Naughty,bad chat rooms
A while back,someone mentioned our Gorean friends,the real nutcases of BDSM.I used to be mates with an American lass who was into it and had even had a real life Gorean relationship with a bloke,to the extent of her having to walk behind him in public to show her subservience.Anyway,she introduced me to a woman from the Midlands who was into the scene.We spoke,cybered,all that fun stuff and to cut it short,eventually decided to meet.Now comes the fun bit.She was a big woman.That much I knew from a picture she sent.I was in a dry spell and have always taken the view that given a new opportunity,I'll have a little dabble and see if its worth doing again.She was also married.Her husband was also into the Gorean stuff,taking the role of a Master.Again,new experience and all that,besides which,I'd be lying if I didn't get a bit of a kick out of the prospect of banging someone's Mrs on the sly.
Now comes the really fun bit.She's a former junkie/booze-hound who goes to meetings.As her husband is going to be at home when I visit, (madness I know!) ,I have to pretend to be an ex junkie myself,having met her at a Narcotics Anonymous meeting.The pretext is that I'm visiting her and attending a meeting there.
Anyway,I arrive,having fallen asleep on the train and missed the station once,and she's far bigger than you can possibly imagine,Darth.Still,I'm there and I think she's up for it.In person she's about as far from her online subservient persona as it gets.Also fine,as I wasn't expecting the whole slave treatment.We get to her house and I meet her husband.No way on God's green earth is this a Dom.He's one of the most nerdy chinless wonders I've ever seen.I was my nice,polite self and an uneventful night was had.
Next day,he's at work and she and I went out and about,shopping etc,still nothing overtly sexual happening.That evening,when we're out,ostensibly at a meeting,but really going for a meal,she stops in a lay-by,to "look at the clouds."
Yeah right.She was wanting a portion.We kissed for a bit and I got as far as ladling her frankly enormous jugs out and giving them some attention.I must add at this time that is was still light and by no means a secluded lay-by.It was right at the side of an A road.I'm a bad,bad exhibitionist boy.After a while,we repair to a restaurant.I had a beer,which I think went down a bit badly,what with her addiction problems.During the meal,she proceeds to tell me that she would tell her husband what happened if he were to ask.Wonderful,I think.I'm going to end up getting stabbed by King Dork.But then,I could still get my end away,so I'd risk it.
When we got back,she told me he was asleep upstairs,so we got hot and heavy in the living room.In retrospect,we were very loud.She told me that her husband only had a small dick (as big as her index finger) and couldn't satisfy her,sort of thing.We didn't go the whole way,so I went to bed with an uneasy combination of extreme horniness and lying awake listening for an angry husband descending the stairs.Fortunately,I lived.The next day,he went to work early,but she and I both slept in,so we again didn't seal our unholy union,as I had a train to catch home.We did plan to meet again,although it never did quite work out.She did tell me though that the night after we got back to her's and were getting down to it,he wasn't sleeping,but was upstairs listening.I imagine he was fwapping himself blind.Its probably good we didn't meet again.God knows what I'd've ended up involved in.Probably being watched by him from the wardrobe.Shit.Now I think of it,the dirty bastard probably had a hidden camera on us.I feel soiled.
Oh.I had more length/girth than him.His wife told me.
(archroy Get down wi' yer bad self., Tue 21 Mar 2006, 20:46, Reply)