Me and Mike

I like to fuck. I always have. Sex is almost a sport for me which, believe it or not, can cause problems in a relationship. Most of my past relationships have ended because my partner became intimidated by my desire for sex. Well, not just my desire for sex, but my need for creativity and ingenuity. Anyone can lie down and get fucked. But where’s the fun in that? There are so many positions to explore, so many angles and so very many options for toys if that’s your thing.

Toys. Yep, I also like toys. And vid’s. I like multiple points of stimulation, any points. The more senses involved in the act the better. Tony had a problem with videos. I tried to teach him how to enjoy a good porno and not be intimidated by the guy with the ‘hours long’ hard on. But he never got it. Tony was a good lover. Certainly not the most creative or the bravest but he had a great cock and it hit all my happy places. But he just couldn’t get into the videos. Too bad for Tony, we were a good fit except for that.

Then there was Grant. Now there was a guy who could fuck. He was like a machine. He turned me inside out with his stamina and tricks. Oh ya, Grant knew some good tricks but he abhorred toys. How anyone can hate a dildo like that I’ll never understand. It’s a piece of rubber for god's sake! He especially hated my anal toys. He said either my toys went or he went. I actually thought about if for about a second before I took back my house key.

Oh, and I dated a woman named Janna once. Well of course I’m bi! Someone who has a drive like mine and a taste for experimentation is rarely a single system user. Janna was great, a total wild thing. She like toys, vid’s and sex. She liked to fuck as much as me, only she had trouble with the whole monogamy thing. Now I like sex and I’m all for a three way or even an orgy, but in a committed relationship I’m a one partner kind of woman. Janna however, had other ideas. Many many… many other ideas.

Once just after college, I lived in an old Victorian house with several apartments on each of the three stories. The largest floor, the second, had two studios and a tiny two bedroom apartment. Brooke, a gal pal of mine from school and I rented the two bedroom figuring we could make the rent with our crappy jobs until our educations got us the big ticket jobs we were destined for. Well, the big jobs didn’t come as quickly as we imagined and we had to rent that second room out. Enter Kyle. Brooke and I shared one room, Kyle took the other.

Brooke and I both had the hots for Kyle but we’d been friends for years and we’d long ago agreed to never fight over a man. So like the educated mature women we were, we asked Kyle if he’d like to be our lover for as long as it worked out. Like any healthy red blooded man, he literally fell to his knees before us and thanked god for his good fortune.

For as long as it worked out turned out to be about six months. Now, I’m happy to say, Brooke and Kyle live in the burbs with 2.8 kids, a golden retriever, and a mini van. We’re still close, just not close like that anymore. I’m the godmother to their kids and we spend every Thanksgiving together.

I’ve been through some men in my life and some women too but I’ve never thought of myself as a tramp or a whore. Those labels are for other people. Me, I just know what I like and want and I am self possessed and confident enough to know how to get it. So no, I don’t take to nasty labels.

That’s what I told Mike when we met at the adult store uptown seven years ago. We both walked up to the counter with the same video in one hand and the new Hustler in the other. What can I say; it was sex at first sight. He rented the vid and I bought the mag.

We have a lot of fun together Mike and I. He gets me; toys, videos, wildly experimental sex… and all. Ya, he totally gets me. We’ve been an exclusive thing since we met. This is not to say we don’t still fuck other people, we do, we just always do it together.

What can I say, I like to fuck and I finally found me a guy that can keep up.