Suzanne Portnoy

OK,  I admit it.  There are real perks to being an erotic authoress.  One of them being that if I want a guy to do a bit of DIY around my house, naked, in exchange for spending some quality time will me, he will. 

This seems a fair trade off to me.  I get the curtains fitted, the leaking tap mended, the radiator heating valve fixed and he gets a world class deep throat blow job and to f*** me in every room in my house.  I call this a ‘contra deal.’  He gets something, I get something, everyone is happy.

I have fantasised about having a hot DIY guy ever since I had a lover who was a builder and a stripper.  Once I asked him to remove a toilet seat when I found that I couldn’t budge the fittings holding it to the toilet bowl.  The toilet was in a very small WC.  I’ll never forget the sight of his gorgeous, naked body, bent over double to try and get a grip on the fitting, his perfectly shaped ass facing me. 

After that, he screwed back a couple of kitchen shelves that were looking a bit wonky before turning to me and saying, ‘So, I don’t suppose you could just suck my cock before I leave?’

Shortly after that, he took a full-time gf who wanted monogamy and I lost my handyman.  Every since then, the jobs around my house have been building up.  Now, following a very hot and horny exchange with the Scottish guy, it looks like I may have a handyman for the weekend with benefits.

It’s about time I had another hot handyman in my life.  I have looked at the curtains on my window sill still unhung for quite long enough.