So what does free sex mean, what are you looking for and how easy is it to find it?

If you look at the average adult dating site today the main motivation to join is to find likeminded people who are not afraid of confessing in intimate details what they are looking for. Their drive is predominately sex and plenty of it but not necessarily with the same person what they are seeking is uncomplicated sex with no strings attached. Having made the assumption that we can find sex on these adult sites is it actually Free Sex.

To answer this our first consideration has to be the alternatives that do involve paying for sex and we all know what this is. In The Secret Diary’s Of A Call Girl, Billy Piper plays a high class prostitute satisfying the needs of men from all back grounds. Now I am sure that some men have experiences of drunken stag do’s in Amsterdam, some have may be able to recount tails similar to Belle de jure…..the rest will be a fantasy. One thing is certain this is not free sex quite the opposite I am sure it can turn out rather expensive.

So a call girl is not an option so where else can I look for free sex..well I could adopt the traditional approach to dating and seek encounters in pubs, clubs etc but here is the catch. I for one never had the type of face where a beautiful girl would drag be off for unbridled passion. I have always had to work for it and that normally meant at the very least providing copious amounts of alcohol or an expensive meal, hardly free sex.

So we have gone full circle back to the adult dating sites and I can confirm that they work. I have had nights where I have met up with girls first for a few drinks, I have even spent quite a bit of money on a couple of dates but I have also had my share of free sex.

Values may have changed for some for better of for worse but in my experience consenting adults know what they want and some do not want the complications of relationships. The transaction is free agreed by both parties and long may it continue

Restricted material

Part of what makes adult stories attractive to various people is the fact that they are restricted. Authorities usually ban certain compilations of erotic literature because they are perceived to be more obscene than artistic. But by doing so, they only fuel the curiosity of individuals, motivating them to seek for these stories and make it a habit to read them.

They are usually compared or even associated with pornographic material. In fact, some groups are inclined to believe that they are just that. However, there are literary experts who choose to classify adult fiction as an actual literary genre, something that signifies that it is levels higher than the usual porn.

Where to find them

Erotica writers are all over the internet. If you take the time to search online, you’ll find a wide array of websites that were established to provide venues for these writers to publish their works on the internet. Because they cater to adult viewers, these sites come with warnings that seek to inform potential visitors and set their expectations on what they are going to see on the site’s pages.

Just a heads-up, though. If you’re going to view these websites and you have children or you’re in a home were children frequent, you want to make sure that you start reading your adult stories long after the kids are already in bed or they are no longer around.

You can also find compilations of adult stories in local bookstores and specialty shops. But you might have to show identification as proof of your age. Bookstores do not put these items on shelves where anyone can easily access them to prevent underage readers from getting to them.

Here at Affairs and Dating, we offer you a diverse collection of adult literature as well as informative articles that can help you broaden your perspective on dating and relationships. Explore this website for more details.

What it is

The interesting world of adult literature is a literary genre that covers sex or sexual themes. Unlike the typical romance novels and love stories of old, adult fiction is more descriptive. Writing such material will entail a really wild imagination and an extensive sexual experience. This is probably why, while there are lots of people who are probably interested in sex, not everyone can actually produce such kinds of stories.

Adult fiction tickles the reader’s imagination. They are so descriptive that you can almost see and feel what the characters are doing and feeling. Just like any other type of literature, erotica seeks to transport the reader to another place and time by piquing his emotions and delving deeper into his fantasies.

Why read them?

If you’re wondering why people even take the time to read adult literature, it’s pretty much like asking why children read storybooks or why teenagers are so interested in fashion magazines. It’s a niche in the reading world. It’s difficult to explain an individual’s interest in them in the same way that you can’t identify what makes Dora the Explorer very entertaining for young kids.

Adult literature caters to a particular type of audience,  one that seeks to broaden its sexual experience by gaining information on it. Because most of the materials are realistic enough, you can probably even put them to practice later on.

But because of their rather sensitive nature, adult fiction is restricted by age limits. For one, only those who are eighteen years and older are able to access these materials from certain websites and bookstores.

If you’re in search of adult fiction, explore this website today. Here at Affairs and Dating, we offer a diverse collection of reading materials to give you additional information on sex and dating.  We also invite you to join our community of adults seeking friendships, flirting, or affair. Explore this website for more details.

The answer, mate, depends on what kind of ladies you want to get.

Bad guys are generally also looking for naughty girls. These chaps often go for illicit encounters, extramarital affairs, or adultery. Surveys show that many bored housewives take interest in bad guys, so if you are looking to hook up with a married chick, then be sure you come off as a wayward rebel. Give the impression that you don’t take relationships seriously and are not into commitments. You will thus attract women who are just looking for casual dating and good old adult fun, with no strings attached.

Want a serious relationship? Then be a good guy. Nice chaps are serious, sensitive, and are often looking for long-term partners. Don’t worry – it’s not as if all the girls want the bad guys.  There are also good guys who get the girl of their dreams, especially in online dating sites. You are more likely to get the attention of nice girls you can take home to mum if you give out the impression that you are a dependable man.

Just be yourself

The important thing is to play your cards right. Be sincere and tell it like it is – that’s how you win the girl that you want. Be careful in composing your dating profile and make sure that you are perceived the way that you want to be perceived – whether you want to look like a good or bad guy is entirely up to you.

Now, the question: Is one way of dating necessarily “better” than another? Can they be combined? We asked some of our members here in AffairsandDating.co.uk, and her are the results.

Vintage Romance  – Still a winner?

Many of our members still like Clark Gable, Audrey Hepburn and the all the glitter and glamour of old Hollywood romance. Are you one of them? Don’t be embarrassed – there are still plenty of romantics like yourself! Don’t listen to anyone who calls you old-fashioned or advises you to “get with the times”. There is nothing wrong with looking back at the past and longing for the standards that our parents (and grand grandparents) used. And why wouldn’t we? Back then, couples really knew what romance was. For instance, if a guy was really interested in a girl, he would visit with her almost every night bringing gifts – sometimes not just for her, but also for her family. He would even endure many months of “no hanky panky” until everything was “official.” Notes were well thought out and written buy hand, and often delivered personally. Phone calls were lingering – absolutely no shortened text messages!

Modern Love – Online dating

However, a bigger percentage of our membership said that they prefer “modern” romance, driven by technology.  Are the kind of person that appreciates the efficiency and instant-ness of emails, text messages, MMS, and online dating? Do you find yourself cringing at old-fashioned flowers, love songs and slow dancing? If this sounds like you, then you are one of almost an entire generation. After all, even though love letters are still nice and all, emails are just more convenient. It’s much easier to synchronize dating schedules, express admiration, and even booty-call someone with a few clicks.

Another advantage of online dating and other modern romance methods is that it allows you to test the waters and find flings without investing too much time and effort. Here in AffairsandDating.co.uk, for example, you can meet people you find attractive, email them a little, and see how things go. You need not spend for a dinner out just to see if you have a connection with someone.

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“I promise, Stella, it’s just gonna take an hour—max!” Shawna begged over our tuna sandwiches at lunch.

I was busy checking my email while chewing at the same time so I couldn’t exactly see Shawna’s begging face. Even so, I pretty much knew what it looked like—puppy dog eyes pucker lips and scrunched up eyebrows. After all, this was not the first time that Shawna asked me to do her a favour. Today, she was asking me to meet one of our clients—a painter—to talk about his upcoming exhibition at the local gallery. Our company handled the painter’s first exhibit a several months ago in a gallery in a nearby town and that event was a success so it’s not surprising that “Goody”, that’s the name of the artist, would want to work with us again.

“What’s in it for me?” I asked without taking my eyes off the computer screen.

Shawna swiveled in her chair at the cubicle right across mine. “Hmmm. Let’s see. How about a spa treatment over the weekend—my treat?”

“Try again.”

“Lunch for the whole week?”

“Nah.”

“Coldplay concert tickets?”

“Already got ‘em.”

“Drinks on Friday at that hot hot bar that just opened downtown?”

I thought for a moment. “Okay. You’re on.”

Shawna put her palms together and raised them in an exaggerated manner towards Stella. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re a lifesaver.”

I crumpled her now-empty sandwich wrapper and threw in the wastebasket. “ I don’t know why you’d rather go shopping than meet with this guy if he’s as talented as you say he is.”

“Oh he is, he is. But you know me, my one true love is Roberto Cavalli,” Shawna quipped. “Besides, I might be doing you a favour right back. I heard he’s really hot”

***

It was almost seven when I finally asked the waiter to bring her bill. The meeting time with Goody was at six and I made it sure that I showed up on time at the cafe of the artist’s choice. Unfortunately, almost an hour has passed by and there was still no sign of the painter anywhere. Not that I would recognize him if he does show up. When the painter messaged her online, he just said he’ll be wearing a dark blue t-shirt and then told her to sit in the table nearest the bar so he can easily spot here.

During the first few minutes that I waited, I remembered how I always wanted to meet this particular painter but never had the time. During the last exhibit, I had been so busy putting everything in order—even after the exhibit—that I did not have enough energy to go to the intimate after-party with some of my colleagues and the painter. The longer I sat at the table, the more I looked forward to meeting the artist whose works I had admired. However, as six o’clock drew near, I became less and less of a fan of the artist and became more and more of an impatient event coordinator getting stood up by a client.

After two cappuccinos, I finally had enough. After paying my bill, I was just about to head to the door when someone strongly familiar entered.

My grip on my handbag tightened. It was David. David who was one of my younger brother’s best mates. David, who used to be an awkward gangly teenager showing up at our family’s house every weekend. David, who adolescence has turned into a raging hottie. David, with whom I had a one-night stand several months ago. And David, who I had just stopped thinking about not very long ago.

I watched motionlessly as David’s beautiful gray eyes scanned the room like a radar and purposefully landed on mine. He smiled. “Sorry I’m late.” He sat down at the table without waiting for me to sit back down. I forgot that I was supposed to be mad. My shock forced me to sit down across David.

“You’re—You’re Goody?”

David scanned the menu casually without looking at me. “In the flesh.”

I slowly reeled from this new information. “I—I mean, me and my team handled your last exhibit.”

“I know.”

“You knew I was part of that team?”

“Yup.”

“And you knew that I was gonna meet you here today?”

David finally looked at me. “I wasn’t even supposed to show up tonight. But when I got your email saying you’re substituting for your colleague, I decided to come. “ He smiled again. “What can I say, Stella? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night.”

***
It was Friday night and Sammy’s Night Club was packed. In one of the booths, me and Shawna were sitting sipping on their drinks, barely being able to talk above the noise of the talk and the loud music.

“I don’t get it, why did you tell him you were gonna be here if you didn’t want to see him?” Shawna asked after I told her the story about David and how he turned out to be Goody.

“I didn’t tell him,” I replied. “Well, I didn’t intend to. He was trying to ask me out tonight, and I said I had plans. He said he didn’t believe me, and I told him to go to hell, and he said I was lying. I got so pissed off that I told him the truth just to prove I wasn’t lying.”

Shawna looked at me. “ Look, it seems like you’re still affected with by this guy. Why don’t you just go out with him and talk?”

“Shawna, talking is not something that I tend to do with this guy, okay? It’s enough that he’s my brother’s friends, and it’s enough that we had–” I came to a sudden halt.

“Had what?” Shawna asked.

“Oh my god, it’s him,” I nodded towards to the door. Sure enough, there was David and he wasn’t alone. He had on his arm some leggy and busty blonde that looked like she stepped off the pages of Playboy. I became suddenly aware that I had no date whatsoever. But instead of feeling sad about the fact, I felt mad. What the hell was he doing here? Was he trying to ruin my night?

“Oh yeah, he is hot,” Shawna gasped.

“Hot enough to burn,” I said as I quickly stood up and marched towards his direction. Shawna said something but I was too far to hear.

David was just about to sit down when he saw me. “Stella,” he smiled.

“Can I speak to you for minute?” I got right down to the point.

David looked from me to the blonde and back again. “Well, um…”

I didn’t wait for him to make up his mind. I walked towards the door, out into the street and into a hidden alley just beside the building. David showed up in a few seconds.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded before he can say a word.

David shrugged his broad sculpted shoulders. “Same thing you’re doing here. I’m here for the opening party.”

“That’s bullshit! You knew I was gonna be here and that’s why you showed up. You are so immature. Being my little brother’s friend and all, I’m not really surprised.”

He didn’t appreciate this remark because I noticed his cheeks flare up. “You didn’t think I was so little when were screwing in the bathroom.”

Now it was my turn blush furiously. “That meant nothing.”

“Then why are you still acting weird about it?”

I looked at him carefully. “I’m not one of your bimbos, David.”

He took a step towards me. “I know you’re not.”

“I’m not just some girl that you screw at a party and then tell your friends the next day.”

“I didn’t call you because I didn’t know what to say,” he took another step. “I mean, you’re my friend’s big sister. There was no way that you could’ve wanted to be with me.”

Even if these were the words that left his mouth, I slowly felt his breath on my mouth as he leaned in for a kiss. As our gentle kissing became more passionate and hurried, my back hit the wall of the alley as he pushed into me. His mouth travelled from my mouth to my neck as his hands reached under my dress to take off my knickers. Before I knew it, both my legs were wrapped around his back as he slammed into me again and again. The thought of someone walking by and seeing us made the whole thing even hotter. The thought of that ditzy blonde sitting waiting for him made it hotter as well. With the wall on my back and his mouth covering my scream, I came like I never did for a long time.

Later, when I was back at my own table and he was back with his date, we couldn’t help exchanging knowing glances.

(to be continued)

“Sorry, I am late!” he said.

“You loser! I was really starting to think you were not coming!” barked Adam, as he took the six-pack from the newcomer, stashing it in the fridge.

As the two of them talked by the food table, I was trying to figure out who this person was. Adam guests were his friends, yes, but they were people I also knew. So who is this guy then? I was racking my brains for that and must have spaced out because I did not notice them get back to the table.

“Hey, sis. You remember, David?” Adam offered. I must have really looked out of it.

“David? David Goodman. David James Goodman! Oh my god!” I spat, realizing that it was the boy that practically lived in our house because he and my brother hung out a lot.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you,” I stuttered. Yeah, I sure didn’t. As I sat there and watched David exchange high-fives with his old friends, I was trying to figure out … when the hell did he get so hot?!

Let\’s backtrack a bit. Last I saw him, he and my brother were getting ready for Uni. I was just fresh out of college then. Feeling wee bit adventurous and trying to make the most of the time we had until we officially start working, my friends and I decided to go on a road trip. I moved out of the house before that so when I got back, I didn’t really have the opportunity to see Adam off to University. As if he’d want that. My brother was so excited to go off to Uni and the prospect of being around so many girls so he was determined to make a really good impression. Having your sister and your mum and dad dropping you off was clearly not going to help. From then on, we just kept in touch by calling and emailing each other from time to time. It goes without saying then that if I barely had time to catch up with my brother, then I clearly did not have the time at all to be asking about his friends. That’s why you can just imagine my surprise when I found out that this hot thing sitting in front of me was David Goodman. Back then, he was really awkward. Teenagers are naturally awkward but he was just way more awkward. Now, he’s here, confident, sitting in pair of jeans that seemed to fit in all the right places. I’m not complaining, really. I was enjoying the sight.

“So, what do you do now, David?” I asked, getting back to reality.

“I’m a graphic designer. I also do—-” he started.

“He’s also doing that girl, Jenna!” shouted Billy, another one of their school friends.

“Shut up, Billy! We’re just–”

“BUT YOU ARE DOING HER!”

“Well, yeah. But it’s not like we’re together or dating or anything.”

“Like I care if you’re together. I’m just jealous of you man because you get to bury your head in those big, big tits of hers. Ahhhh. Why do you always get the good stuff?” complained Billy, laying his head on the table looking miserable.

“All the good stuff?” I asked Adam.

“Well, for one, he’s got a job that pays him to do what he loves. Second, aside from Jenna, he’s also been with a couple of hot chicks. It’s like he was on a roll after uni.. We kept in touch so we’re pretty much filled in on what’s going on with each other’s lives. Except the girls, really. The girls we just found out because Billy and I were bored and so we decided to drop by unannounced at his place. ”

“You got me in trouble with Imogen with that, you know,” David piped in.

“We’re sorry, dude. But it’s not our fault you didn’t lock your doors.”

“Locking the doors isn’t the problem. He should’ve mentioned that he was nailing more than one girl!” laughed Billy.

“So you’ve grown to be quite the man, huh?” I said, amused.

“They’re really making a big deal out of it. That was the only time anyway that I was dating two girls at the same time.” defended David.

“And after that?” I asked.

“After that… there was no one.”

“No one? What, you got your heart broken or something?” I joked.

“Nah. Not really. It’s not like I was really serious with them or anything. Because you know, if I was, I wouldn’t be dating the two of them at once.”

“So there’s no one? Liar!” I laughed.

“Well, there is someone. But I’m not telling.” said David, crossing his arms together, which he clearly shouldn’t have done because that made his shirt tighter, emphasizing his toned arms, which I had a hard time staring away from.

The party continued on to the night because Adam’s friends had planned to stay over. I had one beer too many, even beating Billy at beer bong, so I decided to head inside the house to freshen up. I knew the house like the back of my hand but all that alcohol made it harder to move around. That also made me realize instantly that someone was inside the bathroom when I walked in. When I turned around after locking the door behind me, David was just zipping up his pants.

“You really don’t know how to lock doors, do you?” I said with a grin plastered all over my face.

“Well, your family has a knack for coming in on me at the most inopportune of times,” David replied, walking closer to me.

“This is inopportune? Hardly.” I argued, leaning against the bathroom counter.

“Oh, yeah? And why is that?”

“Because you’re here and I’m here and the doors locked. And everyone’s downstairs getting wasted so no one will bother us.” I pointed out.

“You have a point there.” David said, inching towards me.

“So, you agree? That this is a good opportunity?” I suggested.

“Hell yeah.” growled David, pinning me against the bathroom counter as he started kissing me hungrily.

I responded by kissing him back just as hungrily, hands all over the place, pulling his shirt from his pants and groping his ass.

“W-wait. What about Jenna?” I stopped, trying to catch my breath.

“I don’t care about Jenna. Like I said, we’re not dating or anything. For all I know, she could be doing the same thing we’re doing right now.” He replied, kissing me again, frustrated that we had stopped.

At that point, I didn’t care anymore if this guy was my little brother’s friend.

Sure, I always treated him like a little brother but there was no little brotherly about him now so there was no holding back.

As we made out, he wrapped his arms around me, lifted me up, and sat me on the bathroom counter, sliding off my pants as he did.

The bathroom counter was cold and so I was stunned for a bit, but I didn’t mind because David’s mouth was all over me again, commanding my attention.

As his hands fondled me, my hands fumbled with his pants. I couldn’t get the buttons undone because it was so hard to concentrate. I was a woozy and I wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol kicking in or if it’s my body responding to David, or maybe both.

I didn’t really have the time to think about it because not long after, I finally got his pants off and that’s when the real fun began. I don’t remember much of it, really, but I do remember coming really hard. That was really great. Nothing like a good climax to sober you up, actually. We just stayed wrapped up around each other for a few minutes before heading back down to join the rest of the guys.

The next day was an ordeal. Brought about by all that booze, everyone was pretty much knocked out until the afternoon. I don’t know if I tolerate my alcohol better than the rest of them or they just drank more than me but I woke up before everybody else, although I was nursing a slight hangover. Force of habit led me to the kitchen to brew up a pot of coffee. I thought, my parents must have realized the damage Adam party will turn. That’s why they booked themselves a hotel room for the weekend. Great, so I’m the oldest person in the house. If anybody turns up missing or is in need of a hospital, I would be responsible. Maybe I should just leave before everybody wakes up? Yeah, that’s a good idea. Running away sounds good. But before I could figure out an escape plan, someone I got really familiar with last night walked in.

“Oh! Hi,” spat out David.

David was surely surprised to see someone up so early considering what happened at the party last night. He probably didn’t even realize it was me.

“Hi. Good morning.”

I poured myself a cup of coffee and offered some to David.

“No, thanks. I think I’ll just have water.”

Pouring him a glass, “That was some night, huh?” I started.

“Yeah. I didn’t think I could drink that much. It’s been a while really since I got really wasted.” He explained. “Do you have an aspirin? My head is killing me.”

“Yeah, sure, I think we have some. Wait here. I’ll be back.”

I left David in the kitchen to get aspirin from the bathroom. When I got back, Adam had found his way out of bed as well.

“G’morning, sis. That was one hell of a party, if I may say,” beamed Adam.

“You’re up happy. Didn’t your party leave you something to remember it by?” I groaned.

“I have a massive hangover right now but I’m so proud of myself for finishing school and so glad to see all my friends together that there’s nothing that can bring this day down for me!” Adam practically shouted at us. “But there’s only so much my body can handle so I’m going back to bed. See you guys later.” he continued, standing up and leaving me and David alone in the kitchen.

“Here’s your aspirin, David.”

“Oh, thanks.” David took a couple of aspirins from the bottle and drank them in such a hurry that he spilled water all over himself.

“Crap!”

“Here, I’ll get you a towel.”

I wasn’t really planning on actually wiping himself for him but you know how it’s instinctive to help someone do that. I wished I didn’t because he grabbed my hand. I was surprised at the sensation I felt but I tried to fake my way through it by acting as if him grabbing my hand had no effect on me. He was I think taken aback by what I did so he just took the towels from me and wiped himself off.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

After that, David left the house. I drank the rest of my coffee and left a couple of hours after.

A couple of months pass and going to back to work buried Adam’s party at the back of my mind. Everything was back to the way they were.

I will admit to thinking about David a few times during those months, with some of those thoughts even very similar to what happened in our bathroom. What? That was a really hot night. It’s not something you easily forget. But I figured, it was a one-time thing. That’s that. I can’t believe I’m spending time thinking about it. I mean, it was just for fun. Had the alcohol not kicked in, we probably wouldn’t have done it. Still, David turned out pretty well. Hot as hell, actually. I’m not surprised why that Jenna girl sticks around although they’re not dating or anything. Or at least that’s what David claims. Well, anyway, that’s their life. I’m going back to living mine now.

“Hey, Stella. The art gallery needs you to meet with the painter so you can discuss how he wants his exhibit to open.” called Gillian, my boss.

“Oh, ok. I’ll head over there later.” I said, thankful that I had something to keep me busy.

The art gallery was located downtown. I was debating whether to drive or not over there because the traffic was pretty heavy this time of the day but since I wasn’t in a hurry either, I just decided to bring my car. True enough, I got stuck a good hour on the road when it should’ve been just a 15-minute drive. The traffic I can deal with. I mean, it’s always been there and I’m used to it. But what really got on my nerves was that everywhere I look, I saw David. For instance, there’s this guy walking. He’s wearing the same pants I pulled off David. It’s really nothing but then I found myself thinking that David looked way better, hotter in those pants. And again, I was reminded of how badly I had wanted to take them off!

My god! What am I doing?! I’m turning into one of those psycho chicks that you have one-night stands with and then want to be your girlfriend the next day! This can’t be happening! That or I just want more sex in my life. That’s got to be it. I just want more sex in my life. I really need to start dating again. It has been nearly a year after all since I broke up with my boyfriend so it’s high time to be dating again. It’s not like I wasn’t in the dating scene because I was too hurt to move forward. On the contrary, I’ve never been happier since I kicked that bastard out of the house. He was taking me for granted and unluckily for him, I love myself. When I’ve had enough, it was time to say goodbye. I do admit that we had incredible sex though. I missed that for a bit but I landed a job at this events coordinating company, which was one of my dreams really, so I had a lot of things happening in my life such that being romantic with someone just took a backseat. So now that I actually have time to be thinking about someone else, then maybe I can give dating a chance again. Yeah, dating should do it. Dating should get me off my obsession with David. I should give my girlfriends a call to see if they can hook me up with anybody.

The art gallery’s featuring the work of a local artist. The story is that the artist has been around the industry for some years now doing freelance work but it’s only now that he’s been given the chance to showcase his works. We didn’t really set a time for the meeting but unfortunately when I arrived, the artist had already left. It’s really no problem though because he did leave instructions with the art gallery staff. It’s just a shame because I really wanted to meet him. Looking at his works, there was something familiar, something comforting about them so I just wanted to meet the man who was responsible for it all. Goody—that’s his name or at least what he uses in his paintings. What kind of a name is that anyway?

Goody’s exhibit was a success. But the thing was, even though I was there the whole time, I still didn’t get to meet him because he was flanked by so many people. Not that he was all I was thinking about because I had with me this new guy I was dating. It’s kind of hard to focus really when everywhere you look, you’re thinking of ways of how you two can do the deed. I never thought art galleries had so many dark corners. It’s also a good thing that I made it clear with my new guy before we started dating that I wasn’t really keen on being serious. I told him, “Let’s just have fun and see where it goes.” And boy, are we having a lot of fun. Sometimes we even invite other people to have fun with us as well. The more, the merrier, we realized is true.

I’m happy to report that since I’ve been dating, I’ve forgotten about the whole David business. Ok, maybe not totally but it’s not in the same obsessive way that I used to think about him. Now, I just kind of use that night as a yardstick for the men I’m dating sometimes. You got to hook me in like David did that night or it’s nothing. Confidence is a great turn-on but it also doesn’t hurt that you’ve got an ass I’d want to ride all night. Sex With Brother’s Mate (Part 2)