Since Fifty Shades hit the scene, I’m pretty
sure every guy out there wants to be a Christian Grey, and I guess women out
there are looking for their own Grey-some adventures.
That, I deduced from what Izzy shared with me, and it appears some dude at the uni tried to coax her into
becoming his own Anastasia Steele.
Except he doesn’t know of course she already has her own secret lover. Yet
somehow, there was something fascinating and strangely erotic hearing her talk
about how the other guy tried to charm her into becoming his latest
conquest—especially if the revelation came as part of the tete-a-tete following
our own tryst in bed.
Admittedly, she’d locked lips with him,
and the dude had his hands up her skirt and rubbing at her most intimate parts.
She’d gotten wet, and he’d probably had his way with her if not for the very
anti-climatic moment of her phone going off, and banker-boyfriend was on the
phone to ask if she’d been a good girl studying for her exams.
I found it all intriguing, yet such a
huge turn-on at the same time: she was making out with another guy behind her
boyfriend’s back, and afterward, being aroused but having pushed the guy away,
she came to yours truly, and we had raw sex for both our pleasure.
There’s a little sense of jealousy I
admit because she’s such a beautiful thing to have and to fuck, but nothing too
serious, because we have our own little arrangements without her getting too
sticky to me. I guess I’m just the easiest part of the whole picture, really,
and I do enjoy the benefits that come along with it, even if just for a brief
moment.
Meanwhile, I have in turn recently
re-learnt just how nice it is to be a sub in my relationship with cougar-babe
Bru. It’s all become a vicious cycle of kinky gratuitous sex, role-play, discreet
affairs and marshmallow saccharine cuddling with the women I’m with all rolled
into one, yet strangely there’s nothing complicated at all to the whole thing.
I can’t explain it, really, but all I know is that there’s probably still room
for some more, knowing me.
There are after all many more hours in a
week than just fifty shades of one colour. *grins*
