounded and settled, it seems as if he could really give or take the parent thing. He probably wouldn’t even have pets if he could help it. All of that information is neither a surprise nor turn-off to me. What I see before me is a man at a cross roads. I am impressed by his honesty and kindness.

Despite the acclaim, fame and awards he is surprisingly a normal guy, who at his very core wants the following three things:
1. To feel needed.
2. To have a fulfilling sex life.
3. Passion & freedom

The conversation lightens up a bit and we chat about a few names in the music business: Simon Cowell, Amy Winehouse, Stephen Tyler, Lily Allen, etc. Feeling cheeky, I ask him why he’s never tried a strap-on before? He looks to his left, wondering if the guy at the table next to us has heard. He coyly says, “I don’t know.”

“We’ll have to try it out once we get home,” I say.

We finish our dinner. He kindly pays. We head outside and the doorman hails a cab for us.

In the cab ride home, I’m grabbing at his cock the whole way. He sighs in pleasure. He reaches up my skirt and tries to finger me, but my pantyhose are blocking the way. Damn!

I rub his cock even more. He tries not to let on to the cab driver that anything is happening but I think the driver knows. We get dropped in front of my flat. We race upstairs and are excited to get Round 2 started.

I Fucked Him Up the Ass (Part 2)

Mr.MusicBiz hikes up my skirt as he flicks his tongue against mine. His mouth is all over my face. He’s passionate, yet controlled. He smells great. His cologne is so sensual. His mouth tastes vaguely like mints. He grabs the back of my head with one hand and pushes my mouth deeper into his

We spend a few more minutes kissing then we move on to the waterbed. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes off his shirt, then his trousers, followed by his black Y-fonts. He folds his clothes neatly and stacks then on top of a small chest of drawers.

I take off my shirt, exposing my large breasts. He immediately cups them, then begins kissing, sucking and nibbling on them. Mmmmmm. I leave my black lace skirt on for no particular reason.

I sit on the edge of the waterbed. He stands up, his hard cock right there in my face. What’s a girl to do when there’s a throbbing cock in her face? Suck it, of course!

I take his cock into my mouth and cup his balls with my hand. He reaches down, lifts my skirt and starts fingering my pussy.

We both lay down on the waterbed. It feels ultra wavy. My red satin sheets add a dimension of slipperiness to the occasion.

As I lay back on the bed, he lifts my skirt again and dives head-first into my pussy. His tongue is incredible! He’s a voracious pussy-eater. I have a mini-orgasm as he flicks my clit. He plunges his tongue into my cunt. He lifts me up ever so gently and starts rimming me.

Mr.MusicBiz soon lunges forward. His throbbing cock slides into my pussy. I love it when a guy gets me wet enough that his cock slides inside me with ease. I wanted his cock so badly. When he thrusts it in to me it feels SO GOOD!

We start pumping each other and kissing. My legs are in the air resting on his shoulders. He grinds his cock deeper and deeper into me. His smooth balls brush against my clit – an amazing feeling. I have another mini-orgasm. We pump each other for a good twenty minutes or more. Our bodies are tightly entertained. He starts breathing heavier and heavier the suddenly then he cums inside me.

He lays on top of me for a few minutes with his cock still firmly in place. He then dismounts and lays on the waterbed next to me. We have some post-coital chat about LA, the music business and the Video Music Awards.

I ask him for the time. He reaches over to the nightstand and picks up his watch. The time is 5:25.

“We better get ready for dinner,” I say as I point to the strap-on which is on the floor in a small pile with the other sex toys. “Well save that bad boy for round 2!”

Part 3 coming tomorrow.

I Fucked Him up the Ass (Part 1)

I Fucked Him up the Ass.

On Friday Mr.MusicBiz flew into town from LA. First Class. BA. Flat bed seats. New silver iPod Nano, listening to a rough cut of his own album, that he just wrapped production on.

On Saturday he calls me from the Sanderson. He hates the Sanderson. He hates the décor. Too modern. Too smarmy. No minibar. At least the record company is paying for it. He’s tuning a guitar while he’s talking to me. At least I think it’s a guitar? He says he might switch to the Dorchester. Or he might stay where he is. Or maybe the Ritz. He thinks he’s incapable at the moment of making a definite decision. He says he’s meeting up with some friends at a gig tonight. He mentions a few famous names. I feign sounding impressed. He then asks me if I want to go out to diner on Sunday.

I say yes. He wants me to pick a restaurant. I ask him if I should get a restaurant near him or near me. He says near me since he hasn’t figured out if he’s switching hotels or not.

I ask him about the guitar and why he’s tuning it. He says it’s not a guitar. It’s a bass. He also says it’s not his. It belongs to a friend. (I guess that explains that?)

“Any special requests?” I ask him.

He pauses. The bass goes quiet. The line sounds almost dead. He then says, “I want to fuck.” He pauses again “But I also want to get fucked.”

I look at Doggums and raise an eyebrow.

An hour later I’m in Harmony Sex Shop on Tottenham Court Road. I expected the place to be filled with perverts and sleazy eastern European types. Aside from a few Germans, the clientele looked surprisingly similar to Waitrose customers.

I spend twenty minutes examining the strap-on harnesses. I wish someone would write a guide book on the subject.

Here’s what I know about strap-ons:

• They cost from £30 to £80.


• The better ones are made out of leather, some are made out of vinyl / canvas.


• Most harnesses fit up to a 48 inch (122 cm) waist.


• Some companies make harnesses for “plus size women.”


• The two main parts of a harness are the harness itself and the dong (dildo). They are usually sold together but can be bought separately.



• Some strap-one (like the one I bought) come with a mini-vibrator. So you can get pleasure while you’re giving it!



• Some strap-ons come with a device you can insert into your pussy and or anus. This is also so you can give pleasure and get pleasure.



• Don’t forget to buy lube.

I spent £125 on toys. This includes: a cat-o-nine tails, fuzzy handcuffs, a vibrator called Wanda, an anal vibrator an oral sex vibrating bug and cherry-flavored lube.

I was just getting out of the bath when Mr.MusicBiz arrived at my door. I quickly threw on come clothes: A sparkly tank top that shows mucho cleavage and a black lace skirt. No panties. No Bra.

He looked good. He looked very, LA. His hair looked lighter, his skin looked tanner. We kissed as he entered my flat. Doggums wasn’t happy about this. She barked incessantly. I finally bribed her with a half-eaten chicken leg and she seemed to quiet down.

Mr.MusicBiz and I headed into the bedroom, closing the door behind us. He kissed me passionately while I reached down and felt his hard-on. He said he hadn’t masturbated in a few days; that he was bursting, but he was saving his cum for me. “Good boy,” I told him.

We spent several minutes kissing. He moved from my mouth to my neck. Then he kissed my ear and my knees started to quiver.

Part 2 coming tomorrow.

Look What I Just Bought....

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