Suzanne Portnoy

This weekend I:

1. Had a 3-way (MMF) on Friday night that actually culminated in a triple orgasm. I’m lucky if I manage a simultaneous orgasm with one other guy but having one with two was unbelievable. I’ve reached the conclusion that the best relationship would be to go out with two (preferably bisexual) men.

2 . Put on a wig, my leopard print dress and heels and went around the Underground with a friend taking pictures of me alongside the London Underground posters advertising ‘Not So Invisible.’ My kids thought it was pretty pathetic of me to do such a thing, but I don’t care. Seeing the posters for my book on the tube was exciting.

3. Was taken out to dinner by a very nice man on Saturday night. He came around to my house with a backpack full of sex toys and ropes and other paraphernalia, none of which he got to use. When he asked me, ‘How dom do you want me?’ I knew it wasn’t going to work. Surely, if you are dominant, then asking permission to be dominant misses the point.

4. Went around bookstores just for the sheer joy of seeing ‘Not So Invisible’ there. I moved a few to a more strategic position on the table. Yes, this is the kind of pathetic stuff writers do to shift a few more copies. If you don’t believe me, ask any bookseller.

5. Met the ‘American hunk’ or ‘Stud Muffin’ as he prefers to be called for a coffee in Notting Hill. Like usual, it was rushed. I don’t know if this one is going to go anywhere. He’s always pressed for time and stressed. His last girlfriend lingers like a shadow around him.  I’m not holding my breath…

6. Had lunch with a girlfriend and told her about my Friday night 3-way. Managed to clear three tables around us in the restaurant.

Forgot to do the food shopping, the laundry, book a tutor for my son and fix up a tennis lesson for the other. Oh well.