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  Tue 25th October 2016

Today's Top Tip: When returning home from a most enjoyable day out in a state of considerable inebriation, and having become divorced from one's keys, cards, and phone under circumstances that one cannot recall, do not resort to smashing a window to get in, as a new one will cost you 120 quid.

Also, try to forget the announcement at breakfast the following morning from your housemate, that he was actually in at the time.

It's all Wendy's fault. We went up to the park, and possibly 10am was a little early to start on the cider, Prosecco, speed, and grass. It was a clear autumn day of high-definition vision and vivid colour contrast. Sitting next to her, and being able to look at her Enid Blyton legs and her dress's hem whilst pretending to be gazing insouciantly at a spot on the ground; a constant low ripple of joy at being with her -- her talk, her clothes, her hair, her mannerisms, her recklessness, her honesty, her unshowy intelligence, her compassion.

I've enjoyed every second I've ever spent with Wendy, but it's become easier now, post-Trish. I feel calmer with her. My all too brief, sex-drenched time with Trish has somehow made me accept the ever-sexless situation with Wendy more. I appreciate better what she said a few weeks ago. "Being in a relationship with you would feel incestuous."

I've signed up to another site where the aims and objectives are more straightforwardly stated. Having good sex makes me miss it for a long time afterwards. I loved the power balance that Trish and I were starting to make more detailed; it's a sine qua non of a successful sexual relationship. All this caring sharing equality bollocks doesn't work for me in sex. In social relationships and politics yes, but not in the bedroom (or kitchen, stairs, the park, etc.)

I see sex as a practice, something you can become better at through learning what works for both of you, but if the underlying structure of power isn't shared, nothing you do will turn either of you on that much. How I loved telling Trish that I was going to introduce her to Wendy and Kitty and have my middle finger stilled inside her cunt while we sat round the dinner table, with the threat that if she showed any outward signs of what was happening, we'd never do it again. And how I loved her submissive suggestions to me, about forced and helpless sex.

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A truly successful sexual relationship is as rare as a blue daisy. It shouldn’t be so but that’s how I’ve found it. I can count on one hand the number of sexual partners I’ve had a deep vibe with. The rest have been pedestrian affairs. For both parties, I’m sure.

Wed 26th October 2016 @ 11:56
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Yes it’s a rare thing. It’s a matter of great regret to me that the two which have worked the best haven’t lasted very long – Donna because Milton Keynes is far too far away, and Trish for reasons she won’t tell me.

Wed 26th October 2016 @ 12:47
Comment from: kono [Visitor]

I have a natural talent for picking locks, be it doors or windows or otherwise, don’t know how i acquired it but i’m damn good at it, i could have helped, lol…

The top five in the best sex category is both bittersweet and glorious to think about, mainly because they’ve all faded into obscurity except in my memory, the top of that list just recently texted me she had gotten engaged, a shame for truly selfish reasons obviously, over the years the sex became more sporadic but it was always good, easily the most sexually compatible woman i had ever met, the bright side is they provide endless material for wanking… at least until the next one comes around…

Sun 30th October 2016 @ 12:01
Comment from: [Member]

A handyman indeed kono! :)

Yes, I like extending the imaginary scenarios with the women whom one really likes. It’s just limitless, it goes on and on and on – the stories in my head have another new chapter every time I think of Trish. I wish we were doing it for real, but wanking is the most dominant form of sex probably, for most people, so may as well make the most of it.

Wed 2nd November 2016 @ 12:44


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