One night I met a slightly strange guy at the bar of the W hotel: He asked me if I liked to gamble, and I replied: "not really". He then asked if I had $10, but I only had 5, so he told me to put it on the bar. He got out a $100 bill and placed it next to my fiver. He then flicked a coin, telling me: "repeat after me- heads I win, tails you lose!"- so I am like: "Heads I win, tails you lose", not really listening to myself but worrying about my five dollars. So of course I won §100. I told him I didn't get it, he laughed and said "let's try again". So he flips the coin again and I say: "Heads you lose..." this time I got it (duh!). And another $100- not bad!
I made my excuses, thanked him and left. He wanted me to come to Vegas with him on his private plane, but he was far too old (at least 45) and leathery-looking and obviously cocky and a bit dangerous.
The next day I paid the money into my account which contained only $50 in total! I left him a message on his ansaphone to say thank you, but "forgot" to leave my number. I am sure if a guy has $200 to spend on stupid "games" he won't be lonely for long in Vegas! ;-)

Anyway, this wasn't the sex story.
On my last night in LA I was bored and had no car, so I went to the W hotel again, bought some champagne for $15 and walked around like a loner. Noone talked or flirted with me, and my friend was out with some guy.
Finally I got chatting to two UCLA students, who suggested we move on to another bar.
There was a porno party in that bar, with all the porn stars- great fun! I got a signed copy of their film and talked to the (bisexual) girl for a bit who signed my video, we all got fairly drunk. Somehow I ended up alone, drunk and horny on the roof of this apartment block with one of the students, the cuter one. What happened to his mate I really can't recall! I ended up taking the film to England by the way where I was unable to watch it because they have a different VHS system in the States, duh!
Next thing I knew, we were kissing and fooling around, and I got so horny I asked him to fuck me from behind whilst I leant over the side of the roof terrace, overlooking Westwood.
We didn't even use protection, how gross, but it was super exciting and we stopped and I think I finished myself off and blew him or whatever. Actuall I don't think he came, I can't remember now.
It is a fun memory in some respects, but I also remember how empty and lonely I felt. I think the plan was to go on that roof and swim in the pool, but the water was freezing. My apartment had a hot tub on the roof, no idea why we didn't go there instead. Maybe so I wouldn't be caught by my own neighbours, who knows. I never heard from him again...

2) Gloucestershire
I had this affair with Gucci (posh) boy whilst my nice ex was working away just before we broke up.
One weekend he took me away to a small romantic boutique hotel where Kylie Minogue had stayed a few years back. My flatmate saw us take off in his BMW and approved of his foppish hair and smart weekend gear, also she had to be prepared to lie to Nice Ex in case he called from Italy.
Anyway, on the way to Gloucestershire we got talking about Gucci's ex who used to be abused as a child (nice topic of conversation, whatever) which later gave me the idea I may have caught HPV from him, urgh gross, pass the bucket! I have since learned that 60-80% of people carry strains of warts, but only 2% have outbreaks. Also I am fine since my immune system recovered, it could be worse and I could have caught H like the Sailor!
Anyway, at that point I just felt excited and privileged to be going away, and of course outrageously naughty and slutty for planning to cheat on my boyfriend.
We got to the hotel and checked in (under Mr and Mrs Smith of course-LOL!), then we went for a drive to nearby Cheltenham (or was it Gloucester?) where we tried to find him a warmer jacket. It was freezing.
After dinner in a posh country pub we tested out the pool at the hotel. It was in a sort of greenhouse and thus not very warm, the water was covered with a blue tarmac which had to be rolled back. It was dark, with only the stars and moon to light the pool house through the glass.
The water was slightly warmer than the air in the pool house thank God, and we swam for a bit.
He came close to me, he was shivering because he is so skinny (he only ever eats half his food, maybe because he is so posh or whatever but I tell you he could do with putting on about a stone!)
We hugged in the water and I could feel his erection. I floated on my back and he took my bikini bottoms off, I think he was naked actually... he pulled my hips towards him and entered me, which was super sexy but I stopped him soon. I wasn't on the pill at the time and he'd just confessed to me he was married... Apparently it was a marriage of convenience to enable her to stay in the UK, they didn't live together but I don't even know if that was true, as I never went to his house.
We were frozen when we ran back to our room, we ran a bath with lots of bubbles and jumped in. He washed and fingered me in the water, and I scrubbed his back and played with his cock. It was nice!
I wanted to fuck him in the bath, and the water went everywhere. It was a small and old-fashioned bath tub so he could only fuck me from behind. After the bath we went to the bed and made love, he used a condom that time but he's one of those guys who would need a bigger size if anyone made them...
He always goes in so deep it can hurt if he's not careful.
He also spent a long time examining my pussy, which was strange but quite sexy. He told me he'd never seen a woman that close before. We were in a four-poster bed with the night lights on, maybe posh women and victims of child abuse only do it in the dark?
I knelt above his face.
We had to get up super early the next morning, I don't think we even had breakfast. He had an appointment in London and dropped me off in Hyde Park corner which was near a house he was developing. He wore a suit and smelt nice. I was very tired, and the worst thing was that Nice Ex had tried calling me as we drove to London. I ignored his call and felt very weird and mean. I took a picture of the sunrise on my camera phone and wondered if he'd ever discover it and ask me where that was...

3) France
I was at a very exclusive do I had gatecrashed with three girlfriends, and I met this guy. He was with someone who is somewhat famous, but this guy was very shy. My guy was Spanish or Portuguese.
We went and danced, then he pulled me further into the garden of the villa. We went to an area which was a sort of terrace overlooking the sea, and we were both a bit drunk and randy, but people kept coming into the area where we were and trying to talk to us, so we moved down some steps, further away.
He pressed me up against the rocks and kissed me deeply. Then his hand wandered between my legs. It was dark, but we were easily within earshot and in sight of other partygoers. Actually one of them weed into the bushes not too far from us... I have no idea if they could see what we were up to. I was so horny I didn't care. My knickers were soaking, and he pulled up my skirt and pressed my back into the cliffs and slid his fingers into my underwear and played with my clit and pussy.
He did it so well I actually came very soon, although I could see at least two people over his shoulder. His erection was pressing against me, and I so wanted him inside me, but it wasn't really possible.
I gasped as I orgasmd, it was so unreal to be that excited, literally in public.
We went around to the front of the house which was the only "private" area although I have a suspicion there was a CCTV camera trained onto the porch... First he pushed my skirt up and licked me, whilst I frantically looked around for revellers, then he made me go down on my knees and pushed his cock into my mouth.
He tasted a bit stale, but I couldn't really refuse him after he'd made me come twice. He pumped in and out a few times, and came without warning. I don't usually swallow, so I was a bit shocked. There was nowhere for it to go though so I gulped it down, then I picked up the first bottle I found standing around to get rid of the taste. I spit and spluttered, and we laughed about it. But urgh!
I am just glad nobody caught us!