I guess that your life as an adult begins when you lose your precious virginity, and I did that rather late, at the age of 17. Up to then I was regularly stroking my cock, stimulated with vhs porn movies or magazines, as there was no Internet in the early 90s. Puberty was strange days for me, I remember I was horny 24/7, but I was kind of introvert with the opposite sex. I wasn’t shy, quiet type. Not at all. I played football, was the president of school’s literature and film groups. Weekends were party after party, good looking girls were there, drinking and teasing, but I had this hand break that I couldn’t lose. At a point I was a party animal that never exploited the flirting from a sexy girl into something more. Looking back, it’s one of those “if I had this brains then” things.

So, I spent my teens masturbating, what I considered pretty useless back then. I mean, it was fun, I molested my cock every day, it went bigger and bigger as the years passed, so did my frustration. Finally, I found the girl that wanted to “do” it. It was a clumsy fuck, lasted not even a 10 minutes, but hey - I did it. I’ll tell this story once.

Honestly, I don’t know what changed at the University, but that break went loose. When I was 22 or 23, the girl I was dating pushed the “how many girls did you sleep with” question. I counted 15, approximately, and she went mad. I told her it was a lousy number, barely 3-4 girls per year and half of them were one night stands. But still, she got mad, cold and our relationship decayed.

All my friends were in a serious relationships and I thought I should do the same. So I searched for the perfect one and few years later I found her. I did stop the pussy count, didn’t want to cause more trouble with numbers, when she came into my life. Pretty, smart, sexy.

We didn’t get married, but in 10 years we had all the phases that some married couples have. Fucking like rabbits, my career, her career, not fucking any more. My job takes me abroad every few months for a certain period of time. Few days to few months. Hookers, one night stands in hotels, back alley blowjobs, I compensated the lack of sex. Yes, that was cheating, but I didn’t give a fuck about that. I sleeped calm, with an empty balls.

A breaking point in my life, if I can call it that, was four months in Switzerland. To cut the long story short, but I will tell it once, I met a BDSM Master, older gentleman that was very active in a Swiss D/s community. I was at a right place at a right time, got to know the right person, and soon I attended the seances his circle of friends held every week. A small audience, me included, watched the Masters and Dominas play with their pets, giving them the necessary training. Those already trained were there to suck men, my cock included, or lick pussies of the ladies observing the show. Girls discretely came on their fours and did the job with perfection.

Unfortunately I attended only dozen or so seances, when I had to return home. I kept contact with those dear people and started to push my limits in BDSM. The good solution was erotic writing. For a certain period I wrote roleplays with other authors, mostly incest and bdsm stories, kicking the deviant out in the open. It didn’t work as I expected, but I got to know some interesting people.

One of them is a lovely sadist chick, a feet/toes lover, a girl that has no limits in her writing. Trust me, in a roleplay - your character does not want to meet hers. We used disposable NPCs! To be honest, she’s such a fun person, I’m still in contact with her. We live very far, so I never fucked her, but If we ever meet in person, my cock will be down her throat after the first “Hi!”.

Another girl I want to mention is a French whore Aurelie. She’s not a prostitute, but really, and you have to believe me, a perfectly playable piece of meat. Aurelie is not interested in pleasure, but degradation, humiliation and being treated like a lowest of the low. She’s a stupid cunt that takes everything without any emotion, just obeys and wants more.

I started to train a girl into submission. Found her online, on a dating site. Her name was Maya, she was a HR or something in a big company. She was under influence of that book “50 shades of gray” and she wanted something similar. Now, I didn’t read it, so I can’t tell what’s to expect, but things were going well with us until she fell in love, and that was the last thing I wanted. So I kicked her out. I did like her, she was my type, slim and petite, but… she wanted a relationship and I wasn’t into that any more.

So, a year ago I caused two breakups. One was mine, when my girlfriend found me in a bed with a college girl I was suppose to tutor math. Which I did, besides fucking her brainlessly.

The other one was a divorce of a woman that had an affair with me. Yes, I was her lover, the husband discovered and their marriage ended. She’s still my fuck buddy, I spend a night at her place every few weeks. What a sex crazed woman, she fulfilled my every wish, every secret desire. I’ve done probably everything conventional, but never had it all in one person. Mouthfucking, anal, toys, sperm on food, bondage. She lickes my ass, sucks my balls, gags on my cock, treats me like king. When she calls to give her a ride, her hand is on my crotch the second she enters my SUV, stroking the wrong shift. It’s not a relationship, it’s fucking. There are emotions between us, not of love, but of lust.

Her daughter is a small problem. She hates me. I mean, I’m the reason her parents divorced. She’s in late teens, hot looking little slut. A party girl. If she’s half the nymphomaniac her Mother is… well you get the picture. Just for fun (and some teasing) I call her “Stepdaughter” and give her the looks when she’s half naked going clubbing with her friends. As in all good sex stories, I’d fuck her without any hesitations.

On top of everything, I spent almost three months in Asia. Mostly hard work, very little fun. Typical day was coming to my hotel room after work, late at night, tired like hell. I masturbated before going to sleep, had to compensate the sexless days. Couple of months without fucking - you’ve got to be kidding me. So, once or twice per week cheap whores were my comfort in a strange land. If nothing - a call girl for blowjob. Plus, I discovered that if a girl has a dick, there are still two out of three holes where you can fuck her. There was also an affair with an American secretary, but that’s another story.

What next? I have no idea. I don’t have any plans for the dinner tonight. That’s why I called this the Sex Odyssey. Well, it’s a blog, nothing THAT epic to call it an odyssey, but still... I wonder where will it all take me.