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Just had a whirlwind week with my girlfriend, E, who came to visit and has now gone home. We live thousands of miles apart and hadn't seen each other in months so expectations were high. Would the magic still be there? Would we get along? At the very least, would we still have great sex? Butterflies in my stomach as I picked her up from the airport.

There are books written on long distance relationships, and the downsides are too numerous to mention. But I will say one thing - sometimes it's good to deny yourself pleasure, because when you finally satisfy the craving it's so so much sweeter. It's like not taking a shower for a few days just because when you do, it will feel soooo good. It's even more applicable to sex. I've been living a monastic lifestyle for her (SG being my only outlet for exploring my fantasies) and there is nothing like abstinence to make the heart (and some other body parts) grow fonder.

Of course it wasn't easy. The relationship I have with E could be the subject of volumes of psychoanalytical research. She tells me I can infuriate her like nobody she's ever met. She throws tantrums and I get tough and she can't understand why I can be so unemotional at times. It's a love story between a manic depressive girl and a boy with Aspergers. The funny thing is that we are totally well balanced individuals normally: we do this to each other. We make each other into monsters. It's incredibly fascinating, and totally exhausting.

That probably makes our relationship sound perverse and masochistic, which is untrue. We have fun together. We make each other laugh. The chemistry is hot. She can be so crude sometimes that I forget she's a girl. And she loves to be tied up during sex.

But, you're probably wondering what we did, because all this vague relationship psychology is too hard to relate to. We need facts, stories, events.

We drove to Vegas, from LA, 300 miles in a thunderbird convertible through the desert. We checked in to our suite at the Wynn, made our entrance known by tipping heavily. After freshening up we were ready to attend the event which was our excuse for the trip. Ladies and gentlemen, I kid you not, we were about to walk into my high school reunion.

I didn't go to high school in Vegas. I went to an american school overseas. Since most of the alums end up scattered around the US they decided to have it in an american city, so why not Vegas? And this wasn't just my year - it was anyone in the history of my school who could make it.

There is nothing more surreal than a high school reunion. Faces wholly forgotten for a decade reappear like some old nightmare you thought you had woken up from. Mostly everybody looks the same, although it's nice to see the butterflies. These are the ones who were shy, awkward, or ugly back then but who have now matured, gained confidence, and blossomed into swans. Real life has treated them far better than the cruel unforgiving world of high school. In fact, I might be one of them.

I have to jump ahead a few days because there's not enough time. If you asked us what we mostly did in Vegas for the weekend the answer is not bond with my high school brethren. The answer could be condensed into two words: Crazy Horse.

For those of you who don't know the Crazy Horse is a strip club that will never be suggested to you by a taxi driver, doorman, or liberal looking waitress. Even other strippers will turn their nose up at it. The perception is that it's sleazy. But allow me to translate - if you like disco lights and fake smoke with stage dancing from vanilla bodies, go somewhere else. But, if you like hot girls of all kinds sitting in your lap and groping you, this is the place. My girlfriend is bi and she had the time of her life. I spent all my money on lap dances for her. The best part, is that since she's a hot girl she could get away with anything. Men aren't supposed to touch, but she rubbed their tits, they licked and bit her nipples, she squeezed their asses, and with one girl after a steamy dance they ended up kissing and making out. Say what you will about me and my typical male fantasies of watching my girlfriend with another girl, but that night was all about her. She was the one getting off.

Needless to say, it was an experience that added fuel our already charged sex life. We have often fantasized about threesomes but Crazy Horse made us almost too excited by it. She was reminded of how much she really likes girls, and I was reminded by how much it turns me on to see her with a girl. Sheer hotness. She's living back in London now and looking for a girl to play with. We're not sure how to approach the threesome subject with a stranger so we figured it's better if she finds a girlfriend first, and once they have a connection see how she feels about getting me involved. But I'd be very curious to hear if any of you have experience in this territory. Any stories or cautionary tales? Who out there has had a threesome?

There's more to tell but I'll have to resume later, because now I want to hear from you.
In the meantime here's a sneak preview of a photoshoot we made together. I will post more later.