Acting

‘I want to do it to say thank you for being so understanding.’

‘Aw, that’s very interesting, and raunchy.’

By ‘do it’, Lady Montague (referred to in a previous entry as ‘Miss get-a-room’) meant, of course, dressing up in a school uniform and seducing her BoyF. Now, one of these people in a sort-of-banker and the other, a sort-of-lawyer, but don’t let that take away from the sordid pleasures that were being promised.

You know, I love nothing more than giving when it comes to sex and this Is precisely what Lady Montague was doing. Giving herself so that her BoyF could have his fantasies realised in a safe and protective environment.

When it comes to role play, I don’t really understand why people shy away. It’s easy to understand why you might trip over in laughter at the first sight of your boyfriend in a studded collar bound by a leash, but I’m a firm believer in the ‘once-in-the-role-everything-is-possible principle of life (both generally and more specifically).

I believe Lady Montague ended up doing something similar the other night, though not quite as raunchy. Having said this, some of us in life, including Lady Montague, have partners who can hump us all night, one after the other, orgasm after orgasm without so much as a flinch. Yes, some of us, it would be appear, don’t have to resort to role play.

Though, surely, it’s more than just that. An effective role play intervention might just push you into the sixth final orgasm/over the edge into orgasmic darkness.

How a man can come five times in one night is, and until someone horny teaches me otherwise, beyond me.

The beginning of any sexual relationship, it has to be said, is totally exciting. Where to put the erection once you’ve got it, and in the absence of any hole, is an entirely separate issue.

On that note, perhaps I should mention the phone-sex-induced-orgasm I gave Pc X last night. Our first – my first since M , and hopefully not the last.

Delicious.