Suzanne Portnoy

Wow - time flies. I can’t believe it has been a year since I was at the Erotic Awards, sucking off one of the male strippers backstage so he could be ‘ready’ to perform.

For those who haven’t been, the Night of the Senses, is a must on the sexual calendar. It was me who dubbed it ‘The Glastonbury of Sex,’ although recently I’ve seen the line attributed to Grayson Perry. No matter. I’m not precious but sometimes I do like to see credit given where credit is due.

Years ago I used to go along as a volunteer but these days I prefer to be a spectator… and what a spectacle it is. Every fetish, every sexual fantasy, every perversion is represented there. Even if you don’t participate, it can be fabulous foreplay just watching everyone get up to their own particular brand of kink and I’m sure lots of couples go home after their event and just bonk their brains out. The whole night is in aid of a very good cause - Outsiders - a charity who do their best to try and hook up physically challenged people, make them feel comfortable with their bodies and sexuality.

Here’s the press release and all the info.

The Night of the Senses and the Erotic Awards will be taking place this September in London.

The 22nd Night of the Senses (”Probably the sexiest event in the World” ErosZine) will take place on Friday 12th September at Mass and Babalou in London. This all-night charity extravaganza will feature the Erotic Awards finalists and the winners will be announced. There are many new attractions, including a Tantric Cavern, Novice Avenue and a Tattoo Parlour, as well as the old favourites, the Roissy Dungeon, the Sensuality Chamber, Fuck for Forest and the Cabaret of the Senses, this year starring Empress Stah.
See www.nightofthesenses.com

The Erotic Awards (”The good people in a gloriously mucky business” Grayson Perry in The Times) will have its annual Exhibition at the Jago Gallery 77 Redchurch Street, London E2 7DJ from 4th to 10th September.
See www.erotic-awards.co.uk

Both these events raise money for Outsiders - See www.outsiders.org.uk. They also raise awareness of the importance of sexual freedom. They are run by the Sexual Freedom Coalition Chair, Dr Tuppy Owens.

You are invited to join us in these celebrations. We would also appreciate it if you could spread the word through your internet networking so that we reach as many wonderful sexually free people as possible.

See you there!
–
Dr Tuppy Owens
at the Centre of the Erotic Universe

The sleepover. Over the past year, the sleepover guy has been virtually obliterated from my life. Sure, there have been the occasional men that, having missed the last train home, had to share my bed. And there was the ‘boyfriend type’ who wasn’t actually a boyfriend only behaved like one but we stopped hanging out in November. My usual guys just cum and go and that suits me. It means I don’t have to worry about making small talk over breakfast, brewing up some coffee, having to perform the usual woman’s morning ritual (shower, hair, make-up) in front of them. I can take my time.

On Tuesday night, I had a last minute invite to go to a posh hotel in Windsor for some late night fun. I love hotels but rarely get a chance to stay in one so, of course, I said ‘yes.’ Never mind that it was a ’school night’ and I had to be at work the next day or that I knew my lover wasn’t going to be free from his business dinner until past eleven. All I thought about was sleeping in a hotel with someone sexy and fun. Clean sheets, clean pillows, hot guy. I got in my car and drove to the place, arriving at ten. He had left the key with one of the bar staff so I was able to get in without disturbing his meeting. The room was small but well equipped, with lots of expensive Molton Brown products in the bathroom. Looking around for the mini-bar, I realised there wasn’t one so I popped across the road to the Londis, the obvious hang-out for the local bored teenagers and crack addicts and bought the best bottle of wine I could find. I settled into the bath for a while, poured myself a glass of New World chardonnay, put on some sexy lingerie and waited for him to arrive on the not-very-big double bed.

At midnight he walked in through the door, slightly inebriated and wearing a checked shirt but definitely up for lots of fun and for the next three hours we had a very horny time, especially once I got him to take his clothes off. The checked shirt was a major distraction and unexpected. Checked shirts really should only be worn by twenty-something hot cowboys or ironically by emaciated gay men. But no matter, the man loved eating pussy, I mean absolutely loved it and I love being eaten out. It just gets all my endorphins going and makes me very light headed. I let him take his time, enjoying his tongue circling around my clit. His cock was rock hard the entire time and feeling myself get so wet and ready for him, I begged him to fuck me. He did and in some very unusual positions, some of which were new to me. By 3am, we had both cum and both having to wake up around 6am, we agreed that we should try to get some sleep. It was the first sensible idea one of us had had all night.

But could I sleep? Hell, no! I lay on that hotel pillow and could have counted a thousand sheep but still I couldn’t get to sleep. I snuggled up against my lover but that just made me a little horny again. Fact is, I’m out of practise when it comes to sleeping with a stranger. For the next three hours, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, figuring that even a pretend rest was as good as no rest at all. By 6am, I was actually beginning to feel dozy but a large and very stiff cock was pressing into my back. Well, obviously, there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to ignore that so I stroked it and he played with me until I just had to mount him. Then he got on top, fucked me hard and came all over my tits.

I liked to imagine I was milking him slowly but as he said later on, ‘I enjoyed you having your morning wank on top whilst pretending it was actually about milking me.’ I came in about five minutes. I do love morning sex.

‘Well, actually, I was thinking about milking you but yeh, you’re right, it really was just about me getting off.’

We both laughed while I wrote myself a secret reminder to not be quite so transparent next time.

Last night I slept for twelve hours… alone. The overnight was great but I really think I need to get more practise.