Someone I met recently inspired me to live without fear or shame and by my own rules.

But as a middle aged 7/10, that’s quite hard to achieve so instead I’ll share some stories from my mediocre past sex life.

I’ve written before about Erica, and how her temper (and leaping to the wrong conclusion) led to me getting a public handjob.

Turns out, her anger was not slow to fade. 48 hours, and two flights, later, she was still a off with me. Even as a student I knew when to tread on eggshells, and I was definitely treading lightly. I mean, being falsely accused of going off with some girl had gotten me a frantic handjob, so I felt like I was already cheating the system. No point pushing my luck, I thought.

So imagine my surprise when she calls me to tell me that she’s coming over to my student halls to see me. I knew something was up; an odd quirk of the halls meant that girls were not allowed above the ground floor. So I knew she meant business and I was braced for the worst.

Turns out, it was the wrong person bracing.

As she arrived, she came in, sat down and said nothing. I rather sheepishly waited for an explosion, but said nothing.

“I’m still upset”, said Erica.

So imagine my surprise as she just starts to get undressed. Naked, she walks over to me and starts to undress me. Not flirtatiously. Not sensuously. Not playfully. But angrily. Pulling at my clothes and dropping them on the floor.

There’s not a word spoken as she pulls me over to the bed and bends over on all fours in front of me. I slide in - she’s clearly wound up and ready to go. And as I take her, I can feel her bracing against my cock. She’s tiny compared to me and each time I push into her she rocks forward, her head hanging down.

Not two minutes have passed when she finally says something.

“I want you to fuck my arse”.

She doesn’t look up. She doesn’t look back. She still sounds angry, although I am certain neither of us at this point knows whether she is and why.

Oh, but I’m too smart to risk an argument. If the lady wants her rectum filled, the lady gets her rectum filled.

I try to get up from the bed to help lubricate the process, but she grabs my arm, wordlessly, and pulls me back. She beds her back to aim her brown hole at me. I press against her and she wriggles and pushes back, hard. She doesn’t relent until she has taken me in. It’s only the second time we - or she - has used the back entrance.

I’m still not sure what’s going on. Is this punishment or an apology?

So I am going super slow on her dry backside. And then she finally makes eye contact.

“Do me harder”

So I start to build up a rhythm, and even at a slow jog, tiny Erica is getting rocked forward with each thrust, her head dropping then her jerking it back up. Still, it’s not enough.

“No. Harder!”

I pick it up a bit.

“I want harder!”

Ok, I guess in for a penny, in for a pound (you’ll excuse the pun)

So I use all of my 100kg rugby playing body to pound her as hard as I can. Now come the low moans from the bottom of her stomach, as she collapses under the weight and the force. It’s probably best that it didn’t last much longer until I filled her up and collapsed beside her.

I can still remember years later the look on her face when she turned back towards me. And I am still not closer to figuring out who was getting punished.