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'So.....what are YOU doing this New Years Eve?'

Had my plans worked out, I'd have been in bed with Desdemona (minus any poking). It was going to be great. The best laid plans however....that's correct. Having said that, Desdemona and Othello, I want a full report on how the Soldiers/Nurses new years costume drama went. Desdemona, a full entry!

So, a friend and I have decided to frequent a local gay club (Street life, I believe it is called) tomorrow evening. A chance to eye up the local talent is always an opportunity embraced after all.

She's the sort of girl, this friend, who walks into a room and has men drool and dribble and lose masses of saliva without quite realising until they are too dehydrated to walk properly. Honestly, I have seldom come across a girl who gathers male attention, unintentionally, in such huge quantities. That theory about sex making you sexy, well, she's it personified. Oh what I'd do to ooze the confidence she does. And above all else, what this friend has is a real, uncomplicated 'I don't give a shit what anybody thinks of me' attitude. And, as long as in the process you don't hurt anybody, then what better quality could one ask for.

'It's only after you live selfishly, fucking around and having fun that you can appreciate it fully when the right person comes along. My boyfriend and I have been together for two years now and it's still as fresh as It was right at the beginning. I still have sleepless nights whenever I'm going to see him the next day. I don't even think about other people. I'm happy every second of every day it's not even funny' said she over dinner last night.

Normally, coming for anybody else, this sort of sentimental drivel would drive me a little potty, but this friend, she's different. She is the goddess of controlled love and infatuation and so clever and witty. For her to say this made me wonder if in fact, this perpetually excited orgasmic feeling might in fact be the possibility I never thought existed.

As the position stands, I'm too selfish at present to dedicate my soul and cock to one singular being. All I need is to fuck the itty bitty lust out of my system with a string of hot men and women and stew in the juices of my own self loving until I'm satisfied that there is no longer anything to feel resentful about, if I were to find somebody who I thought might fit the definition of 'long term proposition'.

So, with this in mind, and the fact that I'm no longer a merry virgin, but a merry non-virgin, I have to redefine my sexual objectives. And after much consideration, these are as follows:

1. Buy the sex toys I want and need. - within a month.
2. A threesome - with guys and girls who know exactly what they want between the sheets and aren't afraid to ask for it. - Two months.
3. A dominator who will push my head into the pillow, rip away each of my inhibitions and make me love every moment of my submission. - Three months.
4. Fuck a beautiful girl who is willing to guide and be guided. - Two months.
5. Fuck M. - Two years. Ugh. (you Cock Tease! you)
6. Visit a gay sauna and a swingers club. - Four months.
7. Get into tantric sex and control my cock by tying a spiritual leash around it. For he who can control his orgasm will benefit from the waves of pleasure that SO outweigh the wham bham spurt after which you feel like a lust-hater. - Three months.
8. Get a view and guided tour of The Dame's fanny. - some aims are eternal.