In fact, variety is something I have always craved, which is why I have two lovers – one female and one male. My female lover is a gorgeous 22-year-old with ocean blue eyes, long raven hair and a wildly intelligent mind. Sex with her is always out of this world. She has an insatiable appetite for adventure and claims she is willing to try anything once. Almost two years later, she hasn't disappointed me. My male lover is a mulatto pretty boy with tattoos across his chest and biceps, and piercings clamping his nipples, one flicking over his tongue, and a Prince Albert. He is the shy and submissive type, so you can imagine our relationship is much more BDSM in nature.

The fighting began with my girlfriend. It was something silly I'm sure, and to tell you the truth I barely recall how it all began, but two strong-willed and stubborn chicks arguing with one another is never a good thing … unless you are the one watching. Of course, the night was not a complete loss.

Having a second lover with different interests, particularly a love for being spanked, caned, flogged or strapped can go a long way when one needs to let go of stress, and judging from the smile on his face this morning, fighting with my girlfriend was at least good for him.