December 17, 2009

ELIZABETH ROSE

“I did not have sex with that woman” – Bill Clinton

Skye has outlined her own experience with a married man, and today I wish to briefly share my own with you.
As a rule, I do not permit any men who have made promises elsewhere into my bedroom or my knickers. This includes promises such as the “til death do us part” type, as well as less formal commitments to another.

However, no system is perfect and without the ability to perform a detailed background check I have allowed men into my boudoir who have later admitted to having made a commitment elsewhere. I have taken to asking men directly and moving away from them at speed if there is any hesitation at all in answering my inquiries.

Recently, I was reunited with a past companion – Jay. As we are friends first and horizontal friends second, I saw no reason to check his status directly. We caught up for drinks here in London – exchanged stories and reaffirmed a long running friendship with copious amounts of booze and belly laughs. As in previous encounters we ended up in bed together. Then there followed more belly laughing as our private moments have become somewhat competitive since I admitted to thinking I could take him in a fight. Therefore all nudity is preempted with a bout of wrestling matches. (It generally gets to “best of seven” before I admit defeat).

Once Jay was secure in his victory and manhood; and we were both sweaty and in a tangle of limbs. With a kiss and removal of outer garments foreplay is commenced. The foreplay continued…and continued some more…and then went on…and on…

While my only moans were those preceeding an orgasmic cacophony, I must admit I was getting somewhat perturbed. He still had not removed his boxers, was avoiding my hands or mouth getting anywhere near his Johnson and penetration seemed to be out of the question. I knew he had a sizeable member hidden away. I could feel and see it was hard and ready to play – so I was growing quite frustrated by the situation.

After another attempt at his chastity belt – a pair of Pierre Cardins – I stopped. Pulling out of his embrace, I asked him why he was suddenly so shy.

It turned out that Jay now had a girlfriend. One he had failed to mention in his emails to me or during our catch up drinks. He was not inclined “to cheat” on his new girlfriend as “he’s not that kind of guy” but still wanted to see me, so…

I was mortified. I was also struck speechless by the illogical reasoning presented in his confession. In a bewildered silence, I dressed and left him.
We are friends and will be so again, but I am just so very disappointed in the whole sorry incident. (Not to mention frustrated to an extreme)
I believe this would count as the “Bill Clinton” stance on monogamy.

On a more positive note, Finn has a stopover in London on Saturday so I am looking forward to scratching my proverbial itch with him. Even from a continent away, my fascination for his marvellous member continues unabated.

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