Aduly Story Time UK

In London dating probably occurs as frequently as children are born - which is super fast. Actually, maybe there's a connection between date rates and birth rates in London - who knows? That's a nice little project for all those scientists out there, plus I'm not even charging for the idea. I'm generous like that - especially on Saturdays!

I wonder how many people who go on dates actually keep in touch with each other afterwards. I wonder how many get beyond the first hour of their first date. Hmm.There are quite a few of my exes that I still keep in touch with. I managed to be friends with most of them even after splitting up. However, I can't say there's one I've been in Touch with recently now, though. But, every now and again, I'll get a call from one and we'll have a good chinwag.The best thing I liked about being in a relationship wasn't the nookie (though that was nice - erm, most of the time). What I liked a lot was the things we did that didn't lead to sex - the random hug, the playfulness, the holding of hands. I like/d stuff like that. The body needs loving, but so does the heart. And when the two are in sync, my body becomes more susceptible to my partner, more sensitive to even the lightest touch over my nipples.

Now, a sexual hug is nice too. Very nice. When I was much younger, I once climaxed just by holding onto my boyfriend really tight. That was nice. It felt like doing yoga in a hot sweaty room. Lovely.Talking about lovers, I've come to the conclusion that even if I get married, I will have a lover, particularly a female lover. I won't sneak around or anything. My husband would know. It's just that I can't imagine myself staying physically committed to one man or one woman for the rest of my life. I'd like to nourish the other side of my bisexuality. I'd consider sticking sexually to one person if they were androgynous. One of my ex-boyfriends was like that. He had man boobs. I found that appealing as it made me feel I was with a woman. He would have made for an interesting Husband. He had a really nice butt too that was kinda womanly, so for me, that was extra cherry on top for lil ole bisexual me!

Ah well, it didn't last which was a shame as we both loved each other very much. Sometimes, love isn't enough, ey? Not even the best Hug in the world can save a relationship. He's one of the very few people I could see as a potential husband. Knowing my free-spirited nature, it's quite rare that I'd feel that way about someone.