AGONY IS BROUGHT TO YOU IN ASSOCIATION
I HAVE never been a fan of muscle-bound guys, so when my aunt asked me to go to a male strip show with her and a few of her dubious mates, I wasn’t all that keen.
But the show started up and I have to say I was a lot more impressed than I thought I’d be.
And after a couple of drinks, and egged on by my aunt’s pals, I started flashing my tits.
One of the hunks got me on stage and started rubbing oil on my breasts and his cock in my face.
With all the crowd cheering I was getting pretty turned on and started to give his willy a lick.
That sent the crowd wild and I didn’t mind when one of the strippers pulled down my satin trousers and started licking up and down my thighs.
Later, backstage, I pulled my pants to one side and guided his length in my sopping fanny.
As soon as I felt his cock inside me I had an orgasm. Since then my boyfriend can’t compare to riding a hunky male stripper.
What can I do? HJ, Liverpool WELL, for a start you might want to consider getting out a bit more! NICE weather means lots of cycling for me – and I have been exercising regularly of late.
When I come home, all hot and sweaty after a ride, my wife joins me in the shower and we have great, soapy sex together, with her lathering up my pump before we jump in the saddle.
But bonking seems to ruin my fixed training regime and after a marathon session with the missus, my personal best times are always a little slower.
Any advice? TV, Lancs PUT the bike away and keep fit by shagging your lovely wife.