Paralysed.

L and I got back to her place well after eleven last night, with a couple of kebabs for dinner, because by the time I got to the pub where we'd arranged to meet, they had stopped serving food. So it was nearly midnight by the time we were both in bed and trying to warm each others bodies in the unseasonably chilly night air.

As is becoming customary, we spent a long time on foreplay; just touching, stroking and playing with each other. She does not like to be hurried. Eventually, I sank down to lap at her willing pussy, but after failing to generate an orgasm that way she pulled me up and with condom in place, I entered her very slowly. At first, I moved gently, patiently.

"Ahhh," she said. "That's sooo nice."I positioned myself so that my glans rubbed persistently over her G spot.

"I'm paralysed," she moaned in a husky whisper. I grinned and continued the slow thrusts that she obviously enjoyed.

"Harder!" she asked. I obliged, and moved faster and a little deeper too. She moaned louder and I could feel her inner muscles squeezing me. I shifted position slightly, and lifted her legs up then pumped harder still.

"Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes," she whispered as I tried to set a rhythm that would bring the orgasm I so wanted her to have. But it was not to be, and despite stopping for a moment and starting again, I was the first to come. She did not seem at all disappointed and grinned hugely as I lay down beside her and she cuddled into my shoulder, her leg thrown across mine. She talked about wanting to tie me up next time. Sounds interesting!

It was around 2a.m. when the radio turned itself off, but by that time L was snoring, and it was a while before I fell asleep.

I awoke shortly after 6, but we dozed fitfully until nearly 8, when L got up to make us both a cup of tea. A short while later, our mugs empty, we lay side by side chatting, when her phone rang. It was a friend needing a favour and she had to go. She had a very quick shower, but I was not offered the opportunity of a shower nor breakfast, which would have been nice. Instead I dressed quickly and we both left at the same time, her to her friend, me home and a long bubble bath.

I am getting used to this 'friends-with-benefits' thing. It's not the first time I have had a purely sexual relationship with someone - more about that another time - but this time, she is a genuine friend first and foremost. Even if the sex stops - most likely because one or the other of us has an exclusive relationship with someone else - we will still remain friends. Of that, I am sure. She even confessed to meeting someone for a date the other day, saying she might see him again as friends. It's obvious from her behaviour that she is not falling in love with me, which is curiously comforting. I do wonder how much she wants to give her heart to someone. And how much I do.

I must admit that, at the moment, the presence of someone I can turn to when I need a friend AND the ready availability of good sex has meant that I am less bothered to get into a more traditional emotionally-charged relationship.

Lets see where this takes us. It can't last forever, but we can have some fun in the meantime.