not an experienced bottom, and I knew it was unlikely he would ever try anal again. There's nothing like having your anal cherry popped by an amateur to put you off the act. I knew that pain myself, having been taken there hundreds of times, and not always gently or by pros. It is easy for a top to get overexcited and push too hard before the bottom is ready, especially with a virgin ass. For all my experience in bed, I'd fucked-up sex like a bumbling newby.
If the plus to sleeping with lots of hot strangers is the excitement of a new body, a new cock, a new sexual adventure, the minus is that you don't know their limits. You can never be sure if you've read a new partner right or touched his body the way he really likes it touched. I didn't know if I'd be seeing Scott again and get the opportunity to know him, and his body and limits, the way I wanted to. Despite feeling a connection the night before, I feared we'd both pushed the boundaries for a first date.
I kissed Scott goodbye at the door, then walked back upstairs and pulled the sheets off the bed.
4. THE REUNION
I didn't hear from Scott after the strap-on incident, so figured I'd definitely blown it. But since I continued to feel weird about the pain I'd caused him, I shot him an email to clear the air.
'Hope all's well,' I wrote. 'Sorry if things got a little out of control that night.'
When I didn't hear back right away, I assumed we were history. Then, about a week later, a response was in my inbox.
'It was really great to meet you,' he wrote. 'You're right; it did get out of control. I hope that doesn't weird us both out and ruin what I think would be a very cool friendship.'
I was relieved and also pleased to think Scott might become, as I'd hoped that night we'd met, a friend with benefits. He said he was just about to embark on major travel again but suggested we stay in touch. 'Don't read silence as any sort of regret on my part,' he added.
Perhaps we'd have the opportunity to try again.
I made a mental note to use more lube next time around.
Till Scott came back to London, I thought I'd kill time with my regulars and go to my local, Rio's.
I hadn't been there in a while and, when I paid my £2 entry toll to the cutie American receptionist, I got a question in return. 'Can I ask you something?' he asked.
'Yes.'
'You know what I'm going to ask you, don't you?'
'Yes, I think I do.'
'It's you, isn't it?'
'Yes.' I smiled, arched an eyebrow. My cover was blown. They knew I was the one who'd written the erotic memoir that featured more than a few scenes in their sauna, Jacuzzi and couples' rooms. I wasn't sure I liked the staff knowing who I was, but now that they did, I kind of hoped they'd return the favour and give me a lifetime membership. After all, my book was practically an advertisement for Rio's.
'So, you're Suzanne.'
'Yes, I'm Suzanne.'
'We weren't sure,' he said. 'We've all been reading your book. A few of us thought it might be this other American woman that comes here. But I knew it was you.'
He looked proud of himself, as if he'd worked out an elaborate puzzle from the Gadget Shop.
'Guess I'm not so invisible any more. You won't tell anyone, will you?' I said. 'I'd rather everyone else didn't know.'
'Your secret is safe with me.'
That's good, I thought. I just wanted to go about my business. The business of getting laid.
I changed out of my clothes and walked over to the steam room. I was standing outside, debating whether to go in, when I saw Mark, Mr Ireland. I hadn't seen him in a few months. Now, there he was, sitting on a green plastic garden chair, relaxing by the showers. I walked up to him.
'You wouldn't fancy giving me a back rub later on, would you?'
'Sure,' he said, looking up, smiling. 'Just give me a half-hour to chill out. Then I'll meet you outside the changing room.'
I killed some time in the sauna, then, once again, we were climbing the stairs together.
Since the last time I'd been in Rio's, the management
If the plus to sleeping with lots of hot strangers is the excitement of a new body, a new cock, a new sexual adventure, the minus is that you don't know their limits. You can never be sure if you've read a new partner right or touched his body the way he really likes it touched. I didn't know if I'd be seeing Scott again and get the opportunity to know him, and his body and limits, the way I wanted to. Despite feeling a connection the night before, I feared we'd both pushed the boundaries for a first date.
I kissed Scott goodbye at the door, then walked back upstairs and pulled the sheets off the bed.
4. THE REUNION
I didn't hear from Scott after the strap-on incident, so figured I'd definitely blown it. But since I continued to feel weird about the pain I'd caused him, I shot him an email to clear the air.
'Hope all's well,' I wrote. 'Sorry if things got a little out of control that night.'
When I didn't hear back right away, I assumed we were history. Then, about a week later, a response was in my inbox.
'It was really great to meet you,' he wrote. 'You're right; it did get out of control. I hope that doesn't weird us both out and ruin what I think would be a very cool friendship.'
I was relieved and also pleased to think Scott might become, as I'd hoped that night we'd met, a friend with benefits. He said he was just about to embark on major travel again but suggested we stay in touch. 'Don't read silence as any sort of regret on my part,' he added.
Perhaps we'd have the opportunity to try again.
I made a mental note to use more lube next time around.
Till Scott came back to London, I thought I'd kill time with my regulars and go to my local, Rio's.
I hadn't been there in a while and, when I paid my £2 entry toll to the cutie American receptionist, I got a question in return. 'Can I ask you something?' he asked.
'Yes.'
'You know what I'm going to ask you, don't you?'
'Yes, I think I do.'
'It's you, isn't it?'
'Yes.' I smiled, arched an eyebrow. My cover was blown. They knew I was the one who'd written the erotic memoir that featured more than a few scenes in their sauna, Jacuzzi and couples' rooms. I wasn't sure I liked the staff knowing who I was, but now that they did, I kind of hoped they'd return the favour and give me a lifetime membership. After all, my book was practically an advertisement for Rio's.
'So, you're Suzanne.'
'Yes, I'm Suzanne.'
'We weren't sure,' he said. 'We've all been reading your book. A few of us thought it might be this other American woman that comes here. But I knew it was you.'
He looked proud of himself, as if he'd worked out an elaborate puzzle from the Gadget Shop.
'Guess I'm not so invisible any more. You won't tell anyone, will you?' I said. 'I'd rather everyone else didn't know.'
'Your secret is safe with me.'
That's good, I thought. I just wanted to go about my business. The business of getting laid.
I changed out of my clothes and walked over to the steam room. I was standing outside, debating whether to go in, when I saw Mark, Mr Ireland. I hadn't seen him in a few months. Now, there he was, sitting on a green plastic garden chair, relaxing by the showers. I walked up to him.
'You wouldn't fancy giving me a back rub later on, would you?'
'Sure,' he said, looking up, smiling. 'Just give me a half-hour to chill out. Then I'll meet you outside the changing room.'
I killed some time in the sauna, then, once again, we were climbing the stairs together.
Since the last time I'd been in Rio's, the management
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