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Guest blog: Having sex with the guy from a decade ago
What happens when you go back to someone from your past? Is there such a thing as ‘the one that got away’? When this week’s guest blogger pitched me this post I was positively gleeful about it – she’s got a fabulously funny, chatty style and regular readers will know that I’m a sucker for a trip down memory lane. Not to mention sex with an ex. But is it possible to recapture the magic when you’re having sex with a guy you last saw a decade ago? Let’s find out…
I don’t fuck on the first date
Partway through a kiss – a good one, a promising one – she breaks off and holds her face close to his. Whispers:
“Just so you know, I don’t fuck on the first date.”
Sex nerd: There is always something
Telling people I’m a sex blogger usually leads to one or two misconceptions: that I am constantly shagging, or that I am shagging in such wildly creative ways that no normal human could keep up with the carnival of kink. But that’s not really what I’m about. I’m not obsessed with the quantity of sex I’m having, nor the depths of any particular depravity. In fact, I reckon I could have relatively vanilla sex once a month and still be eager and intense enough about it – and the fantasies that lead up to or come out of it – to write a passable sex blog. I’m not a nymphomaniac or the kinkiest woman alive: I’m just a plain old sex nerd.
Skilful seduction (do not shatter)
“Do you want to make some plans with me?” he asks, all casually playful, as if his name hadn’t just splashed into her inbox like a life ring tossed to a drowning woman. She grasps at it, as if he alone can save her (he cannot). He offers a selection of activities, and each shines bright with promise – a bike ride, a show, dinner, conversations about the book recommendations they’ve been swapping. Plus, of course, sex. She ponders which to pick, knowing the sex will be on offer no matter what they do beforehand, and even though she’s poor in spirit she’s now rich in possibilities. She replies swiftly – picks a fun activity, gives him her availability, then adds: “I am not sure about the sex. I’m feeling very… [big black box of horror that it’s probably best we don’t open] right now. In theory I like the idea though, can we play it by ear?”.
Sunday (part 2): Just for a moment
This stunning kiss/tease/play story is written and read by Sundial. This is part 2 in a multi-part series. You can check out part 1 ‘a mouth and a cunt full of cock’ here.
“Stay a moment,” he says, when I rise as well. I stare down at him, looking so desirable where he sits, his cock glistening in the sunlight. “Just for a moment,” he says. I turn, look at you. You grin at me.