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My family wants me to have an arranged marriage — but I'm in love with a woman
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 Rhea*, a 28-year-old bisexual journalist from New Delhi, India, who is in a monogamous relationship with her girlfriend of three years. However, Rhea, who is Muslim, and her partner Anita*, who's Hindu, have both agreed to conceal their sexuality and relationship status from their parents. 'Our families are conservative and if they find out, they will cut ties with us,' Rhea explains. Rhea struggles to balance the wants and demands of her family with her desire to be free to love who she wants. Despite having to keep their relationship secret, Rhea and Anita still have sex once or twice a week, and they're both keen to get kinky and explore. So without further ado, here's how Rhea got on this week… The following sex diary is, as you might imagine, not safe for work . With thousands of members from all over the world, our vibrant LGBTQ+ WhatsApp channel is a hub for all the latest news and important issues that face the LGBTQ+ community. Simply click on this link, select 'Join Chat' and you're in! Don't forget to turn on notifications! We have plans to see Anita's friends today, but as I'm getting ready to go, my parents pressure me into going out for dinner with them. Since my Anita and I are in the closet, they think of her as my close friend and don't understand why I want to prioritise her. I ask Anita if she'll be fine going on her own, but it blows up into an argument as she doesn't like to do things without me. It's both romantic and frustrating. As the eldest daughter in a South Asian household, I'm a people pleaser and hate disappointing people. So instead, I convince my parents to take her out with us for dinner. It brightens up her mood because she loves eating out, but she always resents that she can't even hold my hand around my family. I know she's been feeling disconnected lately because of how restricted our external circumstances make us feel. We finish dinner around 9 pm. I pretend I'm simply walking Anita back to hers, so we can spend some time alone — we live just a few houses away from each other. She lives on her own, which allows us sexual freedom, at the very least. Instead of fighting, we end up having sex. It's more emotional. She wants to feel closer to me, something we aren't allowed to be in public. I pretend to go for an early morning walk, but I'm actually sneaking to Anita's. It's a white lie I tell my family so they don't disturb me. As soon as I'm inside her apartment I know we're in for a hot morning session because of the way she grabs my hands and pulls me into the bedroom. Soon, our clothes are off and she begins to lick my neck. She leaves me whimpering as she inserts her fingers. I bring her closer to me and whisper how she's my wife and how I'm slutty just for her, which gets her turned on. Suddenly, I get an idea. It's our anniversary week and I've been brainstorming what to get her. Mid-sex I ask her to open her voice memos app, telling her not to say anything, especially not my name, and I press record. We have to maintain privacy, especially with technology; we cannot risk getting caught, which is why we don't record any revealing information. She's sitting between my legs and inserting her fingers deep, her other hand grabbing my left breast and playing with my nipple. Eventually, she comes on top of me, missionary style, and holds a vibrator between our vulvas. Four minutes later, I present her with a hot voice recording full of pleasurable moans, sighs, and the slapping of our bodies together. After a long day of remote working, Anita and I take a long walk in the evening. We've both agreed that coming out as lesbian, for her, and bisexual, for me, isn't a possibility as it would alienate us from our families. Our parents are pressuring us to get an arranged marriage to men from our respective communities and it's something we both struggle with every day. The expiration date of our relationship hangs over our heads like a sword, which could drop at any moment. It makes us feel very anxious, restless and troubled. I don't want us to end, but the other choice, of being without my family, is hard to take. Part and parcel of being in the closet is choosing to, eventually, live a traditional life. As a Muslim girl, with Indian roots, I would carry my parent's heartbreak with me forever if I came out — it's the same for Anita. As crazy as it sounds, we're dating on borrowed time. Except, it's been three years and every day we fall deeper and deeper in love with each other. She even got my initial tattooed on her ring finger last year. Whenever there's a talk of a potential marriage, we both become extremely possessive of each other and our sex is hotter. It is much more needy and demanding. Anita and I plan to have a sleepover tonight, so we avoid seeing each other during the day, to throw my parents off any suspicion. We don't want them to think we are 'too fond' of each other. My family has often had negative thoughts about bisexual and gay people, so I have to protect my privacy. They consider homosexuality haram — which means it's a sin. We never discuss it, because they don't even entertain the possibility of it. As a bisexual woman, I am attracted to men, but I question how I can be married to a man and not be in love with him, when I've already fallen in love with Anita? It feels a lot like cheating. Marrying anyone would purely be to appease my family, as I don't even believe in the institution of it. I even received a marriage proposal a year ago. The first thing I said when my parents told me was, 'God forbid'. Thankfully, he was based in Canada which gave me an excuse to turn him down, as I didn't want to move there. But religion plays such a big role in my life, and I've deepened my faith as I've got older. I came out to Allah, and that helped me embrace my sexuality more.I believe that if I'm honest with myself and my God, it doesn't matter what other people think. I don't have to be gay or Muslim, I can be gay and Muslim. Tonight, because we can't see each other, Anita and I send each other some naughty and flirty texts. The queer sex between us is more rooted into kinks and imaginary roleplays than positions itself, so we talk about what we will do the next time we see each other, like experimenting with light BDSM or doing role plays of dom and sub. I go to sleep a little horny. Today is our third anniversary and I'm so excited. Anita was the first girl I ever kissed. We've decided to recreate our first date where we will watch the film Carol, which centres on a love affair between two women. I tell my mother I'm staying with my 'best friend' and she gets irritated, but I get on with it because I'm not letting anything ruin today. I often struggle with these dynamics and on bad days, this severely impacts my sex life. Forget orgasm, I can't even find pleasure. Around 8pm, I reach Anita's flat. She's decorated it beautifully for me. There's chocolate strawberry cake, lights and flowers, and pink drinks. I get so overwhelmed that I'm almost about to kiss her, but she stops me and plays Dress, by Taylor Swift, in the background. I cry because this is the song we had our first kiss to. I kiss her with all my burning passion. We make dinner and feed each other, and she licks my finger after every bite. After dinner, we put on a movie and start making out, slow and leisurely. I eventually turn around, sitting between her legs, trying to watch the movie. She brings out a vibrator and puts it on my right breast and her left hand is playing with my left nipple, pinching and fondling it. We try to finish the movie but both of us are too distracted, so we quickly head to the bedroom from the living room. It's raunchy. My black Amazon-brought cheap lacy bodysuit is ripped from my body, with her on top of me, humping and grinding. She inserts her finger and I scream when she inserts three. She kisses me and I can taste alcohol on her tongue. It's funny, I've never tasted alcohol in my life because it's against my religion, except when her tongue slips inside me, and then all bets are off. Transgressing religious boundaries, I have realised, is a kink for both of us. We haven't thought too deeply about the why, but outside of sex, religion is such a dominating force in our lives, and because our relationship is forbidden, it gives us a sense of excitement to explore it. The night is intimate and close — exactly how I wanted to celebrate my anniversary with her. I don't want another person, I just want her, for life. Before I go to sleep, the grief of borrowed time sneaks up on me. I hold her tighter. Anita and I get onto the topic of Ramadan, the holy month for Muslims. As well as fasting, I prefer not to have sex during Ramadan. While sex outside of marriage is always forbidden in Islam — a rule I obviously ignore — for me, it is important to abstain during such an important time for Muslims. Anita doesn't like this though, and in the lead up will often ask me to change my mind. While Ramadan was a few months ago now, our dry month is still a sore point. 'If you think husbands and wives can have sex after sunset,' says Anita. 'Why can't we?' I don't have an answer. Yesterday's conversation has sat with me deeply because she was right; why couldn't we be just like every other married couple? I sit on it for a while and, by the evening, I tell my girlfriend on our daily walk: 'Moving forward, we can have sex during Ramadan.' More Trending Muslims won't be celebrating Ramadan again until next year but still, she brings my hand into hers and smiles deeply — she's ecstatic. I know that my life is going to be slightly complicated forever. Choosing faith, family, feminism and queerness is riddled with difficulties. But I don't consider my gorgeous wonderful and phenomenal partner a gift from Allah, then I am denying their favour. We're on borrowed time anyway. I'm not going to waste a second on conservative rules. If my God has to accept me, I will be accepted as a Queer Muslim, otherwise, I'll go where the other gays are in the afterlife. View More » While we are never going to come out to our parents, as long as we're together, I'm determined that we'll be happy and guilt-free. Do you have a story to share? 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Metro
27-06-2025
- Health
- Metro
I'm a man and I don't let myself climax — it makes sex better
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 Jonah* a 31-year-old bicurious policy researcher in London, who has sex with his girlfriend about five times a week. The couple have been in a relationship for about four months, and are already living together. They're keen to keep exploring sexually, and there's one thing Jonah has been focusing on in particular: semen retention. This is the practice of avoiding ejaculation for periods of time — even during sex. While there is no scientific evidence to suggest it's beneficial, proponents of it recall improved physical, mental and spiritual health. 'I try to practice semen retention because I feel more energised and centred when I'm not ejaculating all the time,' he says. 'I started it about three years ago, but I've only recently been able to have sex without coming, and I really enjoy it. 'When done correctly, I can basically last forever, but I'm not quite at the level where I can completely let loose and still hold it, which is frustrating.' So without further ado, here's how Jonah got on this week… The following sex diary is, as you might imagine, not safe for work . With thousands of members from all over the world, our vibrant LGBTQ+ WhatsApp channel is a hub for all the latest news and important issues that face the LGBTQ+ community. Simply click on this link, select 'Join Chat' and you're in! Don't forget to turn on notifications! I just got back from a fortnight in Peru, after heading there for a work conference. My beautiful girlfriend, Anastasia*, just moved here from Toronto, where we met at a party a few months ago. After a day working from home I go to the gym to work out. I pump some weights, swim a few lengths and hit the steam room. When I get home, Anastasia, with her mysterious dark features and innocent-looking round face, seems quite restless. She's extremely horny. We get down to it fairly swiftly, but she gets annoyed at me for going too fast. I'll admit, I wasn't super connected to her emotionally and spiritually, and she could perceive that. We lay down next to each other and talk it out — pillow talk style. This then morphs into a sort of sensual, slow sex. The whole thing makes me think of the Marvin Gaye tune, Sexual Healing. I focus on my breathing, and she fondles my nipples. I still easily manage to avoid ejaculation, which I am learning to prefer. I first learnt about semen retention when I was travelling in South America, and I got chatting to some guys out there that practiced it. They told me how it allowed them to have sex for long periods without ejaculating. I'm still a novice, but through careful breathing, I can have sex without finishing. It allows for longer periods of pleasure for both me and my partner. That being said, it's not easy, and sometimes I just want to explode. I always tell new partners about it, and they're generally very supportive. I think it's sexier than coming after a few minutes of just going at it like rabbits. Semen retention means I'm always at a baseline level of horniness, so it can be nice to unload it all and start again. When we start having missionary sex this morning, before moving to cowgirl, Anastasia notices she's bleeding. Assuming her period has come we agree that now is time for me to finish inside her — something I've never done before. We know there's a chance she could get pregnant, but decide the risk is much lower. I start going faster, but when I'm on the verge of finishing she pushes me away gently, wanting a bit more build up beforehand. The result is that I finish, but don't experience much of an orgasm. So we continue and it's and I finish — again. But then disaster strikes. She checks her Natural Cycles period tracking app, which is linked to her Oura ring, and realise we've made a mistake. The blood must have been from a scratch or slight tear, not her period, and we make a note to get a pregnancy test in a few days. If every day starts with slow sex like this, I'm a very lucky man. When I get to the point where I might pre-come I put on a condom. Anastasia comes enthusiastically a couple of times. This is the first time she's finished in a while as she rides me on top, while I stimulate her clitoris. Then she goes down on me, edging me, but without bringing me to the point of climax. Afterwards, we do some breathing exercises together to help me move the energy up my spine and out of my pelvic region, so that I don't get the feeling of blue balls. I do some jumping jacks and then we do some yoga together. We agree that for the next two days we'll do a one in, one out, WFH system. So I head to a local cafe and set up for the day, sending emails and making calls, planning my next big project. I've also got my men's group tonight — where a bunch of guys meet up for what is basically a big group therapy session and connection exercise. It's wild to think that many men, including me sometimes, go days, weeks or even months without a genuinely deep conversation with another guy. There's a sauna and cold plunge too, and I catch up with an old friend who I haven't seen in a while, before heading home. Anastasia and I play guitar and sing a little bit together, then go to bed. We meditate a bit together before starting our days. Anastasia heads to her favourite cafe, so I have the run of the house. I put on my favourite deep house playlist loudly and make an obscenely fat-heavy and truly delectable breakfast involving a bunch of eggs, steak and Boursin. I settle down for some writing and the day passes in a productive, caffeine-pumped haze. I go and do the grocery shopping and arrive home around the time Anastasia is getting back. Did I mention that I'm falling in love with her? I share this with her for the first time, saying how she makes me feel at one with myself, that the feeling of her soft skin on mine gives me shivers, and that I love how her femininity brings out my masculine aspects. She really wants me to 'be the man', and I'm very happy to oblige. After a quick gym sesh, I'm back home and we're getting freaky together. She never reciprocated the beginnings of my love confession earlier, but she suddenly suggests we do anal, which I must confess I've been angling for for a while. We lube up with coconut oil and I slowly penetrate her. It's heaven, even if I don't allow myself to come. I have a bunch of work calls today. Anastasia has a sort of coquettish anal afterglow. She really loves being dominated, I'm realising more and more. She recently began to call me Daddy during the throes of passion, which turns me on a lot. She's a gorgeous girl and always gets plenty of attention. The idea that other guys might check her out or come up to her, while she's horny for me, is certainly very alluring, and a useful antidote for any potential feelings of insecurity. We're going raving tonight. We take a taxi to the club and get in quickly. It's pretty dead so we hang out on a sofa and she confesses her love to me. It feels so aligned and I'm so grateful for the happiness we feel. There's no time to slob around this morning because tonight we're going to a sex party together for the first time. We're completely monogamous, so there won't be any possibility, nor desire, for either of us to canoodle with anyone else, but we like the idea of being in an erotic space where people are free to fully express themselves. I don't have any Daddy Dom clothes with me though (we've decided that will be my role tonight), with her as my kitten sub, so we head to a local kink store and buy some ropes, a horsewhip, and a choker. At a vintage store, I also get some slightly overpriced but incredibly cool thick leather trousers. Anastasia gets some tiny tartan shorts for cheap which give a hint of her butt cheeks, though she's not intending to wear them tonight. We head home and get ready. Damn, I look like a force of nature. And so does she – so sexy in black lingerie that she mostly conceals with some over layers. We take some cute photos in the mirror and head to the party. The buffet is disappointing considering the ticket price, but there's a fun squirting workshop in which the facilitator, if you can call him that, demonstrates how to make a girl squirt in about 20 seconds. The DJ in the other room is OK but the vibe here is pretty dead. Mostly people skulking around seeing who wants to have sex. What did we expect, I guess. By midnight, there's people shagging everywhere, but it feels very sordid and not the more elevated vibe I had been hoping for. We go to the toilet and get it on there. I whip her for the first time and she loves it. I come in a condom, which is quite nice, especially from my standing position, and around 3am we go home. I have football at 9am this morning with some guys from my church. On about four hours sleep I make it there and actually play quite well. More Trending Obviously I refrain from sharing about our sexploits last night. But I feel there's no disconnect from a belief of God, and a healthy sex life – I'm just not going to shout about it from the rooftops. I grab some chicken on the way back and we settle in for a few hours before going to a Sunday afternoon church service. View More » I don't feel we have anything to repent for, though others may disagree. Mercifully, Anastasia feels her period is coming on soon too. Phew. Do you have a story to share? 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Metro
20-06-2025
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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
- Entertainment
- 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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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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