Sir:

I really liked his profile, it intrigued me.

It showed a couple, although it soon became apparent it was more of an open relationship.

He was intelligent, articulate and a natural dominant who had me melting just through his written words.

We met when he came down from Auckland with no expectations.

He proved to be a man of his word. Genuine, honest and open.

What followed were quite a few weekend trips to his place to continue exploring, including one time he came to our place.

The man loved shibari rope and was good at it. He taught my partner a few things along the way. He was also into nudism, so we spent lots of nude time together.

The man was a fabulous kisser and loved fisting.

So many memories; the trip out on his boat, being fisted by him and his friend simultaneously, playing in the sea off an island, fingering his arse...

The time when you both tied me up and played with me....

The time he had a couple of friends over and I pegged one of them as she looked like she needed some cock in her...

The time we tried nude gel, playing outside...

The time we went to a meet and greet in Hamilton and met another mutual friend who is very similar to me in many ways; big tits, similar build, bi and horny. It wasn't meant to be a play event, but neither of us wore underwear and the way she could continue to hold a conversation whilst I fingered her. Thank goodness it had rained earlier, so it wasn't as obvious when I squirted cum outside. Not to mention when we continued to play all together at the motel afterwards when her and I decided fisting was too hard work so tried using our feet instead.

In fact he was considered so trustworthy, I was allowed to meet him alone one afternoon. As long as we sent photos to my partner. Sir undertook that task as my glasses kept fogging up and I was a tad distracted. We had a park up. Thank goodness he had car protection because I squirted so much cum that afternoon.

So much fun.