Loser gets lucky
I write this article to all men out there who think their
luck will never change regarding their lack of a sex life.
Believe you me, things change. A couple of months ago I decided
to move down to London from Leeds. It was partly due to work,
but also due to the fact I was lonely, away from my friends
and I was meeting no women of interest whatsoever. So, I move to
London, feeling a certain sense of euphoria
at starting a new life in the capital. I started getting
involved with my job, I was meeting lots of fun new people
and was finally stating to really enjoy myself. Suddenly,
I started talking to one of my collegues. 24yrs old, brunette
with a winning smile and aphroditesque body. We arrange
to go out for a drink, then before I know it, we are all over
each other in a cab and we are having the first sex I've had
in 7 yrs back at her place. Feeling elated and full of vim, we
begin to see more of each
other. I agree (following a losing game of poker to my partner
and her flatmate) to cook supper for them both. Fortunately,
I'm a pretty good cordon bleu cook, so I knocked up a fine
repast and ensured there was plenty of wine and liquors.
As the evening wore on, the barriers come down and taboos
are discussed. We discuss lesboian sex, and how my girlfriend
and her flatmate had had fantasies about it from school,
and how lucky they thought it was for them to know such a horny
and laid back guy.
Just when I thought my head couldn't get bigger
(nor my cock
for that matter), food starts getting thrown about, then
we are play fighting on the floor, then the two girls start
kissing very passionately, and before I know it, we have
dived into my girlfriends bedroom and we are licking each
other. Then my girlfriends flatmate tells me to fuck her
as she's heard so m uch about my cock and wants it in her. I'm
feeling a bit concerned when my girlfriend says, Fuck
from behind, so I can lick her pussy. As you can imagine,
all my Christmas' came at once, together with me. We proceeded
to fool around for the rest of the night, then for the rest
of the day. Although the flatmate has gone, my girlfriend and I still
think about the evnts of that night, and are considering
entering the swinging scene. The only concern is that it
will never be as good as that night.