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Thank you for the burst of sudden comments on a number of entries. It would make better sense for me to write one entry solely dedicated to the reply/demystification of these comments.

Arthur and Desdemona. Disappointed? But why? Phone sex is a great thing. It’s different not inferior. And the reason I didn’t sleep with him was probably due to a sheer lack of self confidence. And now that we’ve had phone sex, ‘real’ sex should flow freely. Getting to know the sexual mind is equally as important as getting to know the sexual body.

Another interesting fact. Now, in the gay community, we have apparently what is known as ’top and bottom’ theory. He is top and so am I. This is with regards to anal penetration (for what else could we possibly penetrate?). The ‘top’ likes to fuck and the bottom likes to receive. What became apparent is that this guy only allows ‘special’ people into his opening. And unfortunately, I just wasn’t special enough. Two tops don’t make a bottom. What they make is fantasy followed by frustration. And when I asked him what happened what two tops got together (my feeble attempt at pulling), he responded that it got rather boring after a while. So, that’s another reason we didn’t fuck.

Interesting fact No 2. The desire levels were fluctuating. Up and down, up and down. The only time I really felt he desired me was towards the end of the evening and during the middle when he was feeling merry and grinding heavily to one of those sex songs or other. And while he was dancing I felt out of place, the sort of feeling I’ve felt for so many years in whenever I got clubbing. Fuck! I thought I would have progressed passed at least this stage of pre-shag development. Ugh!

And so, when we were post tipsy, about to bid farewell, it all started spewing out. All my sexual inhibitions seeped out of my mouth quicker than I can shove them back in. And I acted the way desperate people do. I was grappling for him to want me. I guess it didn’t register that he did. And as we stood a metre apart, erections firmly embedded in out jeans, something drew us together. And there it was, desire raging. That’s what I’ve craved all along. I wish I had felt that earlier. Something might have happened.

So, once I was home he called and we had phone sex. Desdemona, I do have M. M is fantastic and so much more than a phone sex buddy. But fucking this guy was different. I was able to cultivate my imagination. The reason I like phone sex is because I’m a master of the trade. That’s one thing I know I’m good at.

Arthur, as to the choice of bar. Well, KU Bar was rather quiet when we arrived, however it gave us a chance to talk. And then GAY, well I wasn’t impressed with this choice, but there’s no point arguing on the first date is there? As for the friendly society, I did like it. Very lusty and confined. And full of sugar daddies (ever slag must plan for his/her future). Lesson number 1 of the sugar daddy pension plan - you don’t have to be posh to become privileged.

The restaurant was fantastic. Satsuma. So quirky and interesting. In fact, I have a sneaky suspicion I might be going there tomorrow night with Desdemona if she can be bothered to text me back (Desdemona, this is so unlike you).

And, as to the point regarding my love filled Aisleyne episode, Ophelia, yes….read and weep, for it was I who blew her a kiss and not you!

Ophelia. You made a very good point. Have I ever said I wanted to become a Sex GOD? I have said I’d love to become the best fuck in the world, at which point I’ll focus my attention on learning about something totally different. Origami or stamp collecting perhaps. But you’re right. You never stop learning. Those who stop learning stop living quite frankly and there’s too much life left to live inside this slag’s slender body. And learning is fun. Growing, developing, nurturing, that’s what this life is all about. And that’s what we slags are doing. Successfully.