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2008
I Love You, I Love You Not
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.
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2008
Getting Ready for the Erotic Awards
I had it all planned out, or at least I thought I did. We’d wear matching clothes, my date and I. I went online last Saturday, found a supplier of what I wanted and put in my order, figuring that 5 working days would give them plenty of time to get it ready. Working out my costume for the Erotic Awards/Night of the Senses has always been a challenge. Do I go retro and all Marilyn Monroe-ish, rubber or go for something OTT like the policewoman’s uniform I bought years ago that is an all-in-one zip up hot pants kind of thing? Ah, decisions decisions. I was relieved that we had worked it all out.
Then yesterday I went to my new office, half expecting my package to be there and it wasn’t. Looking at the supplier’s website, I saw it was just being prepared and had not been sent. No doubt it will arrive some time next week, far too late and essentially of no use to me. It’s not the type of thing I would ever wear out, except perhaps to a sex party.
Now I’m sitting under my blow drying thingy, frying my curlers so that the set will last all day and contemplating my evening attire. I’ve asked my date, a newbie to the event, to arrive early. I want get my pussy licked and fucked before we go as there’s no guarantee that we’ll find a condusive play space at the party. Last year I wandered around for some time with a former lover trying to find a place to get reacquainted and gave up in frustration. The swinging space was taken up by a massive gang bang, the other room was brightly lit and uninviting. Fuck for the Forest, a porn site who donate their proceeds to planting trees, wouldn’t let me fuck without being filmed and that was never going to happen. Eventually we decided to leave it. I just can’t fuck in an atmosphere that doesn’t make me feel sexy. This year I’m not leaving anything to chance.
Well, in the time I’ve been writing this, my hair is well and truly dry, very dry. Time to put on my make-up and think about what I’ll be wearing for the Ball. My date is turning up later on. He has never been before and I’m looking forward to showing him around. I just know already that we are going to have a lot of fun, fucking or no fucking. For the first time in a long time I’m actually looking forward to going.
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2008
Erotic Awards & Night of the Senses
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
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