There wasn't a hope in hell!

So much for keeping my mouth and legs shut! That didn't work out too well for me though, to be fair, I simply revisited some old "friends". I had a bet going with Royal Marine Guy that I wouldn't touch the DDS for the whole time Daniel was away. For those who don't know what that means, it stands for "Drink, Drugs and Sex". So how'd I do?

Abysmally! I managed till Friday last week but a pal's leaving do at work put paid to my self-grown halo. The Drink got me, The Drugs got me (though I'm now starting to think that maybe a joint doesn't count ...) but I managed quite well on The Sex. A drunken kiss and fumble does not a sexual encounter make!

So, by Friday night, the scores were as follows:

Royal Marine Guy - 2.5 : Citygal - 0

(apparently, a kiss and a fumble counts as 0.5 ...)

The Sex got me on Saturday when I innocently suggested meeting up with Mark for a drink. We went to a great bar called Loungelover in east London. What kept me amused the whole evening was some guy blatantly trying (and, at the same time, failing) to flirt with Mark who, at one point, bent over so low that his trousers left nothing to the imagination! Tres hilarious! Aaanyway, somehow I ended up back at Mark's place and ... you know the rest. This time I stayed over which I really really NEVER do! A combination of pleasant exhaustion and not wanting to go back to an empty house and an empty bed, methinks.

So, by Sunday morning, the scores were as follows:

Royal Marine Guy - 4 : Citygal - 0

(yes, sex with Mark counted as a definitive 1.5 ...!)

The Sex almost got me (again!) on Monday night when I agreed to meet up with a guy I'd exchanged emails with on AdultFriendFinder - as he was Irish, I'll go with stereotypes and call him Patrick*. Patrick, would you believe it, sent me a really cute, obviously posed pic. Nothing wrong with that, though I figured him being 35, the pic must have been taken a fair while back. Again, nothing wrong with that, except that an hour before we were due to meet up, a message popped up on my phone from Patrick entitled "A more recent pic ...". Let's just say the person in this pic bore absolutely no relation to the person in the first. And you guys think it's only us girls that lie! Still kept up our "date" at my local pub. Why? Because the real pic wasn't half bad. But by then I'd already decided that nothing was going to happen. There's nothing I hate more than being misled! Sent him an email to that effect after our "date" to which he responded that ... oh fuck it, I'll just paste the email below:

Hi xxxxxx
You don't do texts??? It would have been easier than logging on to this site! Well your formula for ending things remains the same, the Adult FriendFinder route, lol.
There are reasons for most things and I did explain my reasons, which were legitimate in my view and I've no regrets. I'm not ashamed of what I look like at all, my dimple is enough, lol.. its the site thing, if I'd had an email addy or phone number then you would have got the 2nd photo first [ed - he could have sent the real picture to my email inbox on AFF from the start so no excuse!]. You were not misled and you are more than capable of saying no to a meet before I got on a train. Misled is Mr short,fat and married with a beard turnig up!
Did enjoy meeting you and making you laugh so again, no regrets, not sure if I would have slept with you though, which is why I was not even going to be cheeky and suggest going home with you the other night. Not that you aren't attractive, more the contrary, your the sort I would fall for totally.
Take care and hope you find some happiness, you don't strike me as someone very happy, and thanks for indulging my stories and yarns.
Yesterday I thought of watching a xxxxxxx movie with you and we both laughing...of all things, rather than me thinking of you standing there wearing nothing but heels and baby oil...that is a huge compliment by the way.....like I say, there are reasons for things happening or in this case not happening.
Glad you got home safe anyway x

You get the gist ....

But don't worry, the week did end on a positive note. Met up with Royal Marine Guy for a meal [again, at my local] on Wednesday. The poor staff there must think I'm such a _____ (you fill in the blank!). After the meal, we got ourselves a room at a local hotel and ... again, you know the rest.

So, by Thursday morning, the scores were as follows:

Royal Marine Guy - 4.5 : Citygal - 0

(RMG gets half a point deducted for scoring an own goal!)

Exhausting week, n'est-ce pas? It's been tiring enough typing it all! So now, I'm off to enjoy the weekend with Daniel. Enjoy your weekend(s)! x

Absinthe-ing in Clapham

Finally decided to get off my lazy butt and get out of the house for a bit. Went to a pal's house party in Clapham where we proceeded to do see just how much absinthe we could handle. You'll be pleased to know that I came second. You won't be pleased to know that I now have a raging hangover (feels like a meat cleaver continuously slicing into my brain matter!).

As is usually the case, where there's alcohol, there's sex. Sex this time came in the form of the absinthe winner Joshua* - lovely guy I've met on a few occasions, but I just never bit the bullet. Well, this time, I bit the bullet and much more! Felt rather wrong though - he's just so sweet and unassuming, and I initially felt like I was taking advantage of him being drunk et al. Fat chance of that! He's a dirty little f*cker (pardon my French!)! There are some people that say, show me how a person has sex and I'll tell you who they are (ok, fine, not some people - me!!). Joshua's carnal behaviour last night DOES NOT translate into the reality of what you see in real time, which just makes it all the more shocking. No, I am not going into salacious details as my head is still reeling (and no, that's not just the alcohol!) . Let's just say certain objects and actions were involved that would make Ron Jeremy blush and convert to Buddhism ...

Embarrassed I might be, but God, I'm SO glad I abolished the one-time rule!!!!

PS - I know my "Prize Picks of the Day" have been a little thin on the ground. Craigslist has been unusually quiet ... (but we all know that will change!)

I need to get some fucking sleep!!

Went out for a party last night for a website called www.beautifulpeople.net. For those who aren't in the know, it's a dating site where you upload your face picture and the current members get to vote you in or out depending on how beautiful they think you are. Votes range from "Yes! Certainly!!" to "No! Not at all". I know, it sounds naff, doesn't it? lol. I joined up in April 2005 when it first started in the UK (of course I got voted in!!!) and had a blast of a summer with the crazy people I met on there. One memorable "party" involved taking a bouncy castle, ice-cream machine, lots of weed and even more alcohol to Hampstead Heath. We did get our fair share of disapproving tuts from the matriarchal elite who pass through there with their Third-World-looking starving chihuahuas. We all also ended up having sex (lots of sex!!) with each other - one-on-one, boy-girl, boy-boy, girl-girl, girl-girl-boy, girl-boy-girl, boy-girl-boy, boy-boy-girl-boy-girl-girl etc. If I'd drawn a map/chart, it would have looked like a spider's web woven whilst good old spidey was on crystal meth.

Annnyway - the party last night was held at Mahiki which, as everyone knows, is one of the "high end" clubs, frequented by celebrities, royalty and your stereotypical Euro-trash, that is no more than a glorified cattle market. I decided to go pretty last minute but got there in good time to bump into Tom* - one of my boy-girl-girl flings from the heady days of 2005. Tom's a very odd guy - no, seriously, extremely odd. He's got the strongest Scottish brogue I've ever heard so you can't understand a fucking word of what he's saying but then you kind of get lost looking at the physical "perfection" he embodies and, suddenly, verbal communication doesn't seem to be all that important any more. But no, this isn't about Tom - sure, we exchanged numbers again and mumbled vague suggestions about going to another party later that night together, but it pretty much ended there. You see, Tom, as beautiful as he is, has a certain problem referred to as "coke dick" - you know, when a guy's had so much fucking coke that his member can't do more than wilt sadly, no matter how hard you try to coax it into something a bit more, erm, "substantial". So no Tom action.

I did, however, start chatting to a guy I thought was Tom's friend who I later found out had only just met Tom at the bar earlier in the evening. Harry* - smart clued up air-force guy, 41, divorced, two kids, tall (very tall!) with yummy hazel eyes. When Tom et al decided to go on to a house party elsewhere, Harry and I decided to stick it out for a bit longer. We got chatting politics and one drink led to another ... To be fair, Harry was a perfect gentleman who walked me to Victoria to catch my train - AFTER he somehow managed to guide/lure me into his flat nearby with heavenly promises of food (actual food!) - pitta bread, humous, cherry tomatoes and fresh watercress (drooling even now). I never did get to finish the food - I somehow ended up naked in Harry's bed with him giving me an all over massage that felt bloody marvellous. Then followed six hours of really intense, really sweaty sex. His oral skills couldn't be faulted (tres enthusiastic) and I think I managed to lose count of how many fingers he had. It could have been ten, could have been fifty - all I know is that they were all over, everywhere. The only thing I could possibly fault is the taste of his cum (yes, I swallow - unless it really is nigh on impossible to do so without being sick!) - what is it with healthy guys on great diets who have the most bitter tasting stuff emanating from their dicks?! Very odd. But then again, that's one fault out of a series of faultless sessions of sex.

One interesting thing he said to me - when he first laid eyes on me in the club and spoke to me, he thought I was a butter-wouldn't-melt kinda girl. Why do all the men I end up shagging think this? Do I give off some kind of Virgin Mary vibe? I don't mind, not really - it's just that think of all the other cute guys (and girls!) I could have ended up shagging if only they realised that my posh-lady act was a front in the real world for a really debased, depraved, roving sexuality. I think I might have to get a tshirt that says, "Totally fuckable, and yes, "butter" would definitely melt and dribble down this posh girl's chin". Silly, but it might do the trick :)

I finally left Harry's at 7 a.m. this morning exhausted and happy. Which starts to beg the question- what am I doing up writing about this when I should be catching up on some well-deserved shut eye?! A perfectly reasonable question, the answer to which is that I've been masturbating pretty much non-stop since I got home. Yes, slutty and crazy - a great combination :)

PS - I never did get Harry's number. Or his last name. I can't even remember his address (that's how dazed and confused I was when I left!). Chances are I'm never going to see or speak to him ever again - a true and proper one night stand with a complete and total stranger. Probably for the best though - that'll be a great way of sticking to my "one-time" rule ...

Pleasant surprise ...

Met up with Royal Marine guy (RM) yesterday afternoon at London Bridge and was pleasantly surprised. I'm like your average civilian - we all think soldier type people are a bit on the dim side (or maybe that's just me?) Anyway, we got on quite well, and had a looooong discussion about the Iraq war (casual sex and intelligent conversation make a great combination lol). We parted ways three hours and four rounds later - I tend not to make a habit of sleeping with people the very day I meet them.

Turns out that rule didn't work out too well yesterday. Got home, and came to my senses. I mean, Daniel's away, the house was empty, Tim Henman was losing YET again, and I was faced with an evening of nothing - why put myself through that when there was a willing partner in crime less than an hour away?! So called up RM and went over to his place. I got there at 10.30 p.m. and didn't leave till 6.00 a.m. this morning. Actually, that's not entirely accurate - I was MEANT to leave at 6.00 a.m. - got up, started getting dressed, then got pulled back and stripped down again! lol. Not divulging too many details; suffice to say that we broke the bed - literally! - and I left exhausted and happy. Oh, and I'm totally convinced that there's some sort of oral revolution going on - men are suddenly a lot less selfish and a lot more giving. Whatever it is, I'm not complaining! Long may it live!!!

Off for now. Am yet to get any proper sleep so feel a bit on the weird side. Maybe I'll put a bit more down when I'm a bit more alive :)

German, Swedish and Hotness all rolled into one! Pt II

Finally met up with Mark* on Wednesday. All I can say is, oh my God! I hardly ever use the word "beautiful" to describe a guy, but I shall have to make an exception in this case. Tall, floppy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and the nicest smile I've seen in a long while. We met in front of Temple tube station and went out for a drink at a bar just off the Strand. I don't think I stopped staring at him the two hours we were there. Nothing happened (though, Lord knows, I was scanning through a list of the nearest hotels in my mind), but we did decide to meet up again.

And we did. Friday night in Covent Garden. It was a bit of a spontaneous one (or at least, that's what HE thinks!). We went back to his sometime after midnight and, I have to say, the next four and a half hours were the most amazing and intense I've experienced in a long while. He's most definitely a giver - oral sex was never so good (or prolonged!) I've got tingles running down my spine just remembering everything we did. Oh, and can I just say: alternating between one's warm tongue and ice on a woman's clit will drive her crazy! Or at least, it did me!

My only problem? I can't stop thinking about it (and him!) I've pretty much masturbated myself awake and to sleep (and everything in between) since then! This poses a bit of a dilemma. My head's telling me that continuing to meet up with him would be a bad and dangerous idea (sex that great can only get more and more addictive!) Why is this a bad thing? Well, I've never had sex like that with anyone other than Daniel, and there's always a far and distant danger of indulging oneself with one person at the expense of the other, the latter usually being one's long-term partner! Or so most people tell me ....

Maybe I'm just getting ahead of myself. Mark's made it very clear that he wants to meet up again. And no, before you start wondering, he's only looking for no strings sex, nothing more. So am I. But good sex (sorry, amazing sex!) can't ever truly come with no strings, can it? I'll just have to see how it goes ... (and keep recharging my vibrator batteries in the meantime!)

* all names have been changed to protect the guilty

Dinner and an unforgettable night out

I've only just recovered from what proved to be an eventful Fever Open House. It was held in a gorgeous riverside bar in Chelsea and the partner (Daniel*) and I got to have dinner in the yummy restaurant below. There were other couples having dinner as well and we had massive fun trying to guess which ones would later be proceeding to the private upstairs bar and sneaking glances towards the stairs to check out those who weren't in the mood for dinner being enthusiastically led upstairs.

All in all, it wasn't a bad night. By the time we were done with dinner and went up, there were close to 150 people already there, all extremely attractive. Having gone to the previous Open House in central London sans the partner (who was away on business), I recognized a couple who had also been there and spent a while chatting with them. However, Daniel gave me a nudge - our signal that he wasn't "interested" - and we made our excuses and sidled away towards the bar.

After introducing ourselves to a few others, we got chatting to a couple, Jon* and Lisa*, that had also been downstairs in the restaurant and ended up hanging with them most of the evening. The attraction was fairly mutual. I confess that I did have A LOT to drink and there are a few gaps in my memory. Suffice to say, I still have a clear image in my head of going down on Lisa in a "romantically lit" toilet cubicle some hours into the night.

Things got pretty heavy as the night wore on. At one point, there were numerous couples engaging in oral sex which pretty soon progressed to full unashamedly loud sex (doggy-style seemed to be rather popular). Being the voyeur that I am, I contented myself with watching till it got too much (or rather, till I got too horny). We'd already agreed to go back to Jon and Lisa's hotel room, so we got our coats, ran off and grabbed the first taxi available.

What was the sex like? Brilliant!!! Lots (and lots and lots) of rough sex (I did say I liked it!), oral and anal play, toys included. At one point, I was sucking off Jon with Lisa's face buried in my pussy whilst Daniel fucked her from behind. Hours later, we were completely spent (and, dare I say it, contentedly sore). I'm not one for staying the night, so Daniel and I eventually ordered a taxi home.

I have to say, I'm still tingling remembering it all. Jon and Lisa did extend an invitation to a swingers party they're having in the middle of May. Unfortunately, we can't go as we've got family coming to stay over. I also have no idea when the next "proper" Fever party is but all I can say is, providing we're free, we'll be the first to sign up!!

*all names have been changed to protect the guilty

Keep on swinging!

I know I've been away for a while. It's been rather hectic at work and the "bosses" are giving me hell. To be honest, even my colleagues have been less than lovely lately. Everyone's stressed and tired out. Even the sunshine's done little to alleviate the dark cloud in the office. Ah well, it can only go up from here (fingers crossed!)

I haven't met anyone on CL for a while. The partner and I decided to get our "swing" on and had a great meet with a couple last weekend we met on AdultFriendFinder. We also got to try our local pub for the very first time [which has recently gone all "gastro" on us]. It's lovely and has got a huge beer patio out back. I should probably mention the cute barman with the blue eyes and a rather painful looking tattoo extending all the way down his left arm. I normally don't go for tattoos but I might make an exception in this case ...

Back to the couple, S* and D*. We had a chilled out drink in the pub before making our way to a hotel. You'll all be pleased to know that I got my very first compliment from S* at how good I am at ... ahem ... "lady love". Although I've had sex with a fair few women (both with the partner and solo), I have to confess I'm more straight than bi. Apparently, there's a word for this - "heteroflexible" [they seem to have words for everything these days ! ] The other half simply says it's because I "love dick too much". I must have a word with him about that unacceptable language ...

D* was ok. He looked a lot better in person than he did in their pictures online and had a great smile. The only issue I had was he came way too quickly. Seriously! Two licks and a suck, and it was all over - in my mouth, I should add. Thank god he didn't taste funky (to be fair, his is probably one of the nicest I've tasted and that's saying a lot! There are some really "funky-tasting" guys out there!). Maybe I should just take that as another compliment at just how good I am at "man love" - or "sucking dick", as the other half would say.

I keep learning so much from our swinging experiences but the best lesson I've learned (and keep learning) is that I'm a lucky girl - my partner definitely isn't lacking in the size department! And, despite what some women tell you, size DOES matter! Especially when you're into rough hard sex like I am :)

Well, that's it on the swinging for now. We're meant to be going to a Fever Open House later this week, and I just might let you know how that goes ....

*all names have been changed to protect the guilty

Paul* - October 2005 (Part Deux ... or is it?)

I got an email from Paul* last week. Considering I haven't seen, spoken to or emailed him since the last time we met up [close on two years ago], it was a bit of a surprise. Actually, it wasn't - you'd be amazed how persistent men can be, even if it is sporadic. (An example - I had great sessions of phone and cam sex with a guy in Sweden I met on IRC in early 2004. He still emails me to this very day, even though I haven't spoken to him since April 2004. For all he knows, I could be dead, but he STILL keeps trying! Admirable, sad, or just plain stalker-crazy - you decide.)

Anyway, I know I said I wouldn't meet up with him again, but temptation keeps rearing its ugly head - that, or just boredom with a splash of curiosity - but I must remember to keep my recent vow regarding attached men. Somehow, I think I'll be maintaining the status quo ...

*all names have been changed to protect the guilty

Craig* - March 2007

As I mentioned in my previous post, I met up with Craig* after he responded to my most recent post on CL. He was one of those kind enough to send a picture with his initial email. Lovely smile, albeit slightly cheesy (which he himself readily acknowledged).

We met up at Pagliacci on Kingsway [near Holborn]. As you can imagine, mistakes are easily made when meeting up with someone whom you've never seen before. And, no matter what some men say, pictures can (and do!) lie on a regular basis! Well, Craig's picture told the God honest truth (to be quite fair, his picture didn't do him justice). Not terribly tall, but a very cute face and the smile looked more pleasing and less cheesy in person. And he was all of 25! [My Daddy issues are dissipating!] Mid-conversation, I was wondering just how soon we would end up in bed together when - horror of horrors - he admitted he had a girlfriend! Yes, yes, I can hear you all screaming, "well, that's never bothered you before!", but hey, people change! Think of it as one of my numerous New Year resolutions .... [one of which I ended up breaking on the stroke of midnight at a swingers' club in Paris ... :)]

So no, I didn't take things further, though Lord knows I wanted to. We were in the bar for all of three hours, but it didn't feel like it, we got on that well. Amongst other things, we swapped horror stories (sexual and non-sexual) and I got a peek at his girlfriend's picture, a drop dead gorgeous Scandinavian who was apparently away on holiday in Asia for a month. You know, sometimes I just can't understand why men who end up with stunners jeopardize that with sordid thrills. It makes absolutely no sense to me [but then again, I'm not a man.]

Craig*, if you're reading this - my offer still stands. Call me if and when you end up single or, failing that, if you AND your girlfriend would like to play [What can I say? I'm greedy!]

Result: no sex (not even a kiss, I was being that pious!)
Contact: further contact a definite (and much desired!!) possibility ....

*all names have been changed to protect the guilty

Cary* - October 2005

Yet another response to my CL post. Cary* was a divorced ex-partner of a City firm who had decided to branch out into other things. I still can't be entirely sure how old he is - suffice to say, he has two fully grown up children. We hit it off on email, and have been chatting ever since, though we are yet to meet. Why? I have no idea! Something always seems to come up, and I'm a tad concerned that he's a bit too old for me.

He's really entertaining though, and a bit of an unashamed promiscuous male slut - oops, sorry, "playboy", "Casanova" etc who has a penchant for younger females, it would seem. We've cultivated a rather strange repertoire where we can spend ages discussing nothing over Skype. He's given me advice on work and has even been known, on occasion, to proof read job applications I've submitted. As I said before, I have major Daddy issues!

Am I being a tease by not meeting up with him? Perhaps, but even I doubt he'd want to meet up after all this time. Build one's hopes up, and one is bound to get disappointed. Although, never say never .....

Result: no sex
Contact: no physical contact as of yet ....

*all names have been changed to protect the guilty

Paul* - October 2005

Paul* was a blondey-grey commuting "City boy" in his 40s, married with two little boys and a stay-at-home wife. Not terribly attractive, but he did have this filthy look in his eyes that I liked, kind of like the actor William Fichtner (or maybe I was just projecting!). Again, he responded to an ad I had placed and we met up for a drink at a bar on Fleet Street. This was a bit of a question-answer session along the lines of "When did you lose your virginity?", "What's the filthiest thing you've ever done?", "Have you ever been paid for sex?" etc. Just in case you were wondering, the answers to the above were "12", "a gang-bang with five guys", and "yes**".

[** I slept with a friend of my dad's who, on leaving the hotel we'd booked, placed a considerable amount money on the bedside table. I think it was hush money, though, Lord knows, he didn't have to. My father would have killed him, and then come after me! I obviously have some serious Daddy issues! lol]

Back to Paul. We decided not to take things any further and hopped in a cab to London Bridge. Black cab drivers must get the best shows on earth. There must always be people "getting to know each other better" in the back! I did get a tad put off by something Paul said, and figured I wasn't about to become some other token (?) girl, so sex at any time in the present or future was DEFINITELY out! Despite that, I still got to check out the "merchandise" in a hidden corner near London Bridge station. Let's just say, I've seen better (I'm terribly mean!). And no, I didn't suck him off, but I did get to watch him jack off (poor thing hit a spot on his lovely Italian suit! lol). I can be such a dirty little voyeur ... :D

Result: no sex
Contact: no further contact

*all names have been changed to protect the guilty

Aman* - October 2005

Aman* responded to a post I put up on CL in 2005. He was an Indian-born Oxbrige-educated lawyer in his 30s. I realise that makes him sound rather pompous, but he was far from it. Disturbingly, he reminded me of my father (in personality only! hehe), though, I hasten to add, that isn't necessarily a terrible thing (love you, Daddy!). We met up for a drink in a bar just off Regent Street, and hit it off. I have to say, he wasn't the best kisser, but his tongue got put to better uses later :) I still don't understand how someone who isn't a great kisser can be amazing at giving oral ....

Aaaanyway, amusingly, we spent the better part of the afternoon in a black cab looking for a suitable hotel in West London (thankfully, we're both hotel snobs!), during which we got to "know each other better". He even offered to take me shopping! [See girls - sometimes you receive when you don't ask!] Unfortunately, I didn't take him up on the offer (and my imaginary Chloe Paddington bag slipped further and further away from my grasp *sob*..............). I guess it was a combination of pride, and guilt - he was married with a heavily-pregnant wife who, as I understood, had kind of gone off sex. Pity - he wasn't bad at all (although I personally would have preferred a" longer" session ....)

I never did see him again after that. He sent me an email a couple of months later asking to meet up, TWO WEEKS after his wife had finally dropped the sprog. That proved a bit too much for me. I mean, at least give it a few months! That's a time when you should be expending all your energy on your new kid and your poor wife. Ah well, I suppose I'm not one to judge ....

Result: sex
Contact: no further contact

*all names have been changed to protect the guilty