I met Sam in a club and we went out for about a month. He was gorgeous and we had an OK relationship, but we both knew it wasn't going to be long-term. However, I was really upset when he ended it and two weeks later I went round to his house to chat about everything. He said he liked having sex with me but didn't want a relationship. I could see what he was saying - we'd always had amazing sex - and before I knew it, we were doing it again. I always thought I wouldn't sleep with a man unless I was going out with him, and especially not an ex, but because we'd had sex before it didn't seem so bad. And somehow I think it made our break-up easier. I guess breaking your own rules is all part of life and growing up. I don't think I'd do it again but I could never say never. It depends how good the sex is!
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When I started my first job, there was incredible sexual chemistry between me and my boss. But he was engaged, so strictly off limits - until three weeks before his wedding, when we got drunk and one thing led to another. It was never a full-on affair, but we had sex several times, before and after he married. I ended things with him when he started mouthing off to colleagues, who then made lewd comments about my sex life. Some months later his brother-in-law joined the company. My boss began to worry his wife would find out about us and 'suggested' I find a new job. A few months later there were redundancies and I was out on my ear. Sleeping with a married man is a bad idea, and sleeping with your boss is dangerous. I got my own back, though. I took the company to an industrial tribunal for unfair dismissal, sex discrimination and harassment. I won.
I'm up for most things, but I always said I'd never sleep with a friend. I was close to Jack for about a year and a half before anything happened, I'd give him advice about girl problems and he'd come out with me and my boyfriend. When he invited me to an after-hours party at his pub one night, I realised I had feelings for him, and blurted it out. Thankfully he felt the same. We were worried about ruining our friendship, but before I knew it we were having sex on table 15. We've been together three months now. Breaking my sex taboo was the best thing I ever did - if I hadn't, I might've woken up at 55 with my old boyfriend, who didn't make me nearly as happy. Taboos are meant to be broken if it means finding the person you've been searching for all your life.
I never understood the attraction of older men, but that all changed one Saturday night when I met Tom in a pub. He was a friendly guy and he kept telling me I had lovely hair and was wearing a great dress. He told me he was 32, but he looked older. When I questioned him, he said, "Why would I be hanging around with lads in their twenties if I'm way older than them?" That made sense. When we all left he grabbed my hand and we started kissing. He asked me back to his and, without really thinking about it, I went. The next morning I woke up, looked at him and thought, 'Oh. My. God!' I found out later that he's 52. That's 32 years older than me and ten years older than my dad. I can't believe I slept with someone who could technically be my grandfather.
