It never ceases to amaze me just how much variety there is out there in the world of love, friendship, fucking and the rest of it!
About a year ago, just after I'd started whoring, I ran an ad to find some photographers to take some photos for me - kinky, classy, naked, sexy...a whole mix. I didn't tell them I was wanting them to use for paid sex work cause I knew they'd charge a fortune. Instead I offered a kinda quid pro quo making it into a bit of a scene/fantasy with potential for all sorts of fun in return for copyright and professional work.
I booked a penthouse suite, organised three different photographers and had the wildest weekend. One was strictly professional - didn't even seem turned on, just wanted practice with nude models. Some nice arty shots there that really made me see the beauty of a BBW through someone else's eyes. Another was an old guy who kinda enjoyed the kink of a young curvy model rolling around naked but knew I didn't want him to touch me cause the age difference was simply too much.
Third guy was an ex-baseballer turned fashion photographer (for realz) and game for some play. Ended up an amazing photo shoot and then some of the kinkiest, hottest sex. Mmmm..
I've seen him a couple of times over the year since but the sex has been vanilla. He's much too turned on by the idea of me, and kink, and fun...so when he arrives we don't actually follow through on our ideas cause he's too quick to fall back on basic sex stuff just to get off. It was getting a bit frustrating really since I rated him only average in bed, and average in looks - and all a bit of a let down from the first time.
Until Friday. He had a spare afternoon, I'd gone home from dayjob early and found an email from him saying he was at a bit of a loose end.
Oh my...he'd got fat, a real case of broad-shouldered, ex-sports star turning to solid beer drinking probably. And he'd grown a beard. He looked like a "man's man" I guess you'd say. Reminded me of an Alaskan fisherman type look. Rugged. Masculine.
Not ever a look I thought I'd be hot for, but given I've mostly slept with geeks, nerds, younger men or corporate types, it suddenly dawned on me how much I did want a grizzly bear in bed, love handles, back hair, beard, grunting and all.
Since we're pretty comfortable in bed these days the conversation flowed, I asked him for what I wanted and we went at it. It was great, and fun, and lighthearted but also very, very hot when I squinted and imagined my Alaskan fantasy. There really is a lot going for a big solid guy I think.
Of course afterwards he ruined it all by talking too much. I'd forgotten that part of the deal. He is a boring, crappy, repetitive, storyteller, obsessed with his own good self and adventures.
I should have warned him the only stories I wanted were about trawlers and big catches and perfect storms.
Made me realise how lucky I am that I can enjoy some time with him, not be married to him, not even be in love with him. For if I was forced to sit across the dinner table with him night after night I'd surely stab myself in the thigh with my fork - just to relieve the boredom.