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I've been in a long-distance relationship for six years — I don't want to commit
Welcome to How I Do It, the series in which we give you a seven-day sneak peek into the sex life of a stranger. This week we hear from Braxton*, 37, a high school teacher and freelance writer living in Phoenix, Arizona. He met his partner, 42-year-old Hannah*, in March 2019 when they both lived in Portland, and the pair have been on and off for the past six years. 'We have at times dated other people, and since I moved from Portland to Chicago in 2020 for graduate school, we see each other only a few times a year, usually around Thanksgiving and Christmas,' Braxton tells Metro. 'Because we're very different (in our habits, in our social and political outlooks), we aren't compatible enough to live together, and we don't consider ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend. 'I tried meeting women in Arizona through Tinder and Bumble, but I've only been physically intimate with Hannah the past two years.' The pair talk a lot on the phone and like to meet up when Hannah travels from her home in Nevada back to Portland for work, usually booking a hotel together. 'A big part of our relationship is laughing and being silly,' adds Braxton. 'When we aren't together, Hannah masturbates, but I haven't in four years, to focus on writing.' As you can imagine, there's some pent up sexual tension. So without further ado, here's how Braxton got on this week… Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! The following sex diary is, as you might imagine, not safe for work . My day begins at a hotel in downtown Phoenix, where I've been covering a fan convention for a local independent weekly since Friday. I pack up, and take a rideshare thirty miles out into the suburbs, where I live. I go to the gym shortly after returning home, then work on my articles and pack until late evening. Hannah calls at about 9pm, having just checked into the Portland hotel where we're about spend the week together (she paid for this, since my teacher's salary means even paying for food during the trip will be more than I can afford). While I pack, we talk about our intentions to try having sex in the car, which we've never done. I ask which outfits she's bringing, and she's not sure since she's gained a lot of weight in the last two years, so a lot of her clothes don't fit anymore. When Hannah asks what I think about her weight gain, I say it's fine; I like squeezing her 'jelly' (her word) while we're having sex. But the more nuanced answer is she's less visually attractive now compared to a few years ago. However, there's something primal and satisfying about grabbing her large bottom, feeling her large, heavy breasts smashing into my face and her big thighs wrapped around me. On the call, Hannah gets aroused talking about it, and we laugh about how she has gotten wet enough that she has to change clothes after the call. I arrive in Portland at 9.30am and pick up the rental car. I've packed about three dozen absorbent incontinence pads, which we put down during sex because Hannah gets wet and squirts when aroused and orgasming. When we meet that evening, we kiss briefly in the parking lot and drive back to the hotel. She's wearing a denim dress, and I feel her bare leg up while driving. Back at the hotel, Hannah showers and comes into the room with a towel wrapped around. She suggests I mash her breasts (I say mash because she likes it vigorous and doesn't like the word fondle, which she thinks sounds like a molestation word) through the towel and we see how long we can hold off before having sex. We turn to face the mirror while I do just that. After a few minutes, Hannah puts some pads on the floor, and places one leg up on the bed as I reach around and finger her from behind. After she comes, she places more fresh pads on on the bed, lies on her back, and asks me to give it to her. She places a vibrating cock ring between us, though not over my penis because we find this setup awkward. I begin slowly and speed up when she asks me to finish inside her, which I do. We lie there for a few minutes before Hannah gets up to shower and I wipe myself down. After Hannah showers, we sit on the bed, and as we're eating dinner, she tells me how she lost her virginity at 36, on Easter Sunday. It's not the first time we've spoken about it and I know she waited because of her family's conservative values and her self-consciousness. Hannah, as is her habit, has set several morning alarms. We wake and cuddle. I'm tired and not getting much of an erection; Hannah says she's aroused, but isn't getting wet and either forgot to pack lube or has already misplaced it. She gets on top with her breasts in my face, then switch to me on top with her legs wrapped around my back and me feeling at her thighs. Afterwards, we realise we'd neglected to put a pad down, so when we get up, there's a wet spot on the sheets. Hannah asks me to drop her off close to her office, but not right at the door, because she doesn't want her colleagues to ask questions. During the day I buy some supplies at Target (including lube and nail polish remover) and meet my parents – who are on their way to the airport for a trip to Europe – for a late lunch. I pick Hannah up from work, then we drive to a nearby strip mall so she can look for clothes, before we get takeout and head back to the hotel. We were planning on driving to a secluded area after sunset have sex in the rental car, but Hannah goes out to call her friends, and I stay in the room to read. She's gone long enough that I drift off. She comes in late and very high, touching my penis roughly, in a way that isn't sexy. She talks manically and nonsensically for half an hour, so we call off having sex and go to sleep. We talk very little in the morning as I drop Hannah off at her office. I meet a friend at the park in the afternoon and don't leave to pick up Hannah until after 5pm, so she meets me at the hotel. We talk about the previous night, with me explaining how unsettling it is to be around her when she's high and that the way she touches me is unpleasant. She tears up and asks if we should get separate rooms or if I feel safe. I say that's unnecessary but that I don't feel sexy and don't want to have sex tonight. We wake at one of Hannah's earlier alarms and cuddle. She starts rubbing my chest, then asks me to take off my shorts so she can go lower. I remove the shorts, and she starts stroking my penis with lube. I'm soon erect, and she gets on top, asking if I like all that jelly — I say I do. After she comes, she gets on her back and wraps her legs around my back until I do too. I pick Hannah up after work and we return to the hotel to change before driving to a large independent bookstore downtown, stopping to pick up takeout on the way. We discuss trying to find a good car sex spot tonight, but I feel restless having not read or written much today. We go back to the hotel, where I read and Hannah putters around the room, before going to sleep without having sex, which is fine by me. Today is our last full day together. We have a morning bonk, doing the same positions as yesterday. After stopping at Starbucks and make some double entendre jokes about vegan sausages and venti drinks, I drop her off at her office. I see a friend before dropping Hannah at the spa with her pals, before going to meet another good friend of mine. I return to the hotel at about 10.30pm, and Hannah arrives shortly thereafter. We get into bed with the lights off and begin cuddling, then Hannah climbs on top. She comes, but I'm getting worn out and seem unable to climax from intercourse at this point in the week. I ask Hannah to use her hand, so she straddles me and strokes my penis as I squeeze her thighs until I orgasm. She lies down on me for a while before going to the bathroom to shower. We discuss how we want to have sex in the morning and decide to wake up early to do it at least once. We'd planned to wake early to bonk, and my alarm goes off at 5.30am, but we fall back to sleep and don't wake until 7am, missing the opportunity. More Trending Right before it's time to leave, I try on some shirts I bought recently so Hannah can comment on the fit and patterns. We drop off the rental car and race each other, Hannah on the moving sidewalks and escalators and me walking and taking the stairs. I wait with her at the bag check, then we kiss goodbye. I don't feel sad at this moment but that's because neither of us want this relationship to be more than it is. We enjoy sex with each other, and enjoy laughing and being silly together — but even after a few days together, things can get strained. I take the hotel shuttle back to the room and pack up. Hannah calls to say she missed her flight because she was in the bathroom with her earbuds in and missed the announcements. View More » I take a rideshare to meet my friend on the other side of town, not knowing when I'll see Hannah again. Do you have a story to share? 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Metro
13-06-2025
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- Metro
I want to enjoy sex but I can't stop worrying about my breasts
Welcome to How I Do It, the series in which we give you a seven-day sneak peek into the sex life of a stranger. This week we hear from Georgia* a 28-year-old journalist working in New York City, who is married to her husband, Aaron*. The pair used to enjoy dirty talk, but lately, Aaron hasn't been so vocal. It's coincided with Georgia being diagnosed with two fibroadenomas in her breasts. These non-cancerous lumps have caused her discomfort, making them tender to touch. She's been left feeling self-conscious, and wonders if it's impacting Aaron too. 'I've been scared that this will ruin the most pleasurable and fun part of having sex with my husband,' she says. 'But I'm open-minded, and I'm eager to experiment with what works for us both.' Without further ado, here's how Georgia got on this week… The following sex diary is, as you might imagine, not safe for work . Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! I wake up in the hotel room and immediately check the calendar on my phone — my fibroadenoma appointment is in exactly three weeks. I'll be consulting with a surgeon about removing the lumps. I had always been comfortable with my body and breasts, thinking they suited me perfectly, until the fibroadenoma arrived. Now, I wish I could be slimmer, because this operation could make my breasts smaller. I'm afraid I'll look odd after this whole ordeal. Aaron and I are currently on my birthday weekend trip in Houston, Texas, where we've been since Saturday afternoon. We've already had sex four times which is much more than our average weekend at home, embracing new moves including a face-sitting position and a reverse cowgirl one. Aaron is encouraging me to be more dominant in the hopes of making me feel more 'proud' of my body right now. It's warm in between the sheets this morning, and we start to get it on. We do some pushing tush (missionary where the receiving partner can stimulate the anus of the penetrating partner), the rocking horse (cowgirl where you're both sat up holding each other), and happy scissors (where the receiving partner lays on their back with their legs spread wide, while the penetrating partner thrusts and holds a vibrator to the clitoris). Sometimes it hurts when Aaron touches my left breast, where the largest lump is, and a little less with my right one. He's been shy about touching them — I wonder if he feels sorry for me, or he doesn't know how to handle them anymore. Aaron is more quiet than me. He just moans, and takes long breathes. He used to talk dirty to me, and I miss that version of him. We used to be hyper excited to discover every inch of each other. I try to initiate more dirty talk, but nothing really comes out. It annoys me, as I feel like him talking would distract me from these lumps. I let it slide, but I want to ask him tomorrow what's going on. Aaron and I have a good conversation. He tells me he thinks too much about what to say during dirty talk, and it ends up coming out all wrong and rushed. So, when we start having sex, I encourage him to improvise. His reaction is pretty bland, with a quick nod and a smirk. Honestly, I can't catch the words he is saying. I just end up saying 'yes' multiple times to phrases and words that I can barely understand. He comes, but I don't. I decide to masturbate while he's in the bathroom, getting ready for our brunch date. Today my breasts are a little bit more tender, but I manage to gently touch them. I zone out and imagine Aaron dirty talking to me. We're back from Houston to the frenzy and chaotic atmosphere of New York. I have so many deadlines to take care of and Aaron's cute self is distracting me. Trust me, I want to spend the whole day in bed, but I need to attend meetings and run errands. He understands I have work to do, so today he chills by himself. I'd say we're very good at respecting each other's boundaries, and besides, my groin is still recuperating from everything we got up to in Houston. Today I work at the office and by the time I'm home, I'm tired. We didn't actively plan on having sex tonight, but we end up in bed. Aaron's penis isn't getting as hard as usual, and it's making him self-conscious. But in this moment, something shifts. He becomes more vocal with his needs. 'I need a moment, I don't know what's happening', he says, and I'm glad to hear him opening up. He senses that I'm excited though and it seems seems to spark something in him. He starts dirty talking, his energy picks up, and we both smile, sharing a feverish connection. I don't even get to think about the fibroadenoma much. I let go of a gentle moan and laugh. Tonight, in between fingering, we tried the stacked snakes position, where I lay down face first on the bed, but lift up my hips and he thrusts from above. I'm reminded that Aaron has always been good at quietly taking note of what I like and don't like, and when I least expect it he gets to perform that touch, position, or move that I've been waiting for. I'm tired, but very happy. We make love for five hours straight, from 8am to 1pm. I know I should be working, but I allow myself to let go completely. My day starts at 2pm. I spend hours working on my articles until 2am. It feels like I barely have a moment to breathe, but I know prioritising Aaron this morning was the right choice. Aaron wants to make love again, but I turn him down. Not because I don't want to have sex, but the thought of missing these deadlines isn't going to get me in the mood to give a blow job. More Trending I call my mum this afternoon. 'When is your doctor's appointment again?' she asks. 'In two weeks,' I reply. The anxiety is palpable. I want to remove these lumps, but how small will my boobs look after this procedure? Will they be weirdly-shaped? Will I still enjoy sex with my husband? I try to let go of this thought, and instead focus on the past week. I'm looking forward to a lifetime of exciting, fun and meaningful sex, no matter what my body looks like. Do you have a story to share? Get in touch by emailing MetroLifestyleTeam@ View More » MORE: Period tracking apps might sell our data – but women are trapped MORE: I thought I couldn't have kids until my 'surprise' Mounjaro baby MORE: Does money seem to be the hardest word? How to talk about it with each of your loved ones
Metro
06-06-2025
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- Metro
I'm nearly 70 — it's time to fulfil my biggest sexual fantasy
Welcome to How I Do It, the series in which we give you a seven-day sneak peek into the sex life of a stranger. This week we hear from Leopold*, a 69-year-old former English teacher who lives in Spain. After separating from his partner eight years ago, Leopold has kept his sex life alive with the help of sex workers and masturbation sessions. And despite almost turning 70, he's proving it's never too late to discover a new desire: he wants to find a dominatrix to spank him. 'I've been fascinated by spanking and domination for a long time, but always as the dominant. It suddenly dawned on me that maybe I wanted to be in the submissive role instead,' he explains. 'I've become obsessed with this fantasy and pleasured myself intensely with it for five days straight, without even the need for Viagra, which was a surprise. 'I'm ready to begin a new chapter of sexual exploration.' Without further ado, here's how Leopold got on this week… The following sex diary is, as you might imagine, not safe for work . Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! You'd think I'd be able to find a woman to give me a good thrashing — if not someone I've accidentally irritated, then at least among the professionals. But no. I've been in touch with quite a few sex workers, but many don't reply, and others want money even to just consider my request for a session. I haven't made it easy for myself either, since I'm in Spain but want to be dominated by 'an English gentlewoman'. I've seen my sex worker, Juanita, fairly regularly over the years. She's travelling at the moment though, so today, I'm meeting a woman called Susi. I like to prepare myself, so I shave my penis and balls, and as I have been to the chiropractor in two months, I head to a nail bar nearby for a pedicure. I have the Viagra ready. I take one an hour before the session, and then one 10 minutes before Susi arrives. I think she's leading me into the bedroom, but the language barrier between us becomes apparent as she takes me into the bathroom and tries to position me over the bidet to wash my penis. I'm a little hurt by this as I've already spent time preparing myself — but it's likely she does this with every client, and she's not to know I'm already squeaky clean. Back in the bedroom she starts kissing me but I'm a bit distracted by the constant pinging of messages to her phone. I try to ask her to put it on silent, but instead she pushes me down onto the bed, and places it on the pillow beside me. I give up and try to concentrate on her enthusiastic caresses before she asks me if I want a blowjob. Juanita will spit on my nether regions a lot when she does this, and it drives me wild with desire — but when I try and ask Susi for the same, she doesn't understand. She holds the phone to my mouth and makes me repeat it, translating it so she can understand, which leaves us both laughing. When we move on to penetrative sex, I let her know that I only really have the stamina for cowgirl, regular or reverse. She does this well, though my encouraging cries of 'ride, cowgirl, ride' mean another session with Google translate and a lot more giggling. All in all, a very pleasant hour for £85, and I will always remember the laughter. Even though it's a transaction, I do feel a little bit of an emotional connection. I'm back at my computer looking for someone who will dominate me — I feel sexually and emotionally incomplete without this experience. I would never look down on another's consensual kink, but I'm not interested in some fantasies that others are: I wish to avoid being dressed in feminine undergarments or rubber, having my parts locked into a cage, being insulted, or having my balls kicked. Neither do I get any pleasure from watching other men being dominated, though the occasional well-written description has struck a chord. For me it's all about the spanking of the buttocks. I'm comfortable with the spanking part, having received the odd slap from partners and, recently, practiced on myself. I do worry about the implements or impact tools, as I've heard them called, though — I have a vague fear that, after a stroke or two, I'll leap to my feet screaming my safe word. I check my emails, and still no response from anyone wishing to fulfil my request. With sex on my mind, I book in a session with Juanita. She provides the girlfriend experience: she greets me with a passionate kiss, takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. She tells me to undress and falls to her knees. Then she pushes me onto the bed and undresses herself, as I watch, entranced by her beauty. We caress and kiss for a while and then she starts to go down on me, until I tell her to turn around so I can return the favour. Then it's penetration time. She puts a condom on me ('XL', I bet she says that to all the boys) and climbs on top, as she knows my preferences. First it's regular cowgirl and then I tell her to turn around so that I can watch her magnificent bottom in action. She won't accept a proper spanking but says she is is quite happy with the occasional encouraging slap. As for spanking me, she says she is horrified by the thought of causing pain. The finale is always the same; she goes down on me and I finish, covering my face in case I look especially ugly in the moment. I get in touch with Juanita, asking if she's free again this weekend, but she's not available. I know she's not really my girlfriend but it feels like a rejection, and I wonder if she's finally had enough of this old man. I see her Whatsapp status update, which says she will be unavailable for a few days. Not just me then, which is a relief. I rarely think of Juanita and we hardly ever exchange messages apart from when I ask for a session. And yet, for that hour or two, I am completely in love. Still no answer from my prospective doms but looking on X, I find an interesting possibility. A woman offers her bottom for spanking sessions and, while I am particularly keen to find myself across a woman's lap, I'm still interesting in being the spanker. So, I get in touch with Greta, and we go about setting some boundaries. She tells me she doesn't actually touch men, but I can touch her wherever I like. I say that, at some point, I might want to masturbate and she says that's fine, but she won't watch me. Our compromise is I'll send her to stand against the wall, displaying her reddened bottom while I pleasure myself. More Trending Her response is a smiley emoji along with a devil, which I take to mean we've agreed. We set a date three weeks away. Thanks to my new found fantasy I'm feeling, almost constantly, low-key horny. I seem to have lost all sense of guilt and shame about wanting my sexual desires satisfied. I've also been reading about the prostate, and how regular ejaculations are good for it. Apparently, around 21 per month is a healthy number to aim at and, since I can't afford that number of sex worker sessions, I'm going to have to up my masturbation game. No porn today; I'll just run through the script I've written in my head for my session with Greta and daydream about, one day, getting that spanking. Do you have a story to share? 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Metro
30-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Metro
After a bad breakup two years ago, my boyfriend and I are trying again
Welcome to How I Do It, the series in which we give you a seven-day sneak peek into the sex life of a stranger. This week we hear from Olivia*, a 33-year-old marketing manager in London, who has sex about four times a week. She's back with her ex, Patrick*, who she split up with two years ago. The pair hadn't spoken since, until a chance meeting brought them back together. 'We split because we didn't properly communicate and ended up having resentment towards each other,' Olivia says. 'I was struggling with my mental health which I now know is premenstrual dysphoric disorder, and I put a lot of pressure on him to be there for me.' After bumping into each other on the overground, Patrick texted Olivia later that evening and suggested dinner. They met up the very next day and decided to give their relationship another go. 'The last thing I want is a situationship with my ex, so we had a big discussion about what we want from each other and how to make it work this time around,' she adds. While they're in they're back in the honeymoon phase, it hasn't been without some minor hiccups — but they know that, this time, they want to be together for good. Without further ado, here's how Olivia got on this week… The following sex diary is, as you might imagine, not safe for work . Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! I spent the night at Patrick's yesterday. We start off the day with a lie in and wake up for morning sex. I've accidentally bled a bit, so we strip the sheets and pop them in the wash. I notice an old blood stain on his mattress – which definitely wasn't there the last time we dated. For a second I get an icky feeling in my stomach thinking of him with another girl… and then remember we were broken up for two years, and force myself to quickly move on. I know that Patrick noticed me notice the blood stain and was about to say something about it when I changed the topic. We both (usually) work from home so I set up at his dining table and he works from his desk. I'm in the middle of a Zoom meeting when Patrick crawls under the dining table and starts to go down on me – we used to do this all the time, and I'm quickly reminded of why I loved it so much. Thankfully I've done all the talking I need to do so I'm muted. I'm trying my best to not let it show on my face, but have to quickly turn off my camera. We end up having a quickie on the couch and I jump back on my Zoom call to say goodbye to everyone, pretending as if I haven't just come while they brainstormed the next campaign. I have a late start to the work day since my boss is in Brazil and Patrick's clients are in town, which means he has a full night of schmoozing ahead of him. When we wake up, we haven't even spoken a word to each other when I feel Patrick's hand on my thigh. We make the most of our altered work day with a few rounds of sex and an hour of pillow talk. We say how much we've missed one another, laugh about inside jokes from when we were first together, and catch up with what we've missed out on when we were broken up. We're both going to therapy now and feel like we're in a better place where we can show up for each other, as well as ourselves. The sex is great, but the emotional intimacy is what I've missed most about our relationship. I feel smitten all over again. I wake up in a great mood today. Work has been going great and waking up to Patrick every day wasn't on my bingo card this year – it's been a wonderful surprise. We're planning an upcoming campaign shoot in Amsterdam which means I get to be creative and deal with the little logistics – I credit the Virgo in me for genuinely getting excited about this. I follow Patrick into the shower and dare I say it – it may have been the best sex we've ever had. He turns me around and pushes me up against the wall. I usually hate his mirrored shower, but this time I can't stop watching him while he f**ks me. I'm not usually one for shower sex (is anyone really?) but this time around feels different. I could definitely get used to this. I go into the office today and am quickly sent home after two panic attacks. I'm PMSing this week and I realise that I haven't kept up with my antidepressants, a rookie mistake that I've unfortunately made more times than I would have liked. I call Patrick when I leave the office and he tells me to go back to his. My mental health had been a bit of a sensitive topic the last time we were together, so I'm glad he's being supportive this time around. With my PMDD I went through extreme highs and lows, which was confusing for us both. And during my low points, I couldn't regulate my emotions – I'd often just burst into tears out of nowhere or lash out. Patrick didn't know how to be there for me, and I didn't know what I needed. It was frustrating for both of us to go through the same issue every month. He's on a call when I get back to his so I take my antidepressant, grab the dog, and head to bed for a midday nap. I'm feeling like myself again when I wake up so I put in a few hours of work and then give Patrick a blowjob as my way of saying thank you. I order in some Chinese for us, and we're quickly rolling around in bed – Patrick is going down on me and I'm just about to finish – before we are interrupted by the Deliveroo driver. At this point I couldn't care less about the food. I just want to finish off what we started, but this time I'll have to wait. I've now spent every day this week at Patrick's place and, aside from taking the dog for a walk, have barely left the flat. We've spent the past five evenings catching up, ordering in and having the most incredible sex ever. Today I'm woken up with a massage and a new set of matching lingerie – which doesn't stay on for very long. He gets a dozen roses delivered to me at lunch time and makes us dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant in Shoreditch… Happy birthday. We go back to his after dinner and our clothes are off before we even make it to the bedroom. He leads me to the bed and I jump on top of him. I can tell he's going to finish right away so he flips me over and go into doggy. It's a perfect day until we head to bed at 1am and he gets a phone call from another woman while I'm getting unready. I obviously try my best to eavesdrop, but I remind myself not to jump to conclusions. 'I can't talk right now.' I'm trying my best not to let my triggers get the best of me. Before I can finish brushing my teeth, Patrick runs to the bathroom to tell me it was his old neighbour – he hasn't spoken to her in years and has no idea why she's calling. I have trust issues from past relationships and try my best not to let it trigger me. Patrick has never given me a reason to doubt him, but after so much time apart, I'm not sure who this woman is or if they've ever had a relationship. He tells me they barely know one another and shows me their texts – the last time they spoke was a few years ago. I'm not really sure what to believe or what to say and I am definitely not in the mood to talk about it. Regardless of the reason behind her call, my birthday is officially ruined. Patrick shows me the text he's sent to his neighbour. He tells her he has a girlfriend and that her calling is uncalled for, even though they've never been intimate with each other. He asks her to please stop contacting him. I'm glad he's sent this message but there's still a lot to discuss. I realise now might be the perfect time to address everything we never got around to when we decided to get back together. Communication was never our strong suit, so even though this was not the way I wanted to wake up the morning after my birthday, I'm thankful we're actually communicating and not falling into old habits. We have makeup sex and I feel good about our conversation. He reassures me there's nothing to be worried about. He's not seeing anyone else and hasn't been dating for the past few months. We both tell each other how happy the other makes us and promise to have grown up conversations this time around, so we can avoid the same arguments we had before. It's finally time for me to go home. I meet a friend for dinner and a late-night screening at the cinema. I feel quite proud of myself for saving my pennies by sneaking in a few drinks, until the couple next to me whips out a container of hot popcorn they've brought from home – now that's impressive. Patrick and I go for a Sunday Roast and a long walk around Victoria Park before we head back to his to watch a movie. For once we actually get through the film without jumping on one another. More Trending This is the first time we've been together without having sex. I don't like that this has happened after our fight the other night, but I'm trying not to overthink. He pulls me closer and grabs my hand – without saying anything he's given me all the reassurance that I need, and I know I've made the right choice. View More » My friends and family can tell how happy I am with Patrick back in my life. He's also been putting in much more effort and properly getting to know them, which definitely helps. I know it's early days, but it feels different this time. Do you have a story to share? 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Metro
23-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Metro
I watch my four partners have sex — it's more satisfying than my own orgasm
Welcome to How I Do It, the series in which we give you a seven-day sneak peek into the sex life of a stranger. This week we hear from Kitty Osman, a 30-year-old erotic writer living in London. Bisexual Kitty is polyamorous, and in a committed relationships with four people — right now, she isn't interested in adding anyone else to the mix. 'I knew I was poly at 25, but I'd been showing signs for much longer,' Kitty says. 'I'd have crushes and fantasise about having relationships with other people while dating someone. I also enjoyed people flirting with my partners.' But having four partners isn't always easy, as Kitty struggles with making sure all their needs are met consistently. She's also open to the idea of a 'nesting partner' (a poly partner she would live with), but is happy being independent. While she has sex twice a week, Kitty actually prefers to watch her other partners get intimate instead. 'I'm a giver and a voyeur,' she says. 'I really love watching people have sex, masturbate or orgasm in front of me. The viewing is half of the enjoyment for me, so if there's a chance I can get a better view instead of getting worked over myself, I'll go for that.' Without further ado, here's how Kitty got on this week… The following sex diary is, as you might imagine, not safe for work . Love reading juicy stories like this? Need some tips for how to spice things up in the bedroom? Sign up to The Hook-Up and we'll slide into your inbox every week with all the latest sex and dating stories from Metro. We can't wait for you to join us! I make sure to message and catch up with my long-distance partners, Sam and Alicia, who have been in a relationship for 15 years, through our group chat. I met Sam at a work conference and went on to flirt with him at the next party we were both at, where I ended up taking him home. He then set up a date with us and his girlfriend, Alicia. I began seeing them together when I took Sam's threesome virginity about nine months ago. They're in York and I'm in London, so we can only meet every other month or so, which means communication is key. I enjoy voyeurism and cuckoldry, so it suits my kinks to sit back and watch them in person or over a screen. Today we speak about a spanking Alicia had taken at the weekend, and they show me photos of her red backside. It's arousing and shocking. I tell them I miss them terribly and say my goodbyes, before taking out my favourite toy, a sparkle covered vibrator with veiny protrusions. I think about how much I love worshipping Alicia's body in person, especially after Sam has had his way with her, while I use my vibrator with as much pressure as I can. I used to love going to the London sex dungeon, Studio Sevvven. It's closed down, but to celebrate the time they were open, they've asked people to submit written excerpts about their experiences there. I remember my favourite memory, when a woman ran up to me and said: 'You like to watch, right? I like to be seen.' She took off her dress immediately, and soon her friend came over and got undressed as well, as they giggled to each other. My whole body felt aflame, I was so embarrassed to as I felt they were seeing me concretely as a 'pervert' – a voyeur. But as the shame boiled in the pit of my stomach, it made me wet. They asked if I wanted to watch them have sex, so they corralled a third girl into our group and sat me in a large chair dressed up like a throne in the corner. They got the clothes off their new friend and strapped her down over a spanking bench, long ways, so she could be spit-roasted by the two of them wearing two strap-ons. Watching it was beautiful and it was so overwhelming, I didn't even think to take my own clothes off. I spend the day at work excited because it's officially one month since Cici first called me her girlfriend. We met on a dating app late last year and despite our first date being filled with personal trip-falls, like turning up late and bleeding through my dress on my period, we got on like a house on fire. I want to celebrate that today so I send her a playlist filled with songs that remind me of her and our relationship. She'd given me one on my birthday and it was amazing getting such a personal present! Cici messages to tell me that it's made her well-up on the train while she listened to it, which makes me feel like a wonderful girlfriend. As one of my two London-based partners I see her usually once or twice a week and I tell her I can't wait to see her. I feel a bit stir crazy trapped at my home desk today, but my long-term partner Jasmine, who's non-binary, is keeping me sane. We've been seeing each other for over two years now after meeting on a dating app, and we live close to each other. We message throughout the day and meet when we're both shattered from work and want to blow off some steam together. It's a luxury given that we're both so busy in the evenings. I want to say these aren't booty calls because we're actually dating, but they do feel that way. Jasmine really needs to work something out tonight and is being grabby while I get undressed. Jasmine pinches the fatty parts of my belly and legs in a sharp way that makes my stomach warm and sometimes they'll run their nails along me in scratches. Jasmine likes to be rough which always makes me feel desired. They talk about my body in a crude way and bite along my neck and breasts, marking me with bruises that I'll be able to press into tomorrow while I'm masturbating about this. While it's rough sex, I communicate my boundaries with Jasmine – and withall my partners very early on – so we all know where we stand. First I ride Jasmine and they slap at my thighs and ass while I do. Each thrust is amazing and they flash me a cheeky grin that makes me laugh and kiss them. When they turn me onto my knees and get behind me I feel even fuller than before. I'm getting louder, loud enough I worry about my neighbours. Cici's nesting partner (the partner she lives with) is a research professor and spends a lot of time away on trip,so I go over to hers tonight. She's feeling a little ill so I want to pamper her. After an hour or two watching a horror series we both love, I take her to bed. I have her show me her favourite vibrator. I place it on her with enough room for me to go down on her at the same time. She likes a lot of power for such a small lady and my nose goes numb from the vibrations hitting it by the end of our session, but it's lovely. I love that she's vocal too because it always makes me feel like I'm doing something right. She comes, and we lay in each other's arms until we both get too hot and we roll apart. Cici takes me to see a play to celebrate my birthday which was earlier this month. It was my first birthday with all my partners and I'd felt so spoilt getting gifts and love from everyone at once – shoes, sweet treats, art, books. She comes to meet me just after getting a new haircut which looks gorgeous on her, and we go thrifting and buy some dirty comics to read later. The show she's got us tickets for is Count Dykula, a campy experimental cabaret-style musical that I instantly fall in love with. Cici makes me laugh by comparing me to the chesty antagonist and we both get hot under the collar seeing the gunshow Count Dykula has going on beneath their leather jacket. We end the night early, going to our opposite sides of London, but not before making everyone around us sick with all our kissing and cuddling in an old boozer by the theatre. Jasmine wants to introduce me to their newest partner Lucy, and we all agree to meet at a local sex party we enjoy. Lucy brings a platonic friend Rachel, who also enjoys the scene. These parties aren't the free-for-all orgies some people might think, but there's a chance we might get on, and I might ask politely if I can watch them 'get it on'. Jasmine is a huge exhibitionist! But instead the meeting ends in a foursome with Jasmine, Lucy, Rachel and I. We all agree to go into a playspace together and discuss likes. Jasmine wants to finish on someone, and Rachel wants to be dominated. More Trending She reaches for a pink flogger, and asks if I'd like to use it on her. I tell her I'd love to, but first I want her to ride my face. Then I flog both of them, scratching and biting them for a little variety in the pain as well. I finish off Rachel first, while Jasmine has sex with Lucy. Then I turn to make out with Lucy while Jasmine has sex with Rachel. Watching them move so passionately always gets me excited. 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