Lawyer

On one of the adult sites I'm on (and yes, there are quite a few... given my range of interests) there was a profile I rather liked. 32yo woman, not all that far from me, and with very little written in the profile. Less really is more, I find.

I messaged her, she messaged back. We shifted to msn. She was quite amusing and punchy on chat and I decided to overlook her use of 'lol'. She was, she told me, a lawyer. She asked me what I was doing on that site and I said I was looking for women who wanted to fuck around. I'm quite honest. I asked her, and the answer was a bit more complicated.

She said she'd only put a profile up because of her work; she was representing a guy who'd met someone on that site, and he'd ended up in a relationship and it'd all gone sour and they ended up in court. And she figured she needed to go on the site to see what was going on. Or something like that. I didn't quite believe her. We chatted for a few days then I suggested we meet for coffee.

I met her. She was tall and attractive and very nervous. I was the first person she'd met in this way and it showed. We had a coffee and a chat, and a couple of things she said made me pretty sure that we'd end up fucking before too long. I fixed her phone and she said something like 'now we have to have sex then', and it was kind of a joke but I think also a way for her to give herself a bit of a nudge.

After the coffee date we arranged to meet up two days later, in the evening, for some fun. But at the last minute she backed out. I wasn't too upset; I'd had a busy day and I wasn't all that horny. Also, I really did thing that she wasn't playing games - we really would end up fucking anyway.

Then on Tuesday afternoon I got a message from her. We were both going to be out of town from the following day for a couple of weeks so any conceivable cock-in-cunt action wasn't going to be til mid-January at the earliest. But she was wondering what I was up to right then. And the answer of course, was not much.

So she jumped in a cab and came over. The highlight was when we were having a mid-fuck break, the sort of thing where if we were smokers we'd be having a cigarette, and she asked me how old I was. I told her and she had a minor freakout. Then, when she'd calmed down we fucked again.

And Sarah.

I'd sort of been avoiding fucking Sarah. It's complicated - I like spending time with her (more than with any of the other random people I fuck) and the sex is a bit prosaic. The last couple of times we've seen each other has been to do with food and I was sort of hoping that our friendship had somehow shifted, that we were more into eating than fucking.

I suggested to her that we have lunch one day at one of those superbly confrontational korean restaurants in Strathfield, which she agreed to. Then she called me back and asked whether our relationship was moving into some post-sexual phase. Which I think we both know would be a little uncomfortable, what with her being married and stuff. And by this I mean that it's perfectly fine for a happily-married woman to meet up with someone for sex every so often, but once there's no sex it's all a bit hollow and vaguely creepy.

One of the many things I like about Sarah is her use of language (we are quite alike in this) and she said that if our relationship was just about eating then that would be ok with her, but that her preference was "to go on all the rides".

I left it at lunch. Then a day before I realised that I was actually pretty horny so I told her to come over to my place instead. We fucked. Chatted. back to normal.

Booty Call!

I was at home on Saturday evening (something always crops up... ) and I got a text from Judith. Judith, who I haven't fucked in quite a while. She was at a dinner party and was having a dreadful time and was thinking of feigning a migraine and going home. And she wanted to know if she could pick me up on the way, on the off-chance I was free....

So an hour later I'm at Judith's place fucking. It was lovely. I slept there too, for some reason we always sleep well together. She even drove me home on Sunday morning.

She's gone too far.

A couple of weeks back Lisa messaged me, she wanted to know if I was free on the Thursday afternoon of that week for some fun with her and Steve. Of course I was. I put it in my calendar.

She had a work lunch on that day and she warned me she might be a bit under the weather when she showed up. And she certainly was - she's a good drunk though, funny, loud. But a bit messy. I got her warmed up, Steve showed up and we got busy.

After we finished Steve left, then I was due out for a drink with a couple of friends. She was in no state to drive (and she was quite put out that I was even considering going out - which made my blood run cold) and so I said she could stay at my place and hang out. I was only going to be an hour or so at drinks.

So I went across the road and had a drink with my friends and all the time I was there I had a niggling feeling that I shouldn't have left Lisa alone in my apartment. Last time I left a woman in my place it was Miss Difficult and she broke my bed. I still wonder how.

I got back to my place, flung open the door and there was Lisa, naked on my bed, typing furiously into my laptop. She'd logged onto msn as me and had chatted with a couple of people - she was in mid-conversation with a guy I play with sometimes and she thought it was all quite hilarious but I was livid. How dare she? I didn't shout or get all mean but I did get very polite and quick, which is what happens when I get angry.

I took her out for dinner. Why? Well, mostly because I wanted her to tell me what had happened, who she'd spoken to and whatnot. Then I sent her on her way.

A few days of silence then a very apologetic message. I'm never taking my eye off her again when she's in my place.

She came over yesterday and I gave her a very solid and superb fucking.

Watch and play.

About a month ago I met a gay man who likes straight porn. His partner was away, we chatted a bit, and I ended up at his place and we watched his entire porn collection and had quite a bit of low-key fun with each other while we were doing it. It turned out he's like me - he likes talking about sex just about as much as doing it, so we were able to keep each other amused for a very long time. Watching porn, talking about what was going on in the porn, talking about real-life experiences, fantasies. Nice guy too, and handsome. And for a gay guy, very interested in women. We'll do it again when his partner's out of town again. But we'll need some more porn.

Anyway, I enjoyed this so much I changed my profile on a gay site I'm on to say:

I like hooking up with masculine guys for the usual man-on-man fun, but what I really like is watching straight porn with another guy. And playing too, of course.

And I got lots of guys messaging me. Some were bi guys, which I expected, but most of them were gay guys who like watching straight porn. Huh? Well, I suspect that if you're mostly gay but even just a little bit straight then straight porn's more appealing than gay porn, only because there's nothing really exotic or unattainable about gay porn - there's nothing you see in gay porn that you couldn't actually do just by rounding up a few guys.

Anyway. One guy messaged me this afternoon and I was about to respond with my usual "I'm not free right now, but maybe later next week" when I remembered that this was, in fact, something I rather like doing and the guy was only about 10 minutes' walk from my place and he said he had some great straight porn (2 or 3 guys, one girl, lots of ass fucking). So I went over.

Nice guy. Very handsome. Great body. We played around, watched some lucky girl get rather a lot of cock. We both came. We chatted a bit. I left.

Lovely afternoon at the seaside.

Lisa came over on Tuesday and, as usual, I nearly texted her in the morning to tell her not to. I just wasn't feeling especially horny, for one thing. But also, I was vaguely resentful at the thought of having to come home at lunchtime (I really do have other things to do, you know) and because we're fucking every week it's starting to feel like a bit of an imposition.

I didn't text her to put her off though. I reminded myself that even though I wasn't all that horny first thing in the morning, by the time she showed up and was naked in my apartment I'd be fine. And I was. We didn't do anything especially fancy (no wet celery, eggbeaters, motorcycle helmet) but I did give her a very solid fucking. Front and back. When I'd fucked her last week I hadn't done her ass so I figured I owed her one. She takes a cock in her ass much better than I do.

Then yesterday as I was work I got a phone call from her. She was going to the beach and wondered if I wanted to come along for a quick swim. Now, this is slightly concerning. I have issues with Lisa and her mission creep - so long as we stick to fucking we're fine, but if I'm not careful we end up having lunch and whatnot and then she'll fall for me again. But then again, it was hot and sunny out and I was a bit bored. So I said yes and we went to the beach and had a swim, and she told me she'd seen Steve the previous day and gave me a nice detailed rundown on what she and he had been up to. Which I liked, of course. She said that even though Steve was lot of of fun to play with, he wasn't as much into actual fucking as I am.

That neighbor still really sucks.

You may recall a couple of weeks ago I hooked up with a guy who lives just around the corner from me. And that his particular thing was that he likes to swallow come. He likes guys to show up at his place, he sucks their cocks, they come in his mouth, then they leave.

He and I have been chatting a bit and he's quite an interesting guy. But that's not really relevant here. We chatted earlier this evening and he asked me if I was feeling horny. The honest answer would have been 'not especially", but I figured that I should pay him a visit anyway. So after pilates (me and 3 women.... the instructor talking about pelvic foors, inner thighs, glutes and whatnot) I went over to the guy's place and, without either of us saying much, stuck my cock in his mouth.

He had some porn on, but it was pretty feeble.. a skinny guy being tag-teamed by two bigger guys, neither of whom were especially attractive. But it all worked. I came in his mouth. We chatted a little, I left. The whole thing was over in about 15 minutes.

Just superb, really.

Thursday night I booked a hotel room, just around the corner from where I live. I was a little late so by the time I got there Lisa had checked in already and Steve was there with her. We chatted a little, then each had a little of the medication Lisa had thoughtfully brought with her, then Steve and I spent the next couple of hours fucking Lisa in every way we could imagine, punctuated by occasional bouts of man-on-man action. Including one bit where I fucked Steve while Lisa assisted.

Steve's a bit like me; he loves the idea of being fucked but finds the reality of it a bit challenging. He has an exceptionally tight ass. He left after a couple of hours and Lisa and I kept going, with a break for a swim at the hotel's rooftop pool. And a pizza - a remarkably good pizza too, as it happens.

Then a fitful sleep.

Al Fresco

I had to escape from Sydney for a few days a couple of weeks ago, and it was all very last-minute. So I hired a car and drove up the coast, almost as far as the Queensland border. And I discovered that being away from Sydney made me really miss Sydney, so all in all it was a useful trip. And I even tried sea-kayaking.

While I was up north I stumbled on a nude beach. And when I say 'stumbled on', what I really mean is that I cross-referenced a google search with some listings on a gay cruising site and found some. As opposed to, say, going to a beach and discovering it was full of naked people.

You may be shocked to know that I've only been to a nude beach once before all this, but I liked it a lot. Partly, of course, because there were lots of naked men there, and I was naked too. But mostly because it felt strangely liberating to be in the water with no clothes on. Why only once? I just don't go to the beach much anyway, for the most part. I grew up in Melbourne, which doesn't really have a beach culture, and I spent my formative years indoors. Which also explains why I have (apparently) nice skin.

So there was the beach itself, and then, as I was very carefully reading the listing on the gay cruising site, there was a lake on the road back from the beach which was a well-known cruising site. This whole outdoor hook-up thing isn't something I've done much at all (except, oddly enough, in Tel Aviv... and once in London) but I've been getting very keen on the idea. So, of course, I went.

As you drive to the beach, the last mile or so is a dirt track, and halfway along the track you come along a half-dozen or so cars parked by the side of the read. There's no apparent reason for people to stop there, let alone park; it's in the middle of scrubland, a half-mile from the beach. So, I was thinking to myself, they must be up to something. I do love this.

So I got out of my car, and, wearing my swimmers, a shirt and flipflops, walked along an unmarked track into the scrubby bush. A couple of hundred yards along I came to a small lake, and I could see one or two guys just sort of standing around. And as I walked around, there were more guys just hanging out. Now, I love this part of it. Guys stand around, or walk around slowly. Most guys try to look very nonchalant, as though they'd just picked this very spot in the bush to go for a bit of a stroll, but at the same time we all know exactly why we're here. And this purposeful wandering about is half the fun... a bit of eye contact here, maybe a guy rubs his cock through his shorts as you look at each other, then maybe you get the sense that someone's following you, but it's done in a way that's not so obvious, so you have the choice of slowing down ('yes') or speeding up ('no').

So what happened? Any action? Well, the best bit was at one point I followed a solidly-built guy in his mid30s and by the time I reached him he has his shorts down around his knees and his cock out and hard. Nice cock too. I sucked his cock for a while and he slid my swimmers down, and of course a couple of other guys showed up and were watching (which I love, as you know). I was half-hoping one of the other guys would join in but they were all a bit shy. The guy then said he wanted to fuck me, and started to think about how hot it would be to be fucked outdoors with a couple of guys watching (and I haven't been fucked in quite a while) but by then the watchers had dispersed and I hesitated.. and the moment was gone.

I went back the next day and had some more fun, and it's gotten me very keen on the whole thing. But I find myself wishing there were a straight equivalent... some park or beach somewhere where women were hanging out, half-naked, playing with themselves, looking for a bit of furtive nasty action. But that doesn't happen. And this is what I love about gay sex. While I'm sure it can be tender and loving and affirming and all that, it also can be exquisitely sleazy.

Nutter.

I'm on some adult dating site where I periodically trawl for fuckbuddies, and my profile now is quite gruff:
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About me:
Mid-40s, decent, sensible guy living in inner Sydney. Easy-going, imaginative, adventurous. In good shape and looking for casual fun. Ideally not just a one-off, I like exploring.

Please note :I'm not really looking for someone for walks on the beach or snuggling up to watch DVDs. Not that there's anything wrong with that of course.

I am looking for:
Someone who's sane, articulate, adventurous and doesn't have lots of tattoos. That should narrow it down nicely.

There was a woman on there today who sounded a bit flaky but possibly fun, so I sent her a nice little email. And I got this back.. I'm still not sure what to make of it (but I do know that the likelihood of the two of us meeting up and having any kind of agreeable fun is zero, for various reasons).

Hi J, thank you for the message. I, 2 am not after anything serious, well not in a relationship anyway!! However very serious in having a great time!!! I love to dance, both on a dance floor and on a decent male/female. I am not a lesbian as I love cock!!! But bi curious??? I believe I'm at my sexual peak. Actually have been since I was 12. So yeah! May be we could go out for a dance sometime and then dance some more???? Sensible??? What really is sensible?? Party hard, Fuck hard!! Read your profile, I see you 2 are bi curious. Baby!! cum to mumma!! Promise I'll be gentle with you, have 12 cocks 4 you to chose from. Love to give. By the way, I'm a top not a bottom!!!! XXX S

This woman is, apparently, 42 years old. Amazing. 16 exclamation points, 12 question marks.

A lovely surprise.

Lisa came up to my place around midday and she's been very horny all week and said she wanted it a bit rough, so I told her that when she came in there was to be no talking, no joking.. just straight into it.

So when she arrived I bundled her into the living room and started in on her from behind, playing with her breasts, undressing her, being a bit more forceful than usual (which I could tell, when I got to her cunt, was working nicely). Then I blindfolded her and teased her some more, spanked her ass, slapped her breasts a bit, used the riding crop on her (not with any great force, it's more a sensory thing). By this stage she was naked, standing up but bent forward, elbows resting on the bench, legs spread, still blindfolded. And she was pretty worked up.

Then, the surprise! There was a knock at the door. I opened the door and there, of course, was my friend Matt. He and I didn't say anything to each other but as I showed him into my place he saw her there, naked, facing away from us, and as Matt took his clothes off I spread her legs to show him her pussy and ass.

I'll leave out the blow-by-blow, as usual. But she kept the blindfold on the whole time. I fucked her, he fucked her. I fucked her ass. We both fucked her. DP. She noticed that he had a big cock (a bit longer than average length, and quite thick) and she even took it in her ass like a trooper. A really superb job, I thought. After we were done she took the blindfold off and I introduced them, we lay around chatting and congratulating ourselves then Matt went back to work and Lisa and I headed out for a well-deserved lunch.

Quite a good idea, I thought.

I had an idea this afternoon, and I sent an email to Lisa:

I don't know if this would tickle your fancy, but let me know what you think.

I was chatting with a friend the other day. He's a guy I've known for a while, nice guy. Gay, in a relationship. But he used to fuck women and he's still very straight-curious, and he watches straight porn and whatnot. He loves seeing women being fucked. Cunt and ass. He's in his early 50s, but very handsome and in good shape.

So I started thinking about a scenario where I take you to his place (or you come to mine, and he's there). Maybe you're blindfolded, maybe you're not. But I undress you and show off to him all the pertinent bits. He's certainly familiar with asses (he's gay) but he hasn't seen tits or cunt in a while, except in porn. After that.. maybe I give a demonstration of what to do with a cunt (insert penis, as you may recall, that usually works). Maybe he joins, maybe he watches...

Just a thought. Not even sure he'd do it, I haven't asked. But you know how my mind works...

Another neighbor really sucks.

When Lisa came over yesterday I got distracted. I'd been quite agreeably worked up, fucking her hard, and then had fucked her ass as well. But at some point, quite suddenly, I went from being incredibly aroused to being.. well, not aroused at all. I didn't come.

Then, this morning Sarah came over and I fucked her. But it was a fairly desultory affair and I didn't come then either; we went out for lunch instead. So by this afternoon when I got home I was quite superbly horny.

What to do? I went on to a gay cruising site looking for.. well.. I don't know what. But I did know that when I'm as horny as that I often end up too fussy for my own good.. every guy who messages me, I think to myself "yes, he's hot.. and fun.. but what if someone better messages me in a few minutes...?", it's that whole thing about the perfect being the enemy of the good.

I'd been chatting with a guy who lives nearby who rather likes guys to drop by his place, he gets on his knees, sucks their cocks, they come in his mouth, then they leave. And it occurred to me that that might be just what I need.

So I went over and did just that. Nice guy, as it happens. Stocky but not fat, 40ish. Quite masculine. Nice apartment. Seemed to have something to do with the movie business, judging from a quick scan of his bookshelves as I was fucking his mouth (I did that porny thing where I held his head still and just fucked him - we both liked that).

She's going to rub it off, eventually.

Lisa today was telling me that she's been extremely horny all week, and in the morning after her husband's gone off to work she masturbates. Then masturbates again, and again. Sometimes it takes her an hour to get out of the house. She said that she sometimes doesn't even turn her vibrator off after she's come, because she knows she'll want to do it again almost immediately.

It's much easier being a man, of course. Once is fine. And in fact, even as I'm still ejaculating I'm starting to think of what to do next, it's nice to have a bit of mental clarity. (This also happens to me when I'm fucking.)

Lisa and me .. and then this other bloke shows up

Lisa came over today, and even before I started in on her she told me that she's been thinking a lot lately about being tied up.

I said "I have some stuff", which she said I had already told her before (she remembers every conversation we've had, apparently.. but I do that with Claire too). So I dragged my bag of what Sam used to call my 'mountaineering equipment' out of the closet and showed her the ropes. And the cuffs and whatnot. I couldn't tell whether she wanted to be tied up right then and there, but I wasn't in the mood. It's rather a lot of work and I haven't done it for ages.

I did, however, remember that I'd bought some of that double-sided bondage tape and I got that out and told her I'd never used it. And when I saw how her eyes lit up I suggested we could try (which was really just for me.. one day I'll have to use this stuff and I'll need to have at least a rough idea how it works). She put her arms out, wrists crossed in front of her and I rather inexpertly taped her up. And sure enough, she couldn't get out. I felt her up a bit while she was restrained, just as a bit of a teaser, but then released her and we had some very agreeable fun.

She had, at the start, before any of this told me about a fantasy that's been consuming her. The idea is roughly like this: she's at my place. She's blindfolded, possibly tied up or somehow restrained. And naked. Then there's a knock on the door. It's another guy... I let him in, he fucks her while I watch. Or maybe I join in. Then he goes.

Those of you with very good memories may remember that I nearly got this exact situation going with Harriet. It's a real favorite of mine. And the sort of thing I'd do all the time if I were a woman. (And it's probably a good thing that I'm not.)

I have a couple of possible candidates for this.

Who?

I sometimes go on cam on one of the adult sites I'm on. It's usually when I'm playing piano, or working or something, and I have the cam so that you can see my face and my upper body and not much else. And I leave it on while I do whatever it is that I'm doing, to see what washes up on the shore.

I can tell if people are watching me. It's often guys, but sometimes I get women. And once in a while, one of them will message me. And as often as not, if I get a message from a woman, it's someone who is (according to her profile) in her mid-20s, is horny and will do anything. And the message? Usually something like "show me your cock", or sometimes just "show cock".

I know that when it's something like this it's really a 50yo man with a bad combover. But I ask "do you have a cam? I need to see you to make sure you're not a guy", and they invariably respond with something along the lines they had a cam but it's broken and they'll get one next week, but in the meantime can they please see my cock...?

To which the answer is, of course, no. But what's fun about this is that if some 50yo man did message me and asked to see my cock there's a decent chance I'd oblige anyway.

Sam and Chris; Kate, Lisa and Keiko.

I was away for a week (after the pilot thing) and only got back on Sunday. I didn't get up to any mischief while I was away - the closest I got was going out one night with Sam and a couple of his friends. We went to a gay bar (well, gay-ish.. the Railway Hotel in Chapel St, on a Sunday night) and I realised that there were only 2 guys there I fancied at all. One was Sam (of course), and another was his friend Chris. As we were leaving, Chris said to me very quietly "you smell like a mechanic", and when I looked a little startled he quickly added that it was a good thing.

I stayed at Sam's that night, but there's no hanky-panky. Even when we were in a relationship the sex was a little strained and awkward. Which surprised me, as he's exactly the sort of guy I go for. He's like me.

I've made up for lost time since I've been back. Monday I saw Kate, then on Tuesday Lisa came over. Then tonight Keiko. Three women in three days, which is quite good if you're keeping score (as I clearly am at some level).

Pilot... pic

My recent acquaintance, the Pilot, took some pics of me. Here's one.

Pilot.

I was chatting with a guy a couple of weeks ago on a gay site, and he had a rather intriguing proposition. He was in his early 50s, straightforward and articulate, and according to the pics on his profile was in good shape. He said he was a voyeur. We chatted a bit and worked out a plan.

So one day last week he came up to my place. He came in, and without either of us saying anything much, sat on a chair and watched as I undressed and started to masturbate. He was wearing a suit and was quite handsome, and as I played with my cock he kept encouraging me - asking me to change positions, do various things. All of which I was very happy to oblige. I'm an exhibitionist - but I'm a shy exhibitionist. I like to be asked.

We'll do it again.

Size

On the same site where I'd run into Kate, I saw a profile that piqued my interest. A 40yo woman who didn't say a lot except that she liked guys who were bi, and that she was looking for someone to fool around with. I messaged her, she called me.. we met last night.

I'll call her Keiko, she's Japanese. We had a drink and a chat and got on famously and then she asked "So, what do you want to do with me?", which I rather liked. I wasn't really in the mood to do anything last night, mostly on account of my having spent the better part of the afternoon fucking Lisa, so I said we should meet up when I get back from Melbourne. Which will be a week.

After I'd left I sent her a nice text saying that it had been a pleasure to meet her and that I was looking forward to having some fun and she sent me one back which I liked a lot...

Likewise. You've got a nice relaxed vibe, and nice hard biceps. I like your size. We're gonna have a good time. Call me when you're back.

Neighbor really sucks.

I had a houseguest most of last week and I couldn't really get out and about much. But I did notice that in the mornings my houseguest would get up at about 9 each morning, and usually by then I'd been out for a run, read the paper, had coffee and whatnot.

So I put a listing on a gay cruising website. Bear in mind that my neighborhood is the second-gayest in the whole country and it's teeming with attractive men who like other men. My listing?

Anyone feel like sucking my cock or being fucked tomorrow or thurs (16th, 17th) around 7am? I have houseguests, it's the only chance I have to get out and about. Your place, not mine. Masc mid40s bi guy here. 6" cut cock. Nothing fancy.. I just show up, we play, then I go.

I put this up on the Tuesday night. And I got quite a few responses, including one from a guy who lives in the building directly across the street from me. He gave me his apartment number and I said I'd be there at 7.

Sure enough, the next morning I rang the bell for his apartment. He buzzed me in and I went up to his floor. The door to his apartment was unlocked, as we'd discussed. I had a very cursory look around as I took my flipflops off (I'm all class, I know) and went into the bedroom. He was feigning sleep, which I rather liked. We both knew that it was completely unrealistic for him to be asleep; he'd only a minute earlier buzzed me into the building, but it's the thought that counts.

He half-opened his eyes as I slid my shorts down and got my cock out. He was, as I expected, about 10 years older and not as buff as he'd made out in his profile but in a way I quite liked that. I don't like guys being hotter than me, it unnerves me a little.

He sucked my cock, I came in his mouth (which he'd said he liked.. I don't fancy it much) then I hastily pulled my shorts up and thanked him and we had a chat about the new owners of the coffee shop next to my building and then I left.

Appropriate

I was messaged a week or so ago on an adult site by a woman I'm going to call Kate. According to her profile she was 40, divorced, adventurous and just looking for like-minded playmates. She also likes bi men. Perfect! We messaged back and forth for a day then arranged to meet up for a drink.

We had a drink and a chat. She was easy to talk to, easy on the eye and was in good shape. We chatted amiably for a while then I excused myself and left. We'd arranged to meet for a drink and we'd had a pleasant half hour and I figured that having a longer drink wasn't going to do anything for me (she had a real drink, I had something non-alcoholic).

As I was walking away I sent her a text to the effect that it had been nice meeting her and that i was looking forward to playing. She shot one back immediately: "What are you doing tomorrow?". Part of what makes Kate an interesting proposition is that she's like me, she's free a lot during the day.

So I sent one back "I'm free around lunchtime. Fucking?" I do love to be blunt, as you know.

She came back: "I was thinking lunch, actually. Perhaps followed by sex if you behaved appropriately. "Fucking" isn't my thing..."

I nearly lost it at this point. We'd met on an adult site, where she'd approached me. We'd met for a drink. We'd talked about sex quite a bit. She'd asked me if I was free the next day... and now she's being a princess about it? We'd have lunch, then she'd make some call about whether I'd behaved appropriately (and given that we'd met on an adult site, what exactly is appropriate? In her profile it says she likes bondage and anal sex). And then if I got over that hurdle we could get around to me getting my cock in her ass but we can't call it fucking?

I calmed down a bit and suggested a venue for lunch. I pointed out that it was very close to my place, and that if we both behaved appropriately we could go back to mine.

We had lunch. Then back to my place. I fucked her. Not sure we'll do it again.

Lisa calms down

Lisa appears to have calmed down. We've fucked twice since last I wrote about her and both times were uncomplicated. And hot.

It may be too much to ask for, but I like it exactly the way it is now.

MMMMMMF

Late in the week I got a message from my friend Paul (the cop), wanting to know if I was free Sunday morning. I was, I replied, and asked what the deal was.

He knows a guy, he told me, who knows a woman who has a fantasy about being fucked by 3 or 4 men at once. And Sunday was her birthday and the guy was trying to organise it. Well, as you can imagine, I liked that idea a lot.

So on Sunday morning I went over to Pauls' place. When I arrived there woman in question was there with her friend (a nice guy, mid40s). There was Paul, me and two other guys, then another guy showed up. Paul had invited 6 guys on the basis that half of them wouldn't show up, but in the end we all turned up. We chatted for a bit then Paul's friend took the woman into the bedroom, then came out a minute later saying she was ready, or words to that effect.

She was lying on the bed, face-down with her ass raised a bit (pillow under her hips) and her legs spread. We were all still in the living-room, looking at her through the open door. The guys all looked at each other like they didn't know what to do, which does happen in these situations. I had taken my shoes off earlier, and within a matter of seconds I was naked (I'm not shy) and went in and started playing with her pussy while the other guys watched, then I slid a condom on and started fucking her. The other guys all wandered in and watched, then I asked whether anyone wanted to take over.

Anyway. We all took turns fucking her. She came a lot. It was great fun. She loved it. Afterwards Paul told me that the guy who'd brought her was his boss. Which is, when you think about it, kind of hot.

Queasy

I was thinking about this latest thing with Lisa (she loves me, she said) and what to do about it. My first instinct is to run. That's also my second and probably my third instinct as well.

But over the last day or two I've started to think that maybe I'm being too hasty. I've never given her any reason to think that our "relationship" extends past fucking and the occasional lunch. And I've been careful not to do anything to give her any impression that it means anything more to me. So if she's unable to compartmentalise, then that's her problem.

She came over this morning. We talked a bit. She said I'd been behaving strangely since our discussion (it was really a monologue; I didn't say anything) on Friday. I explained that I'd been freaked out, and that what I wanted was to have things back to how they were. And that, as for us, it is what it is.

Then I fucked her. I'm feeling slightly queasy about the whole thing.

How married women really should do this.

As I was dealing with this horrible new development in the Lisa situation I got a text from Sarah (who, you may recall is the other married woman I'm fucking):

Husband just left. Am now free-ish til Sunday afternoon. Any free time? PS very horny

That's more like it! So she came over yesterday (Saturday) around lunchtime. We fucked, then lay about in the bed for an hour or two talking, as we do. And with Sarah, unlike Lisa, I don't feel anxious or worried. Sarah's very good at compartmentalising, she's like a man. I told her the latest on the Lisa saga and she reminded me that I'd told her that when I'd first met Lisa I'd been quite uneasy about her. I really do tell Sarah everything.

We lazed about in my bed for a couple of hours, which we punctuated by eating some lovely vietnamese rice-paper rolls she'd picked up on the way. I pointed out to her that being in bed with a naked woman, eating really good rice-paper rolls on a lazy saturday afternoon was close to nirvana. I don't know how it is for her, but for me the lazing about, the talk about food, sex and english usuage and travel is actually better than the sex. It's not inconceivable that she feels the same way.

Maybe it's like this: we enjoy each other's company a lot. But if we met and didn't have sex it'd feel weird, like we'd crossed some boundary. We're using the fucking as an excuse to hang out together.

But I have to contrast this with the Lisa debacle. Sarah and I are very fond of each other but I think we both know that our 'relationship' is a very constrained thing. We exist in a nice little private bubble when we're together, but when we're not together, there's nothing. It's lovely!

More Lisa. And the bit where it all goes haywire.

Lisa's been very keen to have some sort of MMF thing where the other guy's bi (Dave was straight) and she'd met a guy we'll call Steve who seemed to fit the bill nicely. He was in his early 30s, she and he had fucked a couple of times and he was very keen to try stuff with another guy (me). But because of his job - and, I suspect, general unreliability - we'd never been able to plan it.

Then out of the blue, late last week I got a message from Lisa asking if I was free on Friday night for some fun with her and Steve. And as luck would have it, I was indeed free that night.

So late Friday afternoon I showed up at a hotel room. Steve was a very agreeable surprise; early 30s, quite blokey, solid build, nice face. We sat around for a few minutes then started in. I'll leave out most of the details (nothing you haven't seen in porn) but I will mention one highlight, the bit where I fucked Steve while Lisa watched. Actually, she was sucking his cock and watching in the mirror. He had a very tight ass and it wasn't easy, for either of us. After a couple of minutes he gave me a discreet hand-signal to the effect that he'd had enough, and I stopped. She didn't notice. Oh, and another guy showed up. Tom, a friend of Steve's. He was left out a bit; when I was comparing notes afterwards with Lisa it turned out that neither of us had fancied him. So he ended up just watching a lot.

And then it all went strange. We finished. It was about 10pm and I was exhausted. I'd had a busy day and the fucking had taken a lot out of me. I wanted to go home. Lisa suggested she come back to my place on the way back to hers for a 'de-brief'. Not a bad idea, I though. It's fun after something like that to compare notes.

But in the cab on the way to my place she started musing about why I hadn't asked her anything about the problems she'd been having with her husband (which I'd heard a bit about on Tuesday, when I was fucking her at my place at lunchtime). And the reason I didn't, of course, is because I'm quite keen to maintain separation. We are, after all, just fuckbuddies. I don't want to get involved in her domestic drama, that's entirely her business. But after we got back to place it started to get worse...

We were sitting on the couch. I was almost comotase. And she started wondering whether I had the same feelings for her as she had for me.. and that those feelings she was having were something to do with 'love'. I can't remember exactly what she said but I do remember the L-word coming out and in my mind there were alarms going off, bells ringing, ducks falling down out of the ceiling and I was frozen. I was too tired to speak, but even if had been able to speak I would have been rendered silent. Then she said she hoped she hadn't freaked me out. Aaaaarghhhh!

I haven't spoken to her since.

I do love a good booty call.

After the Night of Many Men (well, two men) I was interstate for a week and half and didn't really get up to much. I arrived back in Sydney late last Sunday night and as I was checking my emails and whatnot I logged onto MSN and was immediately chatted by Judith. She was at home, had had half a bottle of wine, her kids were at her ex-husband's and she was, she said, horny as hell. This is all about 11 o'clock on a Sunday night, and she wanted me to come over. My first instinct was to say no - which is what she expected, some variation on "too tired" or "too late' - but then I realised I was pretty horny too, so I said I'd be over in 20 minutes.

I suggested to her that what might be fun was that I should bring a blindfold, and she should leave the door unlocked. She should lie on the bad, facedown, half-naked. I'd come in quietly and without saying anything blindfold her and start ravishing her. And we'd go from there. I'd always known she was up for that sort of thing but we'd never done anything like that. She loved it, of course.

She told me she'd leave the front door unlocked, and that I should be able to open the front gate myself. Great...

I got there and discovered that I couldn't reach through the gate to turn the handle, so I had to rung her doorbell. There was a wait, then Judith saying "your hands are too big, aren't they?", and then by the time I'd got in to her place we both had the giggles. No blindfold, but lovely fucking.

Then, as usual the tug-of-war. We were having the usual post-coital cuddle (I can tolerate this. My mind wanders but I know they like it.) Then I said "I have to go" and of course she wanted me to stay the night but I'd been away from my place for a week and a half and I was very keen to wake up in my own bed, alone. She always does this and it annoys me. But this time I'd been a bit cunning. Instead of getting a cab over I'd picked up a car from the car-share pod just near my place and I'd only booked it for two hours. So I had to go.

The next day I got a text. She's figured out a way around the gate and big hands problem and wants to do the ravished-in-blindfold thing on Wednesday.

Lisa. Second night.

We had been planning the next night for a while, a couple of weeks at least. Lisa had a fantasy (and I'm partly to blame for this, I know) of being the center of attention for a few guys, and she decided that this second night her husband was going to be away was going to be the Night of Many Men.

But as these things often turn out, it's hard coordinating more than two or three people, so in the end it was just me, Lisa and a guy we'll call Dave. Lisa had met him on the same site she'd met me and she and Dave had fucked a couple of times, and he was keen on the idea. So on the night in question, after Lisa and I had had dinner (she cooked again) and we'd had a bit of a warmup, there was a knock on the door and there he was. Quite nice too.... about 6' tall, handsome, friendly faced late 30s guy.

He and I chatted a bit while Lisa fussed around and we got on nicely. Then we all sat on the couch and... well, just sat there for a while until Lisa broke the ice by reminding us that we were all there for fucking. I'll fast-forward a bit here (you had to be there) and then all of sudden we're in the bedroom and Lisa's experiencing double penetration for the first time. Me in her ass, of course. Then, a little while later, after I'd gone out to the kitchen to stretch and to get a beer (I'm such a bloke when I'm doing this sort of stuff) I came back to find Dave fucking her in the ass quite hard with his rather thick cock, and she was moaning and going cross-eyed and whatnot. I gave her a hit of the poppers I'd thoughtfully brought along and she took that cock like a gay man, I was impressed.

Dave came (on her back, porn-style) and then after we'd had a bit of chit-chat, left. I took up where he'd left off, then we both slept very soundly indeed.

Lisa. First night.

The week before last Lisa's husband went away interstate for a couple of days. The first night I went over to her place, she cooked me dinner, we had some coke and then had some fairly uninspired sex. Then, as we were having a post-coital drink and I was grinding my teeth from the very speedy coke, I remembered that she'd said her husband was a real pot-head.

I smoke pot about once a year and it makes me all paranoid and antisocial, but for some reason I was keen to have some right then and there. She ferreted around in his desk and found some and I had a very small amount (it's much stronger than the stuff I used to smoke when I was a teenager) and it had the usual effect. I became withdrawn, anxious, unable to speak. But at the same time, very sensitised to music and a bit peckish.

Then the strangest thing happened. She was lying next to me on the couch, and in a split second I went from silent paranoia to extreme horniness. I don't think I've ever had this before; I had an almost uncontrollable urge to fuck her and within what seemed like about 2 seconds I had my pants down around my ass and I had my cock in her and it was as though I had become my cock. The whole thing took us both a bit by surprise. I'm wondering whether the pot did some of it. I know it makes me very disconnected from people, maybe that's what it was. It made me selfish.

We carried on in this vein for a while, then collapsed on the bed, spent. We slept well together.

A rake, a feather and a telephone directory

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Busy Day

And in amongst all this I managed to have sex with a man and a woman on Sunday. Not at the same time though.

The man's a guy I've been chatting with for a while on a gay site. He's gay and has a partner and whatnot but he's straight-curious. Which I love. I'm surprised how many gay men I know watch straight porn. In his case, he still quite fancies women but he hasn't had sex with a woman in 15 years. I think it's because if you're somewhere in the middle it's quite easy to just dive headlong into the gay world, it's easy to make friends, it's ludicrously easy to find casual sex, and the whole thing with women seems too hard.

His partner, he told me, is very similar. I mentioned them to Lisa, something along the lines that there's two horny gay-ish men who havent had sex with a woman since the early 1990s but are very keen to try again and it'd be fun. She loves the idea, of course. Damn she's fun.

Anyway, I went over to this guy's place on Sunday morning. His partner wasn't there (thay have a "don't ask, don't tell" policy about fucking around) and we undressed and sat on the couch and watched some straight porn. He and I have similar tastes, as we discovered when we were chatting. We both love seeing a woman with two or three guys. And then I fucked him. My original idea was that he was going to fuck me but his cock was way too thick.

All very good fun. And then as I left his place (this is about 930 sunday morning) I turned the corner and ran into my best friend, who was talking one of his kids for a walk. "What are you doing?" he asked, preplexed. And then nodded, realising I wasn't going to answer. Now he's pretty sure I'm fucking one of his neighbors.

Then that evening Judith came over. I hadn't seen her in a while. We had dinner then I fucked her.

Ow!

I had a new friend over last night, and I of course use the word "friend" very loosely here. Her name's Lily and we've been chatting online and on the phone for a couple of weeks. She's around 40 and seems refreshingly normal. She told me that what she really wants is to be a sex slave (her exact words). And when she's been in relationships she's not wanted to bring it up in case it weirded the guy out - and also because she didn't want to have to ask for it. All of which I sort of understand.

We chatted quite a bit and I liked her. She's direct, articulate, funny. She's just after a bit of fun once in a while and doesn't want anything more than that. Perfect! She came over last night.

I proposed my favorite setup to her and she agreed. She came up to my apartment, changed (she wanted to wear some special outfit instead of her work clothes, which I agreed to) and then put on the blindfold I had left out (and, I noticed, the collar too.. good girl!) and then I came out where I'd been hiding and started to explore her.

It was all going great. Then.... pretty much at the exact moment she came my lower back went into spasm. I've not really had back problems before, but this week's been a bit iffy and with all the excitement of playing with her I'd somehow managed to bend over and twist or something.

I hobbled around for a while, she massaged my lower back, I did some stretches.. then we sat on the couch chatting as we finished the bottle of wine she'd thoughtfully brought. And I sent her off. We'll do this again. But now that we've chatted a lot (and I really do like her) it's going to be harder to objectify her. I'm sure I'll manage.

Search me.

As you know, I'm unhealthily interested in how people find this blog. Especially if it's as a result of a google search. In the last 24 hours I've had three people arrive here via google. And here's the search terms...

• "tie her" "suck my cock all night"
  

• married woman's secret sex life blog

• i fucked lisa and she's married

Superb!

Curtains.

I had dinner tonight with Claire. Lovely, exquisite Claire. Who's just broken up with her boyfriend for the second time. I've never met him, luckily enough.

We both ordered the beef cheeks and it occurred to me, not for the first time, that 'beef cheeks' sounds vaguely rude and I spent a second or two working out why.

It's about half-way between "butt cheeks" and "beef curtains".

One of each.

I had lunch with Sarah on Friday, then quickly scuttled back to my apartment to get ready. Ready for what? I can almost hear you ask. Well, you may remember she and I had cooked up a plan. She'd been chatting with some guy online who was kind of curious about doing stuff with another guy. And in particular, wanted to try sucking cock and being fucked. While a woman watched. And the guy (this just gets better) is mid-40s and married. She, of course, thought of me.

So as I went back to my place, she went off to meet him. Lance, his name is. (Or rather, isn't. But for our purposes right here it is.) She brought him up to my place and introduced us. "This is Lance", she said to me, "and he wants to be fucked." My initial impression was pretty favorable. He's mid 40s, quite handsome, nicely-dressed and with a good body.

I got him to stand still while I walked around him slowly, touching him, checking him out. Feeling his ass and whatnot. Sarah sat on the couch and watched. He was getting a nice hardon. I got him to whip his cock out and it was very nice - average length, but nice and thick. Then I made him kneel and told him to suck my cock and, as he started, gave him pretty specific feedback on how he was doing it. Men, even if they've never sucked cock before, do it well.

Then after a while I took him into the bedroom and got him up on all fours on the bed. Sarah sat on the bed next to me and watched. I lubed him up and slid my finger into his ass. Very tight! I told them both that once I'd been with a married couple where the deal was that I was going to fuck the husband for his first time while she watched, but I could tell almost straight away that he'd had cock in his ass before. His secret was safe with me, I didn't say anything.

I had a decent hardon, but not enough to get my cock into his very tight ass (I tried and failed a couple of times). I cast around for something to do that would get me nice and hard but in the end that distraction was enough. I got my cock in and started fucking him, and I was agreeably surprised at how well he took it. Like a man, as I later told Sarah.

After a few minutes of fucking him I - predictably - got bored. We lay on the bed for a while, chatting. Sarah and I are quite similar, and when I said to her later in an email that the more he talked the less I liked him she said I hit the nail on the head. It was slightly awkward - I'd arranged with Sarah that after I'd fucked him and he'd left, I'd fuck her. (Her idea.) But she hadn't actually told him that. And we were both, as we discussed later, trying to figure out a way to gracefully ease him out so we could finish it off. We chatted for a while, then he seemed to realise that he was, in fact, the third wheel, and he left. I sorted Sarah out then we lay in bed chatting for ages.

We were talking about anal sex - probably because she'd just seen me fucking Lance. I'd fucked Sarah in the ass once, her one and only time of having anal. She thought it was so-so. I told her that I thought it was great that she was willing to try it (she even suggested it) but it that I could tell at the time that it wasn't doing much for her. Some woman, I told her, just adore it.

Al Fresco

Lisa came over and we went out for lunch, then had a walk along the harbour. There weren't many people around (it was cold today) so we stopped partway. She took her jeans and panties off and I got down behind her and fucked her for a little while but I wasn't really into it - it was cold, the rocks were hurting my knees, I kept imagining that I could hear people coming. So we stopped.

Lisa and compliments.

Lisa came over yesterday and we fucked. We have a running joke that we have to keep meeting up and having sex until we get it right, and so after every session we have a little mock-discussion about how it was good but that there's still some way to go, there are still areas for improvement and whatnot. But it really was superb.

Afterwards we lay in bed for a while, then got some lunch and went down to the little park by the harbour and ate and then lay on the grass in the sunshine. Sydney, for all its crassness and corruption and sheer incompetence, is breathtakingly beautiful if you happen to live in one of the nice bits. As I do.

She said I don't take compliments at all well. And I know, too, that the fact that I don't compliment her much seems to annoy her. (Oona once took me to task for never saying that she looked nice, but the reality was that she just didn't look nice and I can't just say stuff for the sake of it.) My issue with Lisa and compliments is, I think, that I'm always a bit worried that she's getting too attached, and so when she says something nice about me it makes me squirm a little.

Search.

I just discovered, by looking through the traffic on this blog, that if you type "pissed on my cock" into google (with the quote marks), mine's the second listing. Whahey!

It's this one.

How am I doing?

I know people read this; I have eyes in the back of my head. I even know where some of you are. And how often you come here.

And while a large part of why I do this is as a journal, my own record, I'm also keen to hear from you. So don't be shy. Leave a comment. Or email me if you like.

Lunch with Lisa

Lisa and I had had a bit of a fuck-fest sheduled for Tuesday but when I told her I was unwell she insisted on taking me out for lunch (there's a pattern emerging here; one I rather like). She picked me up and we went off to a suburb in the inner west. We had lunch at a hole-in-the-wall vietnamese restaurant (pho tai nam for me, 9/10) and we talked about sex and food and money.

Apart from me she has one or two other casual sex partners (which reassures me; I'm always concerned she's getting a bit attached. But if she's married and fucking 2 or 3 other guys from time to time I figure that's less of an issue) and she's working on a plan to have us all over to her place one night when her husband's away in early August. She's very keen to have 4 or 5 men fucking her but she wants - not unreasonably - to make sure that they're all the sort of men who she'd be happy fucking, and who would understand the situation. On the way back we stopped at her house for a moment, and her dog was all over me. And people wonder why I don't like pets..

After this lunching and talking and driving around I was starting to feel exhausted (remember.. I have this lung thing. Which the doctor assures me isn't remotely serious and will go away. The doctor said I look very healthy, and I was wondering, not for the first time, whether he was cruising me). As she drove me home Lisa said something about how for her it's really important to have an emotional connection with the people she sleeps with, and that I'm the only one she feels like she has that with, and that the sex is amazing. And while I was a little flattered I was also slightly freaking out, especially when she turned to look at me like it was my turn to say something.

Lunch with Sarah.

On the weekend I came down with some sort of viral thing where my lungs are really sore and I'm tired but I'm otherwise fine. I was supposed to be fucking Sarah on Monday morning and when I told her I wasn't up for it we decided to have lunch instead, which was lovely. Then, as we were walking back to her car, two men in a white van shouted at us. Or rather, at her. The driver was a handsome man around 20 with a strangely familiar face and was, as she told me later, her son.

Fortunately they didn't stop, they just shouted and kept going. She was quiet afterwards. Then she figured out that she wasn't busted - she goes out for lunch a lot with people, it's her job, more or less. I remind you, readers, for about the thousandth time that she's married.

At lunch she ran an idea past me. She's on a BDSM website (which is, now I remember, where I met her) and she's been chatting with a guy who's a Dom but who has confided to her that he even though he's completely straight and has never done anything with a guy, he has these fantasies about being made to suck a guy's cock, or be fucked, while a woman is watching. Or supervising.

Well of course she immediately thought of me.

We talked a bit about how this might work. Some variation on good cop/bad cop, I suspect. With her bringing him up to my place for me to sort him out. I think it'd be more fun if she's a bit pushy and I'm more a patient, good cop. Any suggestions? He's seen a picture of me and is, apparently, quite keen.

We're trying to schedule this. She's married. He's married. I have commitments. We will find a way! What's interesting about this is that the raunch, the oomph, has slowly drained out of our little arrangement. I actually enjoy lying in bed with her after sex more than the actual sex itself and I sometimes wonder if she feels the same way. I feel slightly awkard talking about sex with her now as our relationship has veered closer to being a social one, and when I was describing a recent encounter to her (we tell all.. it's fun) I found myself reluctant - and slightly embarrassed - to use the word 'cock'. This is a bad sign.

But as we discussed how we could play it with this guy, we got quite animated and the discussion became quite.. raunchy. She made a special request: we'll do this thing with this guy, but then once he's left I have to fuck her immediately.

Date Girl

I bet you can hardly sleep for wondering about that woman I messaged last week, the one I was worried might be a bit too date-y. We met for a drink on Monday night and she told me that she's looking for a man who she can rely on to fuck her about once a week. Fair enough, I thought. She's not at all date-y, but english is her second language, which maybe explains the tone of her first message. (She's from eastern europe originally. Strong accent. Blonde. Mid30s, decent-looking. An academic.)

She came over tonight. We had a bottle of wine (in my case, about a mouthful. I hardly drink). We had something to eat. She asked if I had any toys or gear, and I reluctantly admitted that I did, in fact, have a good blindfold, some handcuffs, ropes and wrist and ankle restraints and whatnot - what Sam used to refer to as my mountaineering gear - and she was very keen to try all this out. It'd been quite a while for me. I blindfolded her, played with her a bit. Then fucked her and did quite a good job of it even if I do say so myself.

She wants to do it again on Wednesday.

Lisa and the cucumber.

Lisa came over on Tuesday morning around 10ish. She brought with her her usual toys and a cucumber and a carrot. I liked this so much that I used my clumsy webcam to video part of the action, where we were working on her pussy with the cucumber. I put it on xtube and it's been seen by 8,000 people.. and counting. Amazing. The video makes her look fat; she's not.

She's exquisite.

I'm finally back after two weeks away and I had coffee with Claire yesterday. She really is the most exquisitely beautiful woman I've ever met. I thought so from the very first second I met her.

Walks on the beach.

I sent a message to a woman on an adult site I'm on. She sounded ok and wasn't too far away from where I live. Her profile did sound a bit date-y, it even had this in it: "However, I may enjoy a nice conversation tete-a-tete over a glass of vine or a short / long walk on the beach". The walk-on-the-beach thing is a particular concern. I expect she also likes Robbie Williams. Or, even worse, "all kinds of music (except country and rap)". Normally I wouldn't message someone with this much date-content but she'd sent me a wink so I figured she was interested. And my profile is very short and pretty much says I'm just looking to meet interesting women for sex, and then I've ticked all the boxes for stuff I like (which does tend to put them off a bit, if they're squeamish).

The message I sent was fairly brief, as you'd expect. And I got a response:

Ok...so you are down-to-business type of guy. Well, let me think - yes, we could meet for a coffee and chit-chat....

I also would like to get a little bit more info about you, i.e. why [this adult site]?. I mean if you are all that - "well-travelled, literate, imaginative" you shouldn't have problems getting a girl if you live in Sydney for some time and have your circle of friends.

Also who do you expect to meet? What frequency? What kind of fun?

None of these are silly questions, really, but it's put me on the back foot. I've responded as best I could, trying not to sound too defensive and have then, of course, posed the question back to her. It's pretty clear what I'm doing on an adult site, after all.

Abort mission!

I was supposed to be meeting up last night with a woman who lives not far from here, who I'd met on an adult site and had been chatting with quite a bit. But I had a feeling it wasn't going to happen. She's one of those people who's very keen to meet until you actually try to have a discussion about where and when.

She'd said sometime this week would be fine when we'd spoken last week, but showed no sign of wanting to make it any more specific (she did, however, give me her phone number). So I suggested Tuesday and she said that would be fine. I do notice, however, that it's up to me to drive this whole thing which makes me suspect her heart's really not in it. In which case it'd save us some time if she just said so. I don't like being thought of as pushy.

I was talking about this with my neighbor the other day (and in just this context). My thinking is that if people really do want to meet it's actually very straightforward. So if someone sounds interesting and interested, but hasn't met within, say, two week it can only mean that they just don't want to. She agreed. Men do it to her, apparently. Which I just don't understand. She's hot, she's fun and she's on an 'adult' site. Maybe she sounds too good to be true. But I digress...

So I had a babysitter organised and was a bit edgy. About lunchtime she texted me to say it wasn't going to work that day (for a reason that actually made some sense, strangely enough). What to do? I couldn't cancel the babysitter.

I went on a gay site and was messaged by a guy who sounded pretty interesting and I said I'd be over at his place a bit after 7. Which I did. We sat around chatting for a few minutes, he gave me a beer. The face pic he'd sent me was grainy and I thought there was a half-decent chance that it'd been taken 20 years ago but it wasn't. He was easy to talk to and quite presentable.. at least until he got his pants off.

Here's the situation. I'm in this guy's living-room. We've chatted a bit, we've had a beer. We're now both naked from the waist down and about to start having some fun and I've noticed that his scrotum is unnaturally large. The size of a large grapefruit, and hard and tight. My mind's racing, trying to sort all this out. If I'm meeting someone for a bit of casual fucking I don't like any loose ends. I like to understand what they're up to and I get uncomfortable otherwise. I think I wanted him to explain his unfeasibly large balls. I said something to the effect that he had an unusually large ballsack and he said nothing.

So my mind tried to fill in the gaps. A disease? Or, more likely, saline? The one thing I do know is that my cock was adamantly un-hard and I knew that I was going to have to extricate myself from the situation. I so hate doing this, it seems so impolite. But once my cock's made that decision (it says "you can do this, but you'll be on your own") the die's cast. So I put my hand on his shoulder and said "Pete, sorry, this really isn't going to work for me". And we both got dressed, chatting a bit as we did so to cover what would otherwise be a very embarassed silence and he let me out and I drove home.

Busy week.

Monday afternoon Lisa picked me up and we drove a couple of hours down the coast to a regional city. She was doing down there for some corporate training thing and she'd told her husband she was going down the evening before so she'd be nice and fresh for the first day. My encounters with Lisa have mostly been an hour or so here and there, which I rather like, but we'd also had pretty much a whole evening in a hotel room with some champagne, food and ecstasy and that had gone very well so we were looking for another opportunity.

I worry about Lisa. Or rather, I worry about Lisa and me. Her marriage is very rocky. She and I get on very well. She teases me sometimes about how she's never allowed to use the word 'love' around me. She compliments me, then watches as I struggle to say something back that strikes the right balance between being charming and distant.

We checked into the hotel and had dinner. I noticed that I was much more at ease around her - the same thing happened when we spent that lovely evening in a hotel room a month ago too. Maybe it's being out of our usual environment that makes me relaxed; I'm no longer trying to manage the Lisa-and-me situation, I'm just enjoying it for what it is. I told her a story over dinner that made her laugh so hard that the whole restaurant went eerily quiet. She even snorted.

Then back to the hotel room. Some champagne, some ecstasy. Some sex. There was one moment there where I found that I was having the most intensely erotic experience of my life. I told her. She said at one point that she'd completely surrendered to me. After we'd finished she said I was the best lover she'd ever had, which I was quite chuffed about. And there's something in that - these two hotel sessions with her had an intensity I'd never really imagined.

She loves being fucked in the ass. I pointed out that gay men (which I am, sometimes) know a hell of a lot about anal sex, and that if I was in a hotel room being fucked in the ass by a nice man I'd want to be huffing poppers. So I introduced her to the joy of anal sex on poppers, which she now loves.

The next day, I flew down to Melbourne where I'll be for the next couple of days. And normally I wouldn't get up to anything fun in Melbourne (certainly not with women) but I'd had a bit of luck with a contact... a referral.

Huh? A gay friend of mine had mentioned me to his boss, who's a married woman in her 30s. She likes to fuck around a bit but has problems finding guys who are sensible and available and who understand that a quick lunchtime fuck with a married woman - even if it's repeated a few times - is only just that: a quick lunchtime fuck. He showed her my picture on my gaydar profile and she recognised me! She'd seen my face on some straight site. He asked me if he could pass on my details and I was, of course, delighted.

She and I have been messaging back and forth a bit, and we met up Thursday lunchtime in an agreeably seedy hotel. I'd told her to leave the door unlocked and to be facing away from the door, fully-dressed but with no shoes on. You might recognise the no-shoes thing as a bit of a pattern and be wondering whether I have a foot fetish. I don't. But for one thing, I don't like having to take a woman's shoes off becase it disrupts the flow. Also, there's a teensy bit of a control element in it. She asked if I was really sure, and helpfully pointed out that she normally would be wearing 6-inch heeled boots. All the more reason to get her in bare feet, I think. I hate that whole boots thing.

So I walked into this hotel room (and it was actually quite nice) and she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Wearing nice work clothes (she's my friend's boss after all) which I like. She's very sexy, as it turns out. And I was nicely aroused. We had a lovely time. She, it turns out, likes to be ravished. Which I was quite in the mood for.

We agreed afterwards that my friend didn't need to know we'd fucked. We'll do it again too. Lisa called me yesterday afternoon to chew the fat and I told her what I'd been up to, mostly to see what sort of reaction she'd have. She had, as it happened, just had sex with this guy Steve , who she and I have been talking about a lot as a likely candidate for our next little MMF adventure. She wants to see me fuck Steve.

Last night I went out to a concert with my ex-boyfriend Sam. He knows all about all this. When he and I were together we were both somewhere in the gray area between straight and gay. He's kept going and is pretty much completely gay (he told me once, not very regretfully, that he'd eaten his last pussy). Whereas I'm... well, a bit all over the place.

As I walked towards Sam on the street corner where we'd agreed to meet I thought, for about the thousandth time, that he's incredibly hot.

Ennui

Wednesday last week Sarah invited me to a cocktail party that was being given by some PR company in a nightclub, early evening. I went along, we had a couple of drinks, I snatched enough food off passing plates to pass for dinner, then we went back to my place and I fucked her as best I could. I wasn't particularly into it.

Then Saturday early evening Lisa came over. And, again, I wasn't particularly into it. This worries me a little - here I am on Saturday, I have a woman in may apartment. She's naked. She's up for pretty much anything I suggest... and part of me wishes I was doing something else.

But just as I start to worry (maybe this is it.. I've just lost interest in sex?) it all comes back. In the middle of all this I had a very strange but profoundly satisfying encounter with a (male) flight attendant on the Thursday. I won't go into the details.

Other neighbor, Lisa and watersports.

Years ago, when I was still married and fooling around a lot on the side with guys, I decided it would be fun to try to fool around with women as well. But how? Apart from being married to one, I really didn't know much about women. One of my colleagues told me that the secret is to find a woman in a bar or a club and talk to her for five hours. Then, he assured me, you're almost certain to plunge the tusk. Five hours? I don't have that much time for anything.

Anyway. I joined an 'adult' dating site. There was a woman on there whose profile seemed ok (she could spell and seemed quite straightforward - didn't want to be wined and dined and none of that stuff about expecting to be treated like 'a lady', which usually means they have lots of tatts and a broken nose) so I messaged her and within a day or two we were having a drink. At the opera bar. I was very nervous, I had no idea how to play it. It was, as I discovered later, her first time meeting someone from a fucking site so she was very unsure as well. So we had a drink and talked about work. She was attractive in a fairly unspectacular way but I could tell she was a bit underwhelmed.

We exchanged email addresses and then the whole thing trailed off.. never met again. I went on to meet many other women, and, as I'm now quite a bit more confident and better at pushing an agenda, I got to fuck many of them. Sometimes over and over again. (Lisa. Judith. Cathy.)

Then one day I stumbled upon her profile again. Let's call her Sue. I re-read it and thought it sounded great, and I remembered that she'd been quite attractive so I threw caution to the wind and emailed her again. We ended up chatting on msn. She told me that she'd been very nervous when we'd met, and that my being so nervous made it worse. We chatted some more. And, much to my surprise, she told me that she had many fantasies about watersports. Watersports! My favorite perversion! We discussed this at some length, she even sent me links to particular representations of it in porn that she liked.

By this stage I had moved from where I'd been living where we'd first met, and I was now (as we figured out) just around the corner from her. I've forgotten what she looks like, but she has recognized me in the street a couple of times. I suggest meeting up. She thinks about it, says maybe next week.. then backs out. Her issue is that now we're neighbors it's too risky. I can sort of understand this, but it's immensely frustrating.

Anyway. I was chatting to her the other day and I told her I'd managed to have some lovely watersports fun. She wanted the details. So this is what I sent her...

[Sue] -

My lovely friend [Lisa] came over the week before last (we see each other once or twice a month). Wednesday, lunchtime-ish, as usual. She's nice, and adventurous. Loves being fucked in the ass, which is another of my favorites. Also loves MMF situations, but that's another story.

We'd done some watersports stuff once before and she really liked it. And this day I'm talking about, she was nice and horny so I suggested it again. One thing about watersports (in my limited experience) is that you have to think about a bit about what you're going to do, and where and how. We went to the bathroom, both naked. I got her to stand in the shower, bent over at the waist about 45 degrees, hands on the shower wall. With her legs spread so I could play with her pussy and her ass.

She stood there for a little while, trying to piss for me. Of course, the problem was that I can't just leave her pussy and ass alone, I kept licking and fingering her and of course it was too distracting. I knew it was going to take a while but I'm quite happy in that situation and can keep myself busy just playing with her. Two holes.. so much to do etc.

But after couple minutes we had to re-think the whole thing (for one thing, it was too cold to stand naked in the bathroom all afternoon). So we ended up doing what we'd done first time: I lay down in the bath (with a towel underneath me for comfort) and she sort of squatted over me, her pussy just about touching the head of my cock. Well of course I couldnt resist running the head of my cock along her pussy, as I do. But I did manage to stop, and after concentrating for a minute or so she started pissing on my cock.

I was almost beside myself.. I'm seeing all this, my cock almost inside her pussy, she's pissing on my cock head. And all over my cock and balls. Lovely. Then, after she finished (which took a while, I'd texted her earlier and told her to drink lots of water) I returned the favor. She stayed squatting over my cock and I pissed as I ran my cock over her pussy lips and her ass.

I'm getting a lovely hardon as I think about it. Enjoy!

I've asked Sue for marks out of 10 for my essay. I'll update you. On a stylistic note, I don't much like the word 'pussy' but I don't want to run the risk of putting her off by using cunt.

A good seeing-to.

If you google "how to give a woman a good seeing to" (without the quote marks) the first link you come to is this blog! I only found out because I notice someone arrived here from google. And in exactly that way. This is the best news I've had all day. But then again, it's only just gone 11am.

Lisa. The Good Doctor. Claire. I think that's about all.

Lisa came over twice this week. She's been having issues with her husband, which has sort of set off alarm bells for me, but I console myself with the thought that I've never said it was about anything other than sex. And the sex, I have to say, is superb.

First time around was Wednesday morning and I was a bit distracted with work (yes, I'm working again now) but still managed to a reasonably thorough job. We lay around in bed for a while afterwards, as we do, talking. My flat's in a very urban area but when you lie in my bed (as you will, I'm sure) you can only see clear blue sky, the tops of some trees a few feet from the window, and some cheeky lorikeets cavorting in the trees. Except for the sounds of traffic and police sirens you could almost imagine yourself in some bucolic splendor. My room has pale blue walls, which I like a lot. (I didn't do that.)

I was out of town all day Thursday and got back late, but not so late that I couldn't squeeze in a little fun. My acquaintance Dr Cox was in town, and while I'd had some fun with him a couple of times over summer, we hadn't managed to catch up since. What with him being in a different city. But as luck would have it he was in Sydney on business for a day or two so I went over to his hotel room and he... well.. let's just say he gave me a very thorough exam. He had been trying to get another 'patient' as well but that had fallen through. The guy's name was Julian, so I figured he would have been a knob anyway.

Back to Lisa. I got an email from her on Friday morning. Now, when I said I did 'a reasonably thorough job' with her on Wednesday there was something I didn't do. And which she's become very used to. It's like that thing where you walk past a guy painting a fence or something, and sometimes you can't help it, you just have to say "hey mate, you missed a bit..."

She had emailed me this on Thursday night. Probably when I was in the middle of being examined by Dr Cox:

In light of potentially being out of action next week, it might be a nice idea to have my ass fucked tomorrow.
Thoughts?

I wasn't actually all that horny but I told her come over late afternoon. I figured by then I'd be able to sort her out. Which I did. We probably won't see each other next week (we both have work commitments). Which might not be a bad thing.

Oh, and I went out last night with Claire. Who, you'll be pleased to know, I'm not really in love with any more. Or not very much anyway. We saw a movie, had dinner. She asked me, as she does, when I'd last had sex and I looked at my watch and said "about three hours ago". She drove me home, and as we got in the car she said quite matter-of-factly "I love you, Trevor" (Trevor's not my name, of course. She used my real name. Which you SO don't need to know.) I said quite quietly "and I love you, Claire, I always have" and off we went.

Neighbor

I was online yesterday mid-afternoon, checking my emails on a gay site when I got a chat request. I looked at the guy's profile: early30s, nice bod, no face. Seemed ok. We started chatting. He said he was in the same neighborhood as me and was very horny and was looking for something right then - he said he was married and only had an hour.

Well, as you can imagine I found that pretty compelling. I don't generally meet up with guys one-on-one these days but if it's a married guy sneaking around with that much of a sense of urgency - and he's nearby - it's hard to resist. I asked him for a facepic and he said he couldn't send one (married.. fair enough) so I sent him mine.

He recognised me! It turns out we have coffee at the same cafe and he'd seen me a few times. Earlier than day even. And he'd thought I was hot and straight. Well, that sold me. "Come on over right now", I said, and gave him my address.

He came over. Nice guy. We fooled around. I fucked him. We had a pleasant chat. He left. All very straightforward. I expect we'll do it again. And he still didn't tell me his first name.

Now they're feeding me!

I was a bit under the weather last week; I'd had a mild cold, then just as I was getting over it I had a very late night (the highlight of which was that I slept with Claire - but it was just sleep). And as a result I got laryngitis and felt crappy most of the week.

On Wednesday though, Lisa came over. And as well as bringing her lovely compliant body and her nasty imagination, she brought over some beef stew that she'd cooked the previous night for her and her husband. It was yummy, I had it for lunch on Thursday.

Then on Saturday morning, just as I was starting to feel better, I got a text from Sarah saying that her husband was out of town and was I free that afternoon. So of course I said yes. She showed up without my usual favorite brand of dried mango, but she had instead a tub of some lovely spicy fatty pork that she'd found in the same Filipino store. I ate a little of that, fucked her, then we lay in bed for three or four hours talking.

The next day, Sunday, I had the rest of the pork for lunch. Then Judith came over on Sunday night and she brought with her a container full of lovely homemade chicken soup, a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine. In the photo above, the container on the left is Judith's. On the right is Lisa's. The container for Sarah's pork was a throw-away one.

In the middle of all this I also fucked Oona on Friday night, which was probably a mistake.

I was chatting earlier this evening with an acquaintance in Singapore (who had been very excitedly telling me that he'd had sex yesterday with a visiting American military man) who asked what I'd been up to during the week, and it occurred to me that, for someone who'd been a bit under the weather, I'd done quite well:

• fucked 4 women
• 3 of them brought me food
• 3 of them involved anal sex
• 2 of them were married
• and had that bit of a play with Joe, see the pics on previous post

Email.

I remembered that I'm on an email list for SydneyBiMen, and it occurred to me that it might be worth trolling on there for a guy to join me and and Lisa. So sent this out:
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Mid40s bi M here, in good shape. I meet up about once a week with a 35yo woman for a bit of daytime fun. She knows I'm bi and wants to have a bi MMF threesome thing. We've done this once before but he wasn't much chop.

So I'm looking for a bi guy to help out. Has to be 25-40, in good shape. Has to be cut. Has to be able to string a sentence together. And (this is important) has to be able to be free daytimes (mid-morning, maybe lunchtime) once in a while given a bit of notice. Location is inner east. Please don't message me if you're too far away.

I have face and body pics of myself which I'm happy to share. I have pics of her which I'm quite a bit more careful about. You have to have a couple of pics of your face to make this work.

I'm trying to state this all as clearly as possible. Please don't message me if you live in Parramatta and are uncut, can only meet on Tuesday evenings and don't have a facepic.

If I don't respond to your email, you can take that as a 'no'. Sorry to sound like a dick about it, but it's easier this way.

I don't expect any joy from this but I did have a lot of fun writing it. The picture above, by the way, is me and some guy I met on Friday morning. Married, bi, early 30s, great body. But somehow... no real sizzle (although the pic does suggest that we got on pretty well anyway). I find that one-on-one meets with guys these days leave me a bit cold.

Get back to work.

Lisa's very keen to have another MMF thingy, but this time with a guy who really is bi. So I put an ad up on Craigslist to see what would happen and within about 2 minutes I got a response. And what was particularly interesting was that the guy's email address was something like...

john.smith@somebigbank.com (a real bank, and a real name)

So I googled him! And then emailed him "Sounds great. I suggest you don't use your work email for this. I'm a shareholder and former employee. " Which is true!

Animal

I met a nice young woman who has since her teens had fantasies about being a sex toy for a nice but perverted older man. Which would be me, of course. She's now around 30, so when I say 'young woman' it's all relative. I was chatting with her yesterday on msn and it was all going well (we have surprisingly similar ideas) and then she said to me:

if you were an animal, what sort of animal would you be?

This threw me for a while, as you can imagine. She told me that her last two lovers had been, respectively, a lion and a dragon. I asked her as politely as I could whether she'd pointed out to the second guy that a dragon isn't a real animal and she said it didn't really matter. She said she was an animist and that someone's choice of animal revealed a lot about their personality.

I bought a little time for myself by saying that I grew up on a farm and had had quite enough of animals - this perhaps explains why I'm happiest in densely-populated urban areas, and even here in Australia where there's about a hundred square miles per person I've chosen to live in the densest part of it.

Then I just decided to go with it, and said that a lion was a pretty good one. What with the male lion just lazing about looking grand, the lionesses doing all the work. All the male lion has to do is eat and have sex. I am, I reminded her, very lazy.

This seemed to work for a while. Then, half an hour later as I was walking into the city to meet my new friend Joe (about whom more later) I texted her saying that maybe a silverback gorilla was better for me. Lion, after all, isn't original. Also, a gorilla has opposable thumbs. That seemed to satisfy her.

Fantasist.

Last week I was in Melbourne all week (I had a friend coming up to Sydney, so we swapped) and it was very agreeable. I got a chance to catch up with some friends. At one point I was sitting in a cafe in Chapel St with a woman I had a huge crush on when I was 16 and by a remarkable coincidence a friend of hers walked past, saw us and joined us. And, predictably, I had had an even huger crush on the friend when I was 16. It was that sort of week.

On the Monday I drove my friend's manual (!?!) car over to the other side of the city to meet a guy I'd been chatting with for a day or two on gaydar. He was about 50 and judging by his pics was reasonably attractive and what appealed to me about him was that he was just very straightforward. He likes being in charge, he likes to fuck. And I was in that sort of mood. Not lets meet up for coffee and chat to see if we get on (so often a passion-killer), it was more like walk in the door, clothes off and do what you're told. Which is, of course, what I often like to do with women.

And it was great fun, but I'll spare you the details. I sometimes think I like the idea of being fucked a lot more than I like actually being fucked, but I did pretty well. Then, after we were dressed we chatted a little. And in the 15 or 20 minutes we chatted he must have told me at least half a dozen times that he'd been on the global management team of [large manufacturer of telecoms equipment] and that he'd been a dancer and a professional motorcycle racer and a few other things and I couldn't help thinking that for someone so accomplished he lived in a remarkably crappy house. It unnerves me when people bullshit too much, but he was an IT guy and it was all a bit Walter Mitty-ish and pretty harmless. For the first few minutes we chatted I quite liked him but then I got slightly creeped out.

Pervert.

Lisa gave me a birthday card which said, in part "... happy birthday to the sexiest middle-aged pervert I know".

I love that.

Real Estate.

I'd been chatting a while with a guy, let's call him Adam, about having some fun with his wife. And today we finally made it work.

I was at home mid-morning, as I often am. There was a knock on the door, I opened it. There was Adam and his wife. I'd never met them before and I was agreeably surprised. Both late 40s. He's about 5'8" with a very masculine, friendly face and a very matter-of-fact mien which I quite liked. She's almost six feet tall, dark-haired, attractive. She thought they'd come to look at my apartment as a real estate investment.

Adam and I had set this up. He'd assured me that she loved this sort of thing - she would go into what he called slut-mode and so long as I agreed to obey their rules (I wasn't allowed to kiss her, for example) he and I could do all sorts of things with her. I asked about a few things I like to do and he said that she'd do whatever we asked. This concerned me, so I pushed a bit. "What if I ask her to do something that's she really doesn't like, can she say no?" and he said that yes, she did indeed have free will. Otherwise it would creep me out somewhat.

Anyway. Once they came into my apartment and asked a couple questions about the place, I handed her a piece of paper which had written on it "Slut - go into the corner. Take your underwear off. Show us your ass and cunt.". She read this and then gave him a look which spoke volumes. It was that look someone has when they're told that they're on candid camera, but twinged with affectionate spousal annoyance and a bit of sexual excitement as well. He told me later that they'd been a couple for 25 years. And it showed, in a good way.

So she went into the corner, hiked her skirt up, her panties down and did indeed show us the goods. I made a cup of tea for Adam and me and we chatted a bit between ourselves. Then we got to work fucking her. He had a lovely thick cut cock and I had to remind myself more than once that (for the purposes of this little adventure) I'm 100% straight.

Then, after we'd all cleaned up I made her a cup of tea as well and we sat around chatting. They said that until about a year ago they'd never done anything like that, but that she loved it and he loved facilitating. Then they went off very happily to have lunch.