Suzanne Portnoy

I think my mouth should come with a government health warning that says, ‘Beware what this woman says whilst engaged in sexual intercourse; it may not be entirely accurate.’

As planned, Windsor Hotel Man (WHM) came around last night prior to the Erotic Awards for drinks and foreplay, just in case the party turned out to be a dud. Only WHM doesn’t really do foreplay, at least not with me. Once we get started, I find it very difficult to stop. He has a knack of taking my arousal levels up a notch. He’s not a fast and furious lover, more the kind that likes to take his time.  That’s just the way I enjoy sex with someone I like - unhurried and sensuous. I don’t so much have orgasms as explosions with him. He makes me come long and hard, especially when I’m sitting on his face.

It had been a few weeks since our hotel date and our reunion was overdue. Almost as soon as he walked in through the door, his cock was hard and it stayed hard for hours. He likes to play with me, rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy until I’m drenched from wanting to feel him inside me. Holding my hands above my head, he maneuvered his body above mine, whilst my pelvis tried to meet him. Being much bigger and stronger than me, I didn’t stand a chance.

‘You’re a dreadful tease,’ I said.

‘Mmmmn. I know,’ he said, pinning me down.

Of course, he couldn’t hold out for long, especially when he felt the slick wetness rubbing against his cock. What guy could resist sliding into a tight, extremely wet pussy?

After all the anticipation, when he finally pushed himself inside me, I felt a rush of endorphins.   That’s when I wanted to shout out, ‘I love you.’ Only I didn’t, even though the urge was almost impossible to resist.  We carried on fucking and the urge was not subsiding, only getting stronger as I felt myself get closer and closer to orgasm. When I came, I screamed loudly.

‘You’re OK then,’ he said laughing.

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I’m OK although I almost had one of my I-love-you moments.’

‘Oh?’ he said.

‘Yeh, it sometimes happens when I’m extremely aroused and a bit drugged up by all the endorphins and when that happens I really want to say ‘I love you’. I’m just letting you know that it may happen. I wanted to say it but I managed to control it. I just wanted to warn you. You don’t need to get frightened. It’s a great sex thing. I’ve done it with near total strangers. I just didn’t want to freak you out.’

‘Well, I love you too,’ he said smiling.

We got up and put on our clothes, the smell of sex still clinging to our bodies and went to the party. Like every year, the mix of people was astounding. From middle-aged men dressed like babies, the usual naked guys wandering around wanking, lots of pretty, young girls in lingerie and not much else, the full-blown fetishists, and lots of my friends who were their usual jaded selves. Sadly, some of my favourite regulars  - the guy that likes to be fisted by multiple women and the builder looking chap who adores high heeled women walking on his back - weren’t there. WHM and I wandered around for a while trying to find a place to fuck but, like every other year I’ve been to the Ball, the couples rooms was overcrowded and all the other place spaces just weren’t very sexy. WHM was having a blast though and his enthusiasm was infectious. He just couldn’t stop smiling. I could see the event through new eyes and just enjoy it for all its wackiness.

I had a go on the fucking machine in front of WHM and 3 friends who took turns with the control. I couldn’t find a way to come. The attachment was a short, fat stump and didn’t feel like anything. I asked the guy running the machines if he had a different one and he produced the longest one he had, a 6″ slim dildo, still a lot smaller than WHM. After a while of feeling that pulse around inside me, I just wanted to feel the real thing. The reason why anyone would spend £600 for one of these machines was lost on me. My own vibrators are far more effective.

We left the party at 3am and went back to mine. I woke up to feel a hard cock pushing against my back. It was a rare treat.