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Coupling Part II - The Confessor

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The interview had gone well and I was contacted again soon after to confirm my new position.  Apparently I was to be given a few weeks off, but I was put on stand-by that my services would soon be required again and I was to stay in training.  Luckily I was playing football every weekend and was fit…….I needed to be.

A few weeks later I was contacted by Tony and asked if I was available to come and spend some more time at the palace.  Apparently Debbie was very keen to get to know me better.  The prospect was very pleasing and I was full of lustful anticipation.

The second meeting was even more intense than the first especially because after a drink downstairs I was invited to the conjugal bedroom which was as opulent as the capacious living room.  ... [more]

Coupling Pt1

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I was slowly becoming more confident.  The things that had happened to date were so thrilling but they were definitely not the standard reference points for any man’s natural development into adulthood.  I had inadvertently stumbled into a world where the normal motivations for sex had become blurred by the sheer thrill and excitement of illicit, pre-planned sex in unusual and extremely erotic situations.  This had set rather a high bar and, in the high jump of life, the height only goes up as the competition intensifies………

Things were also progressing well career-wise.  I ran a number of successful campaigns and had been promoted.  I now had a company car and was much more flexible.  I was still incompetent at trying to form norma ... [more]

Sure Shot

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I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to surpass my antics in Middle England.  There was a reflective glow of lurid excitement which enthralled me every time I thought back over these tumultuous events.  But like all animals one banquet, however replenishing, is never enough.  All it does is sharpen your appetite for another.

I had a number of unanswered letters to prospective lovers still in play.  I learned later that these advertisements sometimes garnered hundreds of replies.  Many immediately discarded, while a few were put into a holding pattern while all options were considered.  About half never received replies.  The majority of the remainder were polite refusals with only a very small percentage offering any hope of an illicit meeting.&nb ... [more]

Road Trip

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The events of that momentous Friday night stayed with me for a long time.  At such a young age you don’t think that you might just have had the most exhilarating and sexually-charged night of your life.  It was certainly a high bar but, fuelled by the giddy excitement, I viewed it as only the start.  What was beyond dispute was that the adrenalin produced by such a hedonistic encounter was irresistible and addictive.  Whether this thrill was to damage my pure and normalised romantic sensibilities was not something to debate now.  Many years later I was to re-visit this, but at this juncture I was way too enthralled to resist further temptation.  I had experienced the irresistible appeal of sexual inhibition and it seemed way too alluring to let go now.

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The Silent Witness

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To say I was excited was an understatement.  The mixture of excitement and adrenalin is always powerful, especially when you don’t know what’s going to happen next.  I truly had no idea where this was leading.  All I knew was that finding out was going to be fun.  Little did I know what lay ahead.

We moved away from the counter and settled in the middle of the throng of drinkers who occupied the main bar while holding our drinks.  There were no seats so we stood facing each other closely hemmed in by people on all sides.  This proved to be beneficial (and I suspect deliberate) as we were pressed closely together.  I was engulfed by her sweet scent and was aware of a certain conductivity that flowed between us.  Eye contact, flesh contac ... [more]

Distance Learning

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I became more proficient at letter writing.  I concentrated on the detail that was relevant and wrote with more confidence.  I was earnest, honest and descriptive.  I never tried to be someone I wasn’t and at least I could spell.  I reckoned this counted for something, even if my hand-writing was still that of a retarded spider.  To be honest this was probably my downfall and explained why I never had any replies.  A man shouldn’t be judged on his hand-writing alone, but there must have been some doubt about whether this man wasn’t under-age and still in the bottom grade of hand-writing school.  The enclosed photo, therefore, assumed massive importance.  This was something I never changed.  I was confident that looking very ple ... [more]

Just Swell...

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After Annabel I needed to get my breath back.  Although, to be honest, I arrived home every evening hoping that there’d be a letter on the mat inviting me back to her ideal home.  But every night I was disappointed.  With more experience it became apparent that such encounters were fuelled by the illicit excitement of ‘sex with a stranger’.  Once you’d met for the first time you were never a stranger again.  One of life’s truisms…..you can only ever meet someone for the first time once.  After that it’s never the unknown again.

I worked hard and loved my job.  Several months went by and it was summer.  I deserved a holiday.  Something never affordable before.  Some friends booked a villa holiday ... [more]

The Ideal Home Show

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I arrived back home after 18 months away. Life was hard. I was very unsettled and had wanderlust. The excitement of new experiences every day, a nirvana lifestyle and an outdoor tropical existence had changed my outlook. Being back in the UK didn’t seem attractive from any angle. I had no job, no money and my sun tan was fading fast. I was miserable. I dreamed of flying 12,000 miles back to where I’d just come back from every day for 6 months. I had it bad. Really bad.

I gave myself until September to get a job that would excite me enough to compensate for what I’d left behind. I was living back in the family home and, hard as everyone tried to help me settle back into my previous life, I had grown up and changed. I really struggled to find myself. I felt like a lost so ... [more]

The Chinese Lottery - The Confessor - Part 19

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Crestfallen, but not entirely surprised, I walked back to my hotel through the woods.  I was feeling the victim of a Chinese game of dares.  I guessed that I was just an amusement.  It would have taken something extraordinary for anything to happen with a group of four friends.  Who would have broken ranks and made a move?  For some reason I felt sad, but I was a realist.  I went to bed still feeling a little disappointed and fell into a fitful sleep.

I have no idea how long I was asleep.  Possibly not long.  What I was certain of was that the hotel phone by the bed was ringing.  In my somnolent state I managed to pluck the receiver from the base and mumbled a hello.  A chirpy female Chinese lady asked if I was OK and whether I’d li ... [more]

The Confessort Part 18- Tea Dancing

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I was now in my mid-20’s and probably at my peak.  Whatever that means.  I was well over six feet tall, athletic, dark blond hair, blue eyes, strong, toned and had been worshipped by the sun for nearly 18 months.  I wasn’t an Adonis but I was about as physically refined as I was ever going to be.  I was also more confident and reassured than previously.  My time in school, university, employment and now on the road had given me a quiet confidence and some presence.  I was still insecure about my looks, but I knew I could get by……..All of which was about to pay dividends…..I was about to win the lottery.  Luckily I’d remembered to tick the box for no publicity.

I was staying in an isolated hotel right on one of the ... [more]

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