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Holy mackerel. I’m with Amelie. She’s one of the babes I’ve been corresponding with from the internet dating site. Ouch. Pain. Groin strain. Babeage deluxe.<\/p>\n
Turns out we’ve met before, at a party a year and a half ago, back when I was still single (pre-Jacqui) and she was single. And for some reason, we were ships in the night, and beyond flirting, nothing happened.<\/p>\n
Now we’re both on the same dating site. Gee, uh, small world, uh, uhm, what a coincidence.<\/p>\n
I’ve told Amelie that I’m in the starting throes of a possible relationship with Karen, and that coffee would be platonic, and would that be cool with her? It’s cool. So here we are. And I’m talking about my new-found interest in kinky sex.<\/p>\n
And, uh… small world… she’s fully into it herself. Lived a full on kinkster lifestyle for years before her daughter was born. She’s now two-and-a-bit years old. “I’ve just come out of a one-year relationship,” she says. And the dude just wasn’t into kinky stuff. I told him about my past, and I’ve got loads of books and things. Every now and again, he’d ask me about it, and I’d show him a book. He’d look at the TAMEST of things and get nauseous, and then we wouldn’t have sex for ages. And then he’d ask again, and the same thing. He’s a realllllly good guy, but in the end, we weren’t having any sex at all. And while the rest of the relationship was great, there was just nothing happening sexually.”<\/p>\n
This girl’s beautiful beyond comprehension.<\/p>\n
“The final straw,” she says, “was when we went to a vampire party. I dressed up in some bondage gear — I’ve got a huge collection of toys, by the way — a corset, rubber, that sort of thing, and the party just blew his mind.” She pauses. “But he tried.”<\/p>\n
And she’s an artist.<\/p>\n
I tell her about my monogamy, and that I’m grappling with it, and that I don’t necessarily want it. And we go into some of the philosophical areas of monogamy, what it means, why we do it. And I’m in serious paradigm shift territory. I wish Karen would get back from her holiday on the South Coast so we can have a good chat and some hard sex. With ropes.<\/p>\n
“Oh heck!” says Amelie. We’ve been totally absorbed in each other. “It’s four o’clock!”<\/p>\n
“You’ve gotta go to Fashion Week,” I say. “Go! It’s not rude! No apologising, please!”<\/p>\n
When I was a kid, I thought I was a vampire. I wonder if that makes it okay for me to bite her neck? <\/p>\n