I need the real thing
I’M a 35-year-old woman and I have just sold my IT business. But although I enjoyed building the firm and travelling, I missed out on men.
I had the odd fling, but now when I’m loaded the one thing I don’t have is a fella. I’ve got by lately with a selection of dildos, but there’s nothing like the real thing.
Then it struck me that I had a man on hand – my handyman, a fit six-footer with rippling muscles.
The next time he called I greeted him scantilly dressed. I blatantly told him that just looking at him made me horny.
He got the message and I led him to my bedroom. His hands wandered over my body, caressing every inch and probing my pussy.
For the next two hours it was pure lust as we rolled about, f***ing until we both orgasmed.
The next time he came to visit I gave him a little present – a watch – and he more than repaid me between the sheets.
But now I wonder if I should try to find a man to settle down with.
YT, North London
YOUR handyman seems a real catch, why not stick with him?