I wonder how many women enjoy the fantasy of having two men? And how many have enjoyed the reality?

Last week I was at a party at a rather intriguing location in the East End of London. There was a main bar, rather like a 1970s disco, with sofas and a dance floor. But there were private rooms, a 'dungeon', a little prison cell and an open room with lots of beds and armchairs.

There were a great many single men, as always at this kind of get together, though quite a few of them were young and handsome. There was a good mix of couples and quite a sprinkling of pretty young women, lovely, sexy girls who were clearly eager for a good night.

I was with Rodrigo, a lovely, good-looking, charming man, in his late thirties now but very fit. As much as I love him, though, he is really very submissive. And while obedient men have their place, it was not what I wanted on that particular night.

I don't know why, but I had an appetite for a young man, assertive, sexually needy, some handsome boy who would see in me what he needed and come and grab it and use it. I wanted to be used and used hard.

If I needed anything for myself, I could always ask Rodrigo to pleasure me afterwards. He is a perfect darling in that way and would never ask anything for himself.

We ordered some rather lovely cocktails from a gorgeous, stripped-to-the-waist waiter, and warmed ourselves up on the dance floor. Rodrigo had on a lovely velvet dinner-jacket and I was wearing a see-through slip with pasties on my breasts and a cute little pink silk thong.

As the bar filled out and the guests began to spread out, I thought I should go and explore. I asked Rodrigo to be a doll and wait for me, which agreed to do, and off I went.

I wasn't long in the 'dungeon' before I was approached by a very scruffy boy with a great shock of brown hair and a thick stubble. It was just as well he had pretty eyes and a sweet smile or I would have had to shoo him off!

"You look like you need company," he said, and he hadn't finished speaking before I felt his hand on my bottom. It was such a surprise to be touched like that, so soon and with so little care, and it did feel good, his hand being large a bit rough and strong. I admit, I let him carry on!

But just then I spotted a second young man, taller than the first, and neatly dressed in a nice a shirt and tie. He had dark hair, properly groomed, and he looked at me in the most darling manner, I could have melted right there and then.

The first boy asked if I knew about the schoolroom. I said I didn't but that I was happy to go and have a look. He gave my bottom a firm pinch and led me off, but not before I could take the second boy's hand and bring him along with us.

This is not the place to describe what went on that room, except perhaps to say that it was most painful... and extremely pleasurable! Poor Rodrigo had his work cut out looking after me the rest of the night... and most of the next day too!