Sunday, 31 January 2010


Mr X, dispite the amount I loved him (or should that be thought I loved him), had a little performance related problem, which has since known by me and quite a few others as THE FLOPPY PROBLEM!

I spent a lot of time soul searching, all kinds of things going through my head, wondering if it was me, was I not sexy enough? After all I had only had sex with one other person in quite a long time, maybe I had got so used to being with FBD, that I just wasn't doing it for Mr X. After all I knew he could get hard, I had seen pictures and videos that he had sent me of him playing with his 'rock hard 8 inches' (as he called it.) Although looking back on it, with hindsight and combined with the shall we say visual reminders I was treated to just before the big reveal, it possibly wasn't that hard! And the one (yes that is ONE) that looked quite convincing could have possibly have been an old clip.

After a couple of faltering attempts of actually trying to have sex, I began to realise that despite the various excuses he came up with and yes there were lots of excuses, which at first I thought it was just nerves after a few weeks I had to admit that there was indeed a problem.

A couple of times he did manage to get hard enough to fuck me, however this usually involved me dressing up in full fuck me kit, knee high boots, fishnets and basque was his favourite, but even then I could have spent hours bouncing up and down on his cock, (as if he could stay hard for that long), but there was no way he was going to cum. No matter what we were doing, even if it was one of my awesome blow job's (as named by a friend or two lol), no matter how I was trying to stimulate him, the only way he could cum, was with his cock in his hand! And even then it took rather a long time and looked like he was going to have a heart attack or something. I've seen some dodgy cum faces in my time, but his face was just a picture of desperation.

Now call me stupid, although in all fairness and defence to my own stupidity or was it innocence, at this point I didn't know about the wife at home. I was under the perhaps stupid impression that the probem could have been down to the fact that having been on his own for a while and being like myself highly sexed, he had spent a hell of a lot of time wanking and that he just had to get used to being with someone again. I had heard of this happening to guys that indulge in too much self pleasure, they get used to doing it a certain way and after a while nothing else will do it for them. But now with the benefit of hindsight maybe this was the problem at home, if he had a 'little' problem, maybe rather than admitting it to himself, he blamed his wife, she didn't do it for him anymore, so time to look elsewhere!

I spent a lot of time trying to find a solution. I thought that maybe we could try spicing it up by watching some of his favourite porn. This way I could maybe see what it was that really did it for him. It was then that the full picture started to become aparent. I soon starting to think that the problem may in fact be down to the kind of thing he was watching whilst wanking 'Harmony I love getting fucked in the Ass' springs to mind immediately. Now don't get me wrong, I am a very open and liberal person, up for trying out most things, but the kind of porn he was watching was rather extreme and although I had already received a little taster for his fondness of anal, it was only then that I realised just how much this appealed to him, every DVD in his collection had an element of anal involvement.

It wasn't just that, but the fact that it was all very brutal, maybe that's a strong word to use, but to me there is no enjoyment whatsoever in watching a woman getting used and abused by a man, when she looks like she's really not enjoying it.

Now there is a lot more to the Mr X story than I have revealed before, I wasn't the only 'other woman' and the irony of it all the other, other woman is actually an old friend of mine. When I started to have my doubts about his life, I started delving a little deeper, its amazing what you can find out from facebook! I suddenly had the realisation that maybe he was seeing her as well and an email soon confirmed this.

In a weird way I have to thank him for bringing an old friend back into my life, and do you know what? The more I chatch up with her and get to know her again, I begin to realise that there is a reason that he liked both of us so much, we are so very very similar!

So much so that she has read this blog, something that even my best friend hasn't done, she feels that it's just too personal, but the other woman can see it and appreciate it for what it is, and I have a sneaky suspision that her mind could be as dirty as mine! I know as if that's possible, two of us.

This Friday over a cuppa we had a good old giggle and chat about all kinds of things, much to the wonderment of the poor plumber who was there putting in her new bathroom sink and got asked the now immortal question 'Are you into anal sex then Paul?' Poor sod he nearly chocked on his cuppa. This was us drinking tea, hate to think what the conversation would be like with alcohol!

Anyway despite everything that happened, we have become great friends again and we couldn't help but talk about the floppy problem. I was curious to find out whether it had happened to her as well, maybe I was just trying to still reasure myself that the problem wasn't me, but it definately wasnt! Her descriptions of him laying in bed furiously trying to get hard, whilst she lay there wondering if he would notice if she got up and made a cup of tea!

We were sitting there crying with laughter at the idea of him sitting there with his cock in his hand, furiously wanking the look of desperation on his face and pouring with sweat. You could see the look of wonderment on his face when it did get hard for a brief few minutes and he tried to convince himself how ever briefly that he was fixed!

The moral of my tale today people, is that no matter how frustrating, some good came from a really bad situation, I have a few things to thanks him for really, thanks to him I discovered my inner minx and her name is Lola. I have met a few people that I want to stay in touch with forever. One who makes my tummy flutter and want to do extremely dirty things to him. I have re-connected with a very good and when I think back much missed friend. The irony of it all is that in the long run, it's looks like the player is the only looser!


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