I write this article to all men out there who think their luck will never change regarding their lack of a sex life. Believe you me, things change. A couple of months ago I decided to move down to London from Leeds.

It was partly due to work, but also due to the fact I was lonely, away from my friends and I was meeting no women of interest whatsoever. So, I move to London, feeling a certain sense of euphoria at starting a new life in the capital.

I started getting involved with my job, I was meeting lots of fun new people and was finally stating to really enjoy myself. Suddenly, I started talking to one of my collegues. 24yrs old, brunette with a winning smile and aphroditesque body. We arrange to go out for a drink, then before I know it, we are all over each other in a cab and we are having the first sex I've had in 7 yrs back at her place. Feeling elated and full of vim, we begin to see more of each other. I agree following a losing game of poker to my partner and her flatmate to cook supper for them both. Fortunately, I'm a pretty good cordon bleu cook, so I knocked up a fine repast and ensured there was plenty of wine and liquors.

As the evening wore on, the barriers come down and taboos are discussed. We discuss lesboian sex, and how my girlfriend and her flatmate had had fantasies about it from school, and how lucky they thought it was for them to know such a horny and laid back guy. Just when I thought my head couldn't get bigger nor my length for that matter, food starts getting thrown about, then we are play fighting on the floor, then the two girls start kissing very passionately, and before I know it, we have dived into my girlfriends bedroom and we are toying each other. Then my girlfriends flatmate tells me to play her as she's heard so m uch about my length and wants it in her. I'm feeling a bit concerned when my girlfriend says, "Play from behind, so I can toy her softness.

" As you can imagine, all my Christmas' came at once, together with me.

We proceeded to fool around for the rest of the night, then for the rest of the day.

Although the flatmate has gone, my girlfriend and I still think about the evnts of that night, and are considering entering the swinging scene. The only concern is that it will never be as good as that night.