AGE: 36 RELATIONSHIP STATUS: MARRIED TO HER TEENAGE SWEETHEART
CHILDREN: TWO, BOTH IN THEIR TEENS OCCUPATION: WORKS PART-TIME IN CATERING
I’m gonna have to have sex tonight. I’ve been wriggling out of it for at least two and a half weeks now! I love him dearly but I love my sleep too. [Later] Just had sex. We’ve definitely had better, it was just the run of the mill. I thought at one stage I was gonna get away with it but the prodding and poking of my lower back started and I had to give in. I orgasmed way too soon, I would have loved to have been able to stay on that high for a little longer. After, he was asleep in under five minutes. I was awake half the night. It’s another reason why I get easily turned off sex, it wakes me up.
Heading for a night away. Looking forward to it, the sex is always, always amazing when we’re away! [Later] So, we didn’t manage to have sex at all. We were both knackered and fell asleep at 10.30PM! We did both wake at 11.30pm, and decided a quick orgasm was in order. I sorted him, he sorted me. Job done, back to sleep!
The couple in the room next to us were at it for at least an hour! They must have either been very young or having an affair. I could hear her screaming through the wall. It did arouse me, but we were too busy this morning to stop for a quickie. I was getting turned on all day by the thoughts of that couple having (what sounded like) mind-blowing sex. Went to bed totally knackered at 10.30pm, but I wasn’t going straight to sleep tonight! There was a lot of foreplay which I loved. He was playing with me and breathing heavily in my ear. He then started to play with himself which was turning me on even more. He brought me to climax and immediately flipped me over so I was on all fours, he grabbed hold of my hips, put his hard c*ck
inside and gave me a serious goin’ over… It was hard and fast and I was in totally ecstasy.
Had amazing DRUNKEN sex. I was tipsy so feeling confident, we even left the light on. Kids were away, tucked up in Granny’s so we had every intention of being LOUD! He slowly went down on me, I still had my underwear on so the teasing was bloody almighty but I was loving it. I turned and went down on him in the ever famous 69, one of my favourites. I couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to orgasm so much, he felt this and brought me to a huge climax, my intake of breath was short and fast, I was almost there…I was very vocal and I think that increased my pleasure. When I knew he was about to orgasm I began talking to him, telling him to give it to me harder, faster. He gets so turned on when I talk to him. He orgasmed loudly and then we both feel in a heap and I slept. Yay!
I’m too tired to have sex tonight. It’s gonna be the poking and the prodding in the back for ten minutes before I either give in (wifely duties) or tell him no and feel guilty. I’m lying on my side facing away from him, but I could feel it in my back! His hand started caressing my arm moving over to my breasts (which I had packed away under my folded arms). Still, he found them, he wasn’t getting the hint. He moved along down my hips, my thighs and then went in for the kill! I keep telling him that it’s not a bloody magic door that will open with one tap! I won tonight.
AGE: 26 RELATIONSHIP STATUS: SINGLE, BUT HAVING CASUAL SEX WITH THE SAME MAN FOR FIVE YEARS “WE ARE WHAT I LIKE TO CALL FRIENDS-WITH-BENEFITS.” CHILDREN: NO OCCUPATION: BUSINESS WOMAN
He rings me at work, after a morning of business calls he’s a tonic, we talk about sex with great detail. His farewell sentiment is ‘I bet you’re dripping wet’ and that has me tingling for the rest of the day.
Despite The Man and I having regular sex for five years, we don’t actually sleep together because our living arrangements don’t allow it. But tonight I am sleeping with him for the entire night. In the bedroom he peels my clothes off without consideration and kisses me passionately. Skin against skin we talk dirty. I take him directly inside me and I rock rhythmically
on him and I soon feel myself close to that ecstasy point. But because this is real life and not a scene from a Jackie Collins novel, I lose my orgasm all because his dog starts scrapping at the door. He knows I came back from what is supposed to be the point of no return so he obediently massages my breasts. If kindness is ensuring my sexual appetite is satisfied first then The Man is the kindest man I know. Talking and snuggling done, he mounts above me and we have sex again, it’s gentle this time. I don’t come but I didn’t expect to, not with him on top. He brings me down from my post sex high by saying ‘My father is actually coming home tonight’. I’m not his girlfriend, but still I’m not overjoyed that he’s telling me this now. Our ‘whole night together’ lasted only eighty minutes.
I’m impatiently sitting in the passenger seat of his jeep while he drives to a picture spot. Under my double-breasted winter coat I am wearing nothing but a bra, knickers and hold-ups. I’m feeling playful, I have my rampant rabbit, a butt toy and an object resembling lipstick, however it will be rubbed on another type of lips. He pulls into a yard and cuts the engine. It’s pitch black which just won’t do, I want him to see every second of the show I am about to put on for him.
What do friends with benefits do on Valentine’s Day? Nothing. The Man and I phone each other quite a lot obviously to talk about sex and sometimes it’s not about sex at all but we don’t dare make contact today. I do however participate in a little bit of self-loving that night in bed. I fantasise that the vibrator shaking me to the core is him. Out of five sexual partners, I have never had an orgasm before The Man.
The Man and I are having afternoon delight in his place. He pumps and rocks on top of me.
Phone sex. The first time I had phone sex, it was too weird, I couldn’t describe a sunny day never mind explicit detail about what I was doing to myself and shyness always had me whispering despite being alone. Nowadays though, I’m the queen of sensuality on the phone.
He wants me, however I feel like a baby elephant is in my stomach and I am not in mood to perform like Beyoncé for any man. Yes, it’s my time of the month. I tell same to The Man who doesn’t seem to mind but it won’t be happening – the only smutty activities I will be getting up to tonight will be supplied by the antics of the Tallafornia lads and lassies.
AGE: 35 RELATIONSHIP STATUS: MARRIED
CHILDREN: THREE, ALL UNDER SEVEN-YEARS-OLD OCCUPATION: FULL-TIME HOMEMAKER
Just after getting confirmation about being selected for sex diary. Talk about pressure! I hope I don’t come across as a boring housewife…now I can’t help thinking about sex. Don’t think the hubby would appreciate the stop-watch and note book in bedroom, if he only knew. I would normally anticipate having sex twice a day, first in the morning when in the shower and second while brushing my teeth at night. I always go to bed first as I like to read. Today my husband informed me that as I fell asleep last night while waiting with bated breath for him to come to bed, he would see me later. I laughed, while doling out breakfast to three
children, making lunches, keeping the peace etc. We had a good night in bedroom, it lasted about 15 minutes: Touching, kissing,
caressing, and the orgasm was good.
Well, he injured himself at hurling, so no nookie.
I think someone put a hex on me when I agreed to do this column. He’s still injured, taking pain killers and out cold. I don’t have
the heart to wake him up.
Winter vomiting bug.
Back to business in the bedroom. I timed it for the first time, it was eight minutes of touching, kissing and caressing, then 12 minutes of full on sex. Me on top, orgasm for me, two minutes later for him.
Same as last night but it lasted for 16 minutes this time. We had a lot of fun getting into it and switching positions. Orgasm very intense.
Just had a good cuddle and fell asleep, ah bliss!
Back on track, this time sex in shower…not the best idea but good fun.
Fell asleep reading.
Got all dressed up in sexy undies – good night and a strong orgasm for both of us.
Out for a work party, so he fell into bed.
Had sex! There was 10 minutes of touching, kissing, caressing. The actual sex lasted 15 minutes.
Husband away with work.
All excited. Sex in shower which followed into bed, went on for 42 minutes, had a great time! We have family staying for two nights now though, so no action.
Great sex last night. Had a few laughs, as we thought we heard one of the kids waking up, so it was stop-go-stop-go, but got the job done in the end!
AGE: 25 RELATIONSHIP STATUS: SINGLE
CHILDREN: NONE OCCUPATION: ART STUDENT
I am stuck in a small city in England with students way younger than me and my sex life is dead. I hook up with an 18-year-old at some party (I am too old for this?) and we sneak into his room. He is young. And very inexperienced. My friends keep ringing me and after about seven missed calls I tell him I have to pick up the phone. He is still inside of me when I answer it and tell them I will see them in two minutes. “I’m just a bit too drunk for this,” I fake my way out of it.
When I left Ireland to follow my dreams I left somebody that I liked. But now that I’m in another country “following my dreams” I can’t help dreaming about him. They say that you can compensate sex with chocolate but I just had the most delicious piece Lindt.
Saw Promoter Guy for the first time today after months of flirting over Facebook. I go to London for a meeting. After the gig he walked me down to where my friends were while anything to drink. Once we’re in the hotel we jump in the bed as soon as possible (bear in mind; months of foreplay). I come way before him, while caressing myself during the sex. I start sucking him off and it doesn’t take very long for him to come.
Visiting a friend up in north of England. We go to a house party and I end up bringing a very cute guy back to my friend’s house at 9am (we grab a taxi and I run into the shop to buy more wine and condoms. Needless to say – I’ve had classier moments). Note
to self; drunken sex is never as fun as you expect. Exhausted from many hours of partying, we didn’t even go beyond the standard missionary and to even think about climaxing is a joke.
I realise the condom broke the night before. I am on the pill so am not worried about pregnancy and the STI fear hasn’t kicked in yet.
STI fear kicks in.
Got myself tested. Even if I haven’t got the results yet it’s a big relief.