I shall never tire of ‘first times’ with Bulls. The excitement of the unknown is truly intoxicating and equally addictive. Each time, every nerve ending in my body seems to be supercharged, awaiting to be ignited. This particular night however was on another level. The shock of Ashley’s arrival from the US had now subsided and I now felt like a great explorer, surveying new territory. One who was ready to discover the unknown expanse of the man between my legs.
Read More 19.5 A Big Surpise
Due to the release of our recounts of the events that unfolded in NYC, the chronology of the blog is somewhat out of sync; my last post before this mini-series, 14. A Night on the Town took place back in February 2019! I therefore decided that before I return to retelling my encounters of 2019, that I would take stock of all the questions that I have received since embarking on this journey and answer them along with my faithful Stag, as many of the questions I receive naturally involve him.
Read More 16. Question Time
I would love to write that a follow up meet with the newest ‘potential’ was arranged within days of our first date but the sad truth was, life and the responsibilities that come with it, got in the way. Several weeks in fact passed before we were able to arrange a second meeting and once more, it was arranged in secret without my knowledge. My January blues which had well and truly sunk in following the Christmas period, were about to be deliciously lifted.
Read More 14. A Night on the Town
Having experienced two incredible encounters with different Bulls, you could say my appetite for my new ‘hobby’ had been well and truly whetted. The apprehension I had initially felt for this lifestyle was slowly being eradicated and had been replaced with a greater curiosity and thirst for more meetings. My husband being very intuitive, was riding the wave of my excitement and continued to seek new men to introduce me to.
Read More 7. Bigger Bulls
Two agonising weeks followed the intensely charged meet with my potential new Bull. I still refer to him as ‘potential’ due to the fact that no sexual act had occurred yet between us. Something that was soon to be rectified. The date for our private meeting had been arranged during my journey home from our first encounter, a sure indication of how successful it had been. In the days leading up to my overnight trip, the two of us shared increasingly suggestive texts about what was about to occur and it was clear that we were both equally excited. The day had finally arrived.
Read More 6. Past the point of no return