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Expect the unexpected

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

This weekend my Wife and I had a blissfully childless weekend away at an upmarket hotel. You shouldn’t be surprised, Dear Reader, to know that the mere thought had my jeans bursting at the fly, and in anticipation of the naked fun I was dreaming of, I made preparations for Operation Eyeball Obelisk.

I should probably be a little ashamed of myself, but in the hope of reciprocation, before we’d left home I’d taken a peek in Wife’s underwear drawer, to see if She might be wearing some of Her Xmas present: the bra and one pair of briefs were absent – a good sign, but the thong, torsolette and suspenders were still there. Not surprising, but a pity.

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Women I’ve slept with, Pt 8: The best sex I’ve ever had

Posted in Sex with other people with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 16, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

I have a theory: the best sex you will ever have is the sex you really shouldn’t have. Illicit afairs inherantly have trust at their core, as at least one party has the opportunity to betray and one to be betrayed. If not both parties. And I think with that trust comes the ability to open ourselves to our desires and it empowers us to scream for more more more!

I am not proud of the fact that I have fucked three women I really shouldn’t have, and I shouldn’t have fucked them as all of us were supposed to be fucking someone else at the time. I had awesome sex with all three of them, and the sex I had with Fiona was without doubt the best I’ve ever had. And almost certainly ever will.

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Women I’ve slept with Part 6 – Ep2 : Starting something(s)

Posted in Sex with other people with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 30, 2012 by Accidental Masturbator

When we all stopped for a wank break at the end of Episode 1, I’d just mentioned that Geri was the first woman I’d shared porn with. It was her collection, albeit one she had confiscated from her ex-boyfriend. I had always hidden my porn carefully and up till that point it had never occurred to me that women might like porn as well. Several subsequent partners have proved how wrong this is, but having been introduced to this idea by Geri, my covert consumption of jazz mags and skin flicks was about to change.

One autumn evening, I attended a beer festival with some friends, and as I staggered away from the venue with a plastic flagon of potent cider, I stopped off at a newsagent to pick up a copy of my favourite wank mag (Club International) before phoning Geri to tell her I was far too drunk to use public transport – which I was – and to ask her to pick me up – which she did. The next morning, as I suffered my hangover, Geri investigated the contents of the plastic carrier bag I had clutched all the way home

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