Some years ago, I spent three months in the United States, in North Dakota to be precise. In winter. I didn't do much sightseeing, the company kept me busy five and a half days a week, they wanted their pound of flesh. It was dark when I left work and indescribably cold. The options for the evenings were television or drinking in the hotel bar. But there was an alternative. Singles bars. Very much to my taste. I was ensconced on a high stool, dressed to kill, waiting for something to scratch my itch, when a well dressed woman took the stool next to me. This would be interesting, I had never been pulled by a woman, though some have tried. The conversation went something like this; "Hi, I'm Barbara." "Lexi." "Can I get you a drink?" "No, I'm fine. Thanks." "You're English." "Just a bit." "I'm not trying to hit on you, I'm a journalist, can I have five minutes of your time?" She handed me a business card bearing the name of a well known 'lifestyle magazine.' It was early, there were not many people about. I was intrigued. I nodded. "I'm doing a piece on what women look for in a partner, what they want and do they get it. Would you be interested?" "Now?" "No, not now. Think about it, I want it to be as honest as possible, I'm only interested in women who really enjoy sex. Give me a call if you are up for it and we'll arrange an interview." She moved on to another woman. Why not? I thought. I was turned on just thinking about it. A man pulled himself onto the still warm stool. Not really my type, but he would do. I needed cock, presumably he had one. He did. He must have thought that he had struck gold. I fucked him dry. The next day, I called Barbara. I was interviewed in my own flat. Barbara brought two bottles of wine, one of which was empty by the time she switched on her recorder. She was determined to remove any inhibitions that I might have had. In fact, I had none. I'm not sure if the interview was ever published, but she sent me a transcript. I came across it again during a recentl clearout. This is it. I have un-edited it, re-anglicised it. For example, where I said "cunt", she had written "pussy". I don't have any pets! "Can I ask your age?" "Forty one." "Marital status?" "Divorced." "What do you do for a living? "I'm not going to be specific, I'm executive level and well-paid." "Do you currently have a partner?" "No." "Sexual orientation? " "Strongly hetero." "Do you like sex?" "Very much." "Do you masturbate?" "Frequently." "Do you use toys?" "I own several, but I prefer fingers." "Do you acheive orgasm easily?" "When I masturbate, yes. With a man who is good at it, yes. I expect at least one orgasm from a session, preferably several. If he's not up to it, I let him finish and use my fingers instead when he's gone." "What do you mean, you "let him finish?" "Men fall into two categories, selfish and not. Mostly you can't tell until it's too late, if he looks like he's not going to give me what I'm looking for, I just let him fuck me and say goodnight. It's all the selfish ones want anyway." "You just let them fuck you anyway"?" "Yes. It could turn nasty if you you just say; 'Ive changed my mind, please leave.' It's much easier to let them get on with it. I just become a blow-up doll for them to use, they would get more pleasure from a wank. Those who are interested in my pleasure as well as their own, get the sex they have only dreamed about." "Such as?" "Anything. Anything they have ever wanted, fucking, sucking, anal. Anything but S&M. I don't do pain. The man will have to have charmed me, anyone pushy gets the push. Tell me how sexy I am, tell me what he would like to do to me. Foreplay starts with eye contact. I like lots of foreplay. Slow burn. Make we want it. In the bedroom I like to be kissed and caressed. Cunt sucking will be rewarded by cock sucking. I like to do it but it has to be earned…" "You like to suck cock?" "I love it, don't you?" She uncrossed her legs then crossed them the other way. She was getting aroused. I certainly was, my gusset felt distinctly moist. I had never voiced my thoughts like this, l was enjoying it. But how far would Barbara go? "Do you er, swallow?" "Yes. Spunk is part of the deal. For him it's the entire deal. I like it. Not enough to order it in a bar, 'spunk and tonic please.' But it's fine. I like a man to come in my mouth, to spit it out would be disrespectful. What I don't like, is the suddenness of it. I can rarely tell when the cum's coming, if he doesn't warn me, the first I know about it is my tonsils being pressure washed. I like spunk, but I don't want to drown in it. I do like to see it shoot though, that's a joy every time, I like to feel it splash on my body, especially my tits, that's my favourite." "What about on you face?" "You must remember that by the time we reach that stage, I will be aroused to the limits, so yes, if he wants to come on my face, that's fine. As you know, it stings a bit if it gets in your eyes and I don't like it up my nose, but as I have said, it's part of the deal. Sex is like a contract, both partners have to be satisfied with the arrangement." "And anal?" "In the right circumstances, yes. I can't orgasm from it of course, but if it's from behind, he can reach round and rub my clit. If it's from the front, I can do it. I suppose the ideal scenario would be a his cock up my arse and his tongue on my clit. But that would need a contortionist." "Or two men." "Good point. I must try to arrange that." "Have you ever had a threesome?" "Yes, once." "With two men or a man and a woman?" "Two men." "Would you like to tell me about it?" "I had fantasised about it, but finding a straight man who is willing to share is all but impossible. Then a friend told me about an escort agency that she had used." "You paid for it?" "I did. And it was worth every penny. Those guys were hunks, they could have been male models. Both extremely well endowed and with marathon runner stamina. I lost count of my orgasms after the fourth. Do you want the details?" "If your happy to tell me, yes." "They came to my flat. We had drinks and they asked me what I wanted. They undressed me together with lots of kissing and touching, until I was naked and they were both fully dressed. Suits, ties, the whole thing. Then they stripped. Neither of them were fully hard, but they had semi's. Even in that state they made my knees buckle. They layed me on my back on the bed and eack took charge of a tit, alternating with kissing me on the mouth. I had a cock in each hand, both now erect. They teased me,, stroking their way down to my crutch, I tried to spread my legs to give them access. Each of them pushed fingers into my cunt, first one from each, then more. Then they used their thumbs to press my cunt lips against my clit. Just pressure, no movement. That's how I had my first climax. Before I could even refocus my eyes, one of them was lapping at my flooded cunt. I had another orgasm almost immmediately. They then placed me on all fours, I expected to be fucked that way, but I was wrong. The other one knelt behind me and licked me, not resticting his attention to my cunt, he drilled my arsehole with his stiffened tongue. The other stud knelt before me, out of reach, and stroked his massive cock in front of me. I came yet again. Amost instantly, my licker at last pushed his cock into my cunt and began to fuck me. The other one walked towards me on his knees, raised my head and fed his cock into my mouth. Then they changed ends. But instead of entering my cunt, he lubed my arse and buggered me. I couldn't cry out, my mouth was stuffed with rigid cock. My sodomiser reached round and strummed my clit until I came again." Then we took a break. Barbara excused herself and asked if the could; "Use my bathroom" I wonder whether she releived herself by micturition or masturbation? She did take quite a long time, I would have appreciated a little fiddle myself, but I abstained and filled both of our glasses instead. She returned and we continued. "Where were we?" "Well, I was being D.P'd. I suppose that was the high point, they both continued to fuck me, but one at a time. I was out of it by then, they could have done anything they liked to me." "Did they ejaculate?" "Yes, on my tits as previously agreed. I gave them their fee and they left." "Would you do it again?" "In a heartbeat." "Do you always use condoms?" "With my casuals, yes. But I hate the things, a necessary evil. But my threesome was all bareback." "Have you ever done it with a woman?" "Not yet." "Do you see yourself ever remarrying?" "I never say never, but certainly not in the forseeable future. I'm happy as I am." "Do you see yourself as predatory?" "Not really. I certainly use men for my own pleasure, but they always seem willing. If I like someone and they are good at it, we will meet regularly to pleasure both ourselves and each other until one us gets fed up. It has the advantage of being able to dispense with condoms. But relationships? No. They can wash their own socks." "Thank you."