Forget I said anything! Just read my blog today and be happy - it will get your sexual fantasies working overtime!
The story so far: I am stuck in a sexless marriage and have been for 4 years. I am really depressed to the point of being suicidal, but see no real way out. At this point something bizarre happens. So bizarre you will probably be thinking "Oh come on now Ryan, you're making this up!". But God really does seem to move in mysterious ways sometimes, that's the only way I can explain it.
What happens is that I have to go to a training course in a hotel in London for a week. The training course splits us more senior guys up to act as mentors to a group of six young lads and girls in their teens/early twenties. Most of these young people I have met before at work, but I don't know them that well. The course is a good laugh. The young lads are trying to chat up the girls but they aren't really having any of it. They have heard it all before. There is a lot of flirting going on and some of this is directed at me. I join in but I'm pretty cool about it, being as I'm married and not intending to make anything of it. The flirting is just a game anyway, nobody means anything by it, we all know the rules.
By the end of the week we are all pretty friendly. I take the group to the hotel bar and we all have a giggle and a few drinks. Towards the end of the evening the cutest girl there makes an outright pass at me making it clear she wants to spend the night with me, telling me she has fancied me for months. She is obviously highly sexually aroused - her lips have filled out, her cheeks are flushed - she's looking sexy as hell. I tell her "Look, you're a really gorgeous girl but I'm married so lets not, OK". I am trying to say "Piss of you silly girl" in a polite, gentlemanly way but she seems to read it as "I fancy the pants of you and I'm dying to shag you as long as my wife doesn't find out". Anyway, its all a bit embarrassing now so I wander off to talk with the senior managers and the girl disappears. I go back to my room after an hour or so, having had quite a few beers. I enter the room and walk towards the bed and as I do so I hear quick footsteps from the bathroom and the door latch click into place. I swing around in a panic and what do I see? The girl that made a pass at me is now standing in my locked room wearing sexy underwear, stockings, suspenders, high heels. She is absolutely stunning - my eyes pop out my head and my jaw drops to the floor. I get as far as saying "what the f--" when she strides over, wraps her arms around my neck grabbing the back of my hair as she does so, and sticks her tongue down my throat. She pushes me back against a nearby cupboard and continues grinding against me. My mind is racing, I'm thinking "What the hells this about? What's going on? This shouldn't be happening! This can't be happening! Nothing like this EVER happens to me! This only happens in films with Michael Douglas! Is it dangerous? I'm out of my comfort zone here! I don't know I really want this - I'm a married man! Help! I think I'm being sexually assaulted!".
Well, technically this is a kind of sexual assault as I don't really want this to happen, but after 4 years with no contact with a woman at all there is only so much temptation a red-bloooded man can take. As the adrenaline and hormones kick in and the alcohol wears off I fuck the poor girl as hard as ever I can for about 4 or 5 hours non-stop. I don't think she really knows what hit her - she isn't actually that sexually experienced even though she had the self-confidence to buy my room key off the chap at the reception desk of the hotel. After so much hard sex my dick literally has blisters so at this point I stop and we fall asleep in each others arms for a couple of hours.
...what happens next? More soon....
