Sex is about vulnerability. We take off our clothes — our armour — and expose the most delicate parts of ourselves to each other. When we think of our earliest ancestors, living on the African savanna, having sex involved putting their very lives at risk.
So there I was on top of you, carefully positioned so he could straddle your legs while still being between mine. It took a few adjustments, but he eventually got in and started thrusting. It was crazy intense!
Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a hard-on (figuratively) for all things British. So when a very handsome man who lives close by says that he’s an actor from England, well, the next sentence practically writes itself: “Would you like to get together for a drink sometime?”
The question of unprotected sex is easy for most lifestyle commentators. Just never, ever do it. The risk of an STD is simply too great. But like most easy answers, the reality is somewhat messier.
It was my orgy fantasy come true. Kissing, licking, stroking, squeezing: I might not know whose hands or lips those were, but it didn’t matter because I liked and trusted all those women.
I leaned over to suck Justin’s cock and, what do you know – there was Brian’s hand guiding it into my mouth! As you know, I love guy-on-guy action, but I don’t think Justin was feeling too enthusiastic. In fact, when I asked him later he said, “I just closed my eyes and tried to pretend that I didn’t know whose hand it was.”
Nothing beats the Bible for depravity, and I mean that as a compliment.