
Good morning from a busy cafe in a wet and cool regional city, a 90-minute drive from our home. I have made an error, and we have arrived 30 minutes before the allocated time. Giving me time to have some thoughts and type out some ideas and reflections. The night before consisted of a gathering in a three-bedroom hotel apartment. About twenty people gathered in varying stages of undress and entertained themselves like adults.
The first part of my evening was following familiar paths. I found myself on a bed naked with a man a little younger than me. He was reasonably attractive, bald, and slightly awkward. Yeh I have a type. We enjoyed a good session. I messed up one bed and my skin was tingly. I could have done that a few more times with a few more similar men. Sadly, there weren’t any more of those. I wasn’t interested in compromising, so I found myself in the kitchen chatting with a curvy lady with a nice butt and cute boobs.
I explained my pansexuality to her. She agreed. We had our arms around each other the whole time. Our naked boobs were touching as we kissed a couple of times. Then I was on another bed with my face between her legs. Several scream the house down orgasms later we had attracted a few spectators. It has been a while since I indulged in this kind of thing, but I enjoyed trying different techniques and pushing her higher and higher. During the last part of the journey a train formed with her husband at one end and The Ex-Policeman behind me. A small hotel room was not an ideal place for this to happen, but we managed. I messed up another bed.
Sorry, not sorry.
And now it is Sunday. I have not had enough sleep, I need to get organised for school tomorrow and all I can think about is being fucked into the middle of next week by a couple of awkward, bald guys with gym-toned bodies. I think Week 4 will be a slow start.


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