By Lynn There was no such thing as dogging in my youth, at least I had never heard of it. I lived out in the wilds of Yorkshire and I learned there were two types of boyfriend: Those who expected you to open your legs in some field to be attacked by creepie crawlies, bees and nettles; and on one utterly humiliating occasion: to be gawped at by the local riding club who just happened to wander across that field. Then there was the other type: Boyfriends with cars. Warm, snug cars with comfortable seats. I had never really considered the car as a sex aid, no one my age had one, only parents… 続きを読む

Whenever I read accounts of first experience swingers I have to wonder what the hell we did wrong? Everyone else it seems has a smooth, perfect, exciting night with another couple or couples and go away saying, "Fantastic, must do it again!" Our first experience was bizarre and put my wife off the idea for about f******n years, even then the imminent finalisation of divorce was the spur that persuaded her to try again, not anything I said! The second attempt seemed to show the first disaster was the norm, it was worse, it sort of exploded our lives, the only good thing was we got things int… 続きを読む

An article in the local paper caught my eye recently. A woman was being prosecuted for having u******e sex with boys, apparently one of them ratted on her. What kind of miserable twat would do that? The article stuck out because I knew her, and her husband, in fact I used to babysit for them, you did not have to be gay to be a male baby-sitter back then. All I could think of was all those wasted opportunities, the times she came back on her own and sit watching TV with me, in her disco gear, legs on show while I sat scrunched up trying to hide an erection that was doing battle with my jeans… 続きを読む