New Dimensions

We have been together for five years, five awesome years. We'd crammed a lot in, travelled the world for a few years, tried a few different and flaunted our sexuality. Now we were back in Sydney for a few years, we were looking for some new thrills, and sex was our passion of choice.

We were both in our mid twenties, I was a few months older than Erin. My name's Matt, and I am very much infatuated with Erin, and her body. She's a tall, shapely ginger with amazing breasts. Caused us a little bit of trouble in the Middle East, cos I've got darker features, and a lot of people thought this attractive western strumpet had lead the nice Arabic astray with her curvy bits and loose morals. My family's from France, but never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

Anyway, we'd had a few chats about exactly what sorts of things we wanted to try out. We agreed that honesty was important, and that we'd ease into a kinkier sex life. We both had the right of Veto over the other's activities. Other than that, we were keen to see where this new venture would take us.

We'd had a few kinky experiences in the past. We'd swum naked in Greece, and shared a small dorm room with some Americans who were vocal in their passionate moments. Flirting was common for us both too. This is what had kick started the idea of experimenting with sex. Erin had been at a pub one night, and shared a brief pash with a gay guy there. We both got a real kick out of it, and fucked like crazy that night, fantasizing about where it could have lead.

That was last night. Now we are sitting on the train, heading out again, knowing that we might end up trying anything. My spine is shooting sparks, and I feel giddy with anticipation. Erin looks at me, and we kiss, keen to start drinking...