fucking, mainly - but also face-sitting, and fingering. I spent two-and-a-half hours with F today, just about all that time spent in one sexual activity or another. F is insatiable, and had spent much of the morning masturbating, or so she said, while waiting for me to show up. This did not seem to have depleted her in any way, and we were very soon fucking, on much the same pattern as yesterday - me on top for a long while, then fucking side-to-side, and then a full exchange of places, with F on top indulging herself as she liked. From that we lapsed slowly into lying down again - no, but there was also some fucking sitting up before that. Anyway, then she gave me a blowjob, and then a slippery handjob using lotion, which made me come. All of that, by the clock, took around an hour-and-a-quarter.
After a really rather brief respite, F sucked me hard again, and we fucked some more, including a long spell from behind. Then what happened? I am not sure of the order, exactly, but F sat on my face for a while, then sat on my cock some more, and then we swapped places and I went back on top until I softened up. I intended to leave at that point, but the temptation to go down on her was too great, so I then spent a good while licking and sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her, and then fingering her. She took over the clit-work, using her hand, while I continued to fuck her with two, then three, and then four fingers. She came once or twice, and by this time I was game to fuck her again, which I did vigorously until I came inside her.
In the two-and-a-half hours, I would estimate the down time at no more than fifteen minutes. D is the only other woman I fuck who can maintain this kind of relentless pace, and it is quite draining physically. Now, I could just put my head down on my desk and sleep. But after a little rest, I would be happy to do it all over again.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Back in action
The long, holiday weekend - sexless - came to an end yesterday with a brief but jolly marital fuck in the morning, and then more decisively with a vigorous session with L in the afternoon. And today, F, for an hour-and-a-half or so, which was really quite exhausting.
The marital fuck doesn't merit much attention, but it reinforced the pattern that seems to have taken hold with C, that sex is something for the mornings once the house is empty, and before the real business of the day begins. C needs to have enough energy to be confident she will come easily, wants to have her bowels moving beforehand, likes to be confident she will be well lubricated, etc. In other words, everything has to be close to ideal, so that the fuck will go nice and smoothly, she will come, I will come either at the same time or soon afterwards, and then we can turn our minds and bodies to the day ahead.
And it works, for her. She is up for just enough foreplay to get her wet and ready to fuck, and then enough of the familiar grinding thrusts to take her close to orgasm and then over the top. And, perhaps because of the general, 'let's get off and then get on' mood, I can very often come either with her or soon after. Yesterday, though, I felt on the brink of coming very quickly, and at one point had to pull out and calm down a little. C then used her hands briefly to keep herself moving towards climax, I re-entered, and we went straight into a neatly synchronized pair of orgasms. Job done, and no more than ten minutes start to finish.
Three hours later, after a little lunch, L and I were checking into the Liberty Inn for well over two hours of almost continuous sex, most of which was fucking but with some oral thrown in too. L was at the tail-end of her period, but the bleeding was never really an issue. We spent a long time with me on top at first, and then swapped places. L then really went to town, squatting on my cock and working herself on it with abandon. She looked wonderful, and felt equally so, and it was delightful to see her really indulging herself. Later she told me that she had never really done that before, and again I thought how absurd it is that a beautiful, intelligent and extremely sexy woman has had to wait until her early forties to find the freedom to fuck for the sheer pleasure of it.
Interestingly, things followed almost the same pattern with F today: a long bout of fucking with me on top, and then an exchange of roles, and a long and delightful fuck with her in complete control. F is in some obvious way more 'butch' than L, by which I mean that I felt more like I was being fucked by F than by L. To unpack everything that contributes to that impression and what it consists in would be a complicated business, but at least part of it is just that F has clearly done a lot more of this kind of thing than L. With F it is quite easy to imagine being fucked with a strap-on, whereas I think L would find that harder to deal with as a suggestion. I might suggest it all the same, though, as L is clearly someone who has a lot of territory yet to explore.
With both L and F I feel as if I am giving them something that they have wanted for a long time, and obviously it is flattering to be in that role. I appreciate that this blog may come across as boastful, but I do not feel at all boastful except in this regard: that women such as L and F, both of whom are very desirable, get what they desire from me, and I am capable of giving it to them because I pay attention to their desires and allow my desires to be determined by theirs. 'Desire' and its cognates occur and re-occur in that sentence, appropriately. My desire for L, say, is part of what contributes to her desire for me; I desire to fulfill her desires, because she is so desirable; she in turn desires to be desired, to be appreciated as desirable because her husband will not so appreciate her; each of us sees the other's desire, and reflects it back. With F this is true, but in a different way, for with F, who has no husband who neglects her, there is not quite the same lack; there is no-one whose responsibility it is to desire her, to serve her, to please her - and so no-one who is failing in their responsibilities and for whom I am a placeholder of sorts. L, though she is repulsed by her husband, still registers his neglect of her as a rebuke or insult of some kind, as A does too. With D this is not the case. And of course likening any one of these women to any other is mostly uninformative as they are just the women that they are and not representatives of any type.
Adultery is complicated. But it is also a great deal of fun.
The marital fuck doesn't merit much attention, but it reinforced the pattern that seems to have taken hold with C, that sex is something for the mornings once the house is empty, and before the real business of the day begins. C needs to have enough energy to be confident she will come easily, wants to have her bowels moving beforehand, likes to be confident she will be well lubricated, etc. In other words, everything has to be close to ideal, so that the fuck will go nice and smoothly, she will come, I will come either at the same time or soon afterwards, and then we can turn our minds and bodies to the day ahead.
And it works, for her. She is up for just enough foreplay to get her wet and ready to fuck, and then enough of the familiar grinding thrusts to take her close to orgasm and then over the top. And, perhaps because of the general, 'let's get off and then get on' mood, I can very often come either with her or soon after. Yesterday, though, I felt on the brink of coming very quickly, and at one point had to pull out and calm down a little. C then used her hands briefly to keep herself moving towards climax, I re-entered, and we went straight into a neatly synchronized pair of orgasms. Job done, and no more than ten minutes start to finish.
Three hours later, after a little lunch, L and I were checking into the Liberty Inn for well over two hours of almost continuous sex, most of which was fucking but with some oral thrown in too. L was at the tail-end of her period, but the bleeding was never really an issue. We spent a long time with me on top at first, and then swapped places. L then really went to town, squatting on my cock and working herself on it with abandon. She looked wonderful, and felt equally so, and it was delightful to see her really indulging herself. Later she told me that she had never really done that before, and again I thought how absurd it is that a beautiful, intelligent and extremely sexy woman has had to wait until her early forties to find the freedom to fuck for the sheer pleasure of it.
Interestingly, things followed almost the same pattern with F today: a long bout of fucking with me on top, and then an exchange of roles, and a long and delightful fuck with her in complete control. F is in some obvious way more 'butch' than L, by which I mean that I felt more like I was being fucked by F than by L. To unpack everything that contributes to that impression and what it consists in would be a complicated business, but at least part of it is just that F has clearly done a lot more of this kind of thing than L. With F it is quite easy to imagine being fucked with a strap-on, whereas I think L would find that harder to deal with as a suggestion. I might suggest it all the same, though, as L is clearly someone who has a lot of territory yet to explore.
With both L and F I feel as if I am giving them something that they have wanted for a long time, and obviously it is flattering to be in that role. I appreciate that this blog may come across as boastful, but I do not feel at all boastful except in this regard: that women such as L and F, both of whom are very desirable, get what they desire from me, and I am capable of giving it to them because I pay attention to their desires and allow my desires to be determined by theirs. 'Desire' and its cognates occur and re-occur in that sentence, appropriately. My desire for L, say, is part of what contributes to her desire for me; I desire to fulfill her desires, because she is so desirable; she in turn desires to be desired, to be appreciated as desirable because her husband will not so appreciate her; each of us sees the other's desire, and reflects it back. With F this is true, but in a different way, for with F, who has no husband who neglects her, there is not quite the same lack; there is no-one whose responsibility it is to desire her, to serve her, to please her - and so no-one who is failing in their responsibilities and for whom I am a placeholder of sorts. L, though she is repulsed by her husband, still registers his neglect of her as a rebuke or insult of some kind, as A does too. With D this is not the case. And of course likening any one of these women to any other is mostly uninformative as they are just the women that they are and not representatives of any type.
Adultery is complicated. But it is also a great deal of fun.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Thanksgiving
I last blogged while waiting for D to show up in my office on Wednesday - the last sex before the dry spell of the long Thanksgiving weekend. She arrived on time, but we had little more than an hour. With D, though, that is time for plenty of action. Much of it was straight fucking on the couch, but I also ate her out in the chair, she sat on my face, and I fucked her on the desk. Wednesday was the first anniversary of her father's death, and it felt good to give her something else to think about, and remember, on that day.
Since then, nothing, neither intra- nor extra-marital. But the week ahead should compensate. I had planned to see L on Monday, F on Tuesday and Wednesday, and D on Friday. L, however, has cried off on the grounds that she will still have her period, a fact that would certainly not deter me at all, but may her. So I will probably end up moving F to Monday and trying to fit L in later in the week.
Sex during menstruation has always pleased me very much, and I find it bizarre how squeamish men and women are about it. D by now accepts my acceptance of it, my delight in it. A has a little more of the Puritan about her, so the laundry issues bother her. A, however, has announced that she is going to take a break from fucking me, while she sorts out her feelings in relation to her husband, and adjusts to my new recruits. With her, the blood has only once really been in flow, the last time we were together at the Herald Square Hotel. That was a rather complicated day, as I had just been with K in my office for a little lunchtime cunt-eating and fucking, and A spotted K leaving.
Back to menstruation, though: besides the prettiness of blood, and the fun to be had smearing it on bodies, it represents fertility. C, now post-menopausal, no longer bleeds, and it is hard not to connect that to her depressed libido. Fucking, and perhaps even more going down on a woman during her period, expresses as fully as possible my complete devotion to her cunt, her body, her sexual self. D's friends are horrified, and I think she has still not told them the bloodiest stories of all. I will have to see to what extent L is herself deterred by her bleeding, and how much is just her being protective of me, assuming that I would be deterred.
Since then, nothing, neither intra- nor extra-marital. But the week ahead should compensate. I had planned to see L on Monday, F on Tuesday and Wednesday, and D on Friday. L, however, has cried off on the grounds that she will still have her period, a fact that would certainly not deter me at all, but may her. So I will probably end up moving F to Monday and trying to fit L in later in the week.
Sex during menstruation has always pleased me very much, and I find it bizarre how squeamish men and women are about it. D by now accepts my acceptance of it, my delight in it. A has a little more of the Puritan about her, so the laundry issues bother her. A, however, has announced that she is going to take a break from fucking me, while she sorts out her feelings in relation to her husband, and adjusts to my new recruits. With her, the blood has only once really been in flow, the last time we were together at the Herald Square Hotel. That was a rather complicated day, as I had just been with K in my office for a little lunchtime cunt-eating and fucking, and A spotted K leaving.
Back to menstruation, though: besides the prettiness of blood, and the fun to be had smearing it on bodies, it represents fertility. C, now post-menopausal, no longer bleeds, and it is hard not to connect that to her depressed libido. Fucking, and perhaps even more going down on a woman during her period, expresses as fully as possible my complete devotion to her cunt, her body, her sexual self. D's friends are horrified, and I think she has still not told them the bloodiest stories of all. I will have to see to what extent L is herself deterred by her bleeding, and how much is just her being protective of me, assuming that I would be deterred.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Faking it
Last night, in bed, C asked what time I had to leave in the morning, and I said, "Around nine", as I had promised to be with F by 9.15 or 9.30. C then said, "Why don't we mess around in the morning before you leave". I countered with the suggestion that we mess around right there and then, but C wanted to wait until the morning. So when I woke today, it was to the prospect of fucking C, rushing to F and fucking her, and then heading off to the office to await D, who should be arriving to be fucked herself about an hour from now.
The smart thing to do seemed to me to be to fake orgasm with C, so after a good, deep fuck, when she was about to come, I indicated that I was on the brink too and put on my best impression of coming. A quick shower, a cab ride, and I was with F, and pretty soon fucking her.
F is extremely orgasmic, and comes more easily from fucking even than C. This morning I think she came three times in the first half an hour or so. Her cunt-muscles are extraordinary, and she moves a lot, gives lots of physical feedback, picks up rhythm and mood very quickly - rather like A, except that A never orgasms from straight fucking. We fucked for a long time, with me on top and then from behind. F likes to be pounded hard, held tight while fucking, even have her hair pulled (something J also likes). It makes me a little uneasy, however, even in the heat of the moment.
What then? Cocksucking, including some deep-throat, with F pushing up against her gag reflex. And then we swapped places and I went down on her. But she has a hard time coming that way, and I don't think she did until I also used my fingers deep inside her. She wanted to come again and so worked her clit while I continued to finger her, and then we fucked some more and she again played with herself while I shafted her, and she came once more. An incredible capacity for orgasm.
As our time was coming to an end she sucked my cock again, producing those orgasmic or anyway pre-orgasmic spasms and shudderings in my thighs and pelvis. And then we fucked again, first from behind and then with me on top, until I finally came. I don't believe F came again, but she was also shuddering and shaking, as she had on and off for much of the morning.
F is a wonderful addition to my list of sex-partners, and she has also the virtue of an apartment where I can visit her - more pleasant, and also cheaper, than using hotels. J has her own apartment too, but J works full-time in an office, whereas F works mainly from home. I can easily imagine visiting F twice a week, which is the level of activity that she is looking for.
Now I must prepare for D, who will be here soon.
The smart thing to do seemed to me to be to fake orgasm with C, so after a good, deep fuck, when she was about to come, I indicated that I was on the brink too and put on my best impression of coming. A quick shower, a cab ride, and I was with F, and pretty soon fucking her.
F is extremely orgasmic, and comes more easily from fucking even than C. This morning I think she came three times in the first half an hour or so. Her cunt-muscles are extraordinary, and she moves a lot, gives lots of physical feedback, picks up rhythm and mood very quickly - rather like A, except that A never orgasms from straight fucking. We fucked for a long time, with me on top and then from behind. F likes to be pounded hard, held tight while fucking, even have her hair pulled (something J also likes). It makes me a little uneasy, however, even in the heat of the moment.
What then? Cocksucking, including some deep-throat, with F pushing up against her gag reflex. And then we swapped places and I went down on her. But she has a hard time coming that way, and I don't think she did until I also used my fingers deep inside her. She wanted to come again and so worked her clit while I continued to finger her, and then we fucked some more and she again played with herself while I shafted her, and she came once more. An incredible capacity for orgasm.
As our time was coming to an end she sucked my cock again, producing those orgasmic or anyway pre-orgasmic spasms and shudderings in my thighs and pelvis. And then we fucked again, first from behind and then with me on top, until I finally came. I don't believe F came again, but she was also shuddering and shaking, as she had on and off for much of the morning.
F is a wonderful addition to my list of sex-partners, and she has also the virtue of an apartment where I can visit her - more pleasant, and also cheaper, than using hotels. J has her own apartment too, but J works full-time in an office, whereas F works mainly from home. I can easily imagine visiting F twice a week, which is the level of activity that she is looking for.
Now I must prepare for D, who will be here soon.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
A in the afternoon
A picked me up and we drove over to the Kew, which we have been to just once before together, though I have by now been there countless times with D.
Once undressed we made out briefly and then fell to fucking, which was - as always with A - drawn-out and varied. A has had a recurrence of bladder problems and at one point, when I was standing and she was lying on the edge of the bed, she told me I was banging her too hard. But apart from that, we were unrestrained, and she helped herself with her hand to a long, intense orgasm while I was fucking her.
We carried on fucking after that for a while, and then at some point, when I was raised up on my arms and working the head of my cock back and forth and around in the entrance of her cunt, she began moving her hips and grabbing at my cock with her cunt-muscles in a way that I have never felt before. I would say that within twenty strokes she had me coming, so I buried my cock as deep as I could and let her milk me dry. I am not sure exactly what it was she was doing, and neither, it turned out, was she; I think it was the combination of pelvic movements and internal squeezing combined with the angle of the head of my cock in the first part of her cunt that produced the intensity of sensation and the immediate slide into orgasm. Definitely worth trying to reproduce some time.
After that we lay and chatted, partly about her relationship with her husband. And then she sucked my cock, for a very long time. I never ejaculated, though several times I thought I was on the brink of that, but I had a couple of my trademark 'dry' orgasms, the last of which was climactic in the sense that afterwards I felt entirely spent, and my cock softened up. I think I would have come fully, that is ejaculated, if I had been jerked off for long enough, fast enough. But I honestly don't care, and I felt completely satisfied when, after a quick shower, we left.
Though every other woman has her charms, A is the most complete sexual partner and companion that I have. If I were to be restricted to just one woman (besides C, my wife, I mean) I would choose her. For the sex is amazing, and she is remarkable. Z is the other truly remarkable person I have met who appears in this blog, and Z is much more beautiful than A. But Z is in the south, or the southwest, or anyway somewhere too far away to enter into this calculation.
Once undressed we made out briefly and then fell to fucking, which was - as always with A - drawn-out and varied. A has had a recurrence of bladder problems and at one point, when I was standing and she was lying on the edge of the bed, she told me I was banging her too hard. But apart from that, we were unrestrained, and she helped herself with her hand to a long, intense orgasm while I was fucking her.
We carried on fucking after that for a while, and then at some point, when I was raised up on my arms and working the head of my cock back and forth and around in the entrance of her cunt, she began moving her hips and grabbing at my cock with her cunt-muscles in a way that I have never felt before. I would say that within twenty strokes she had me coming, so I buried my cock as deep as I could and let her milk me dry. I am not sure exactly what it was she was doing, and neither, it turned out, was she; I think it was the combination of pelvic movements and internal squeezing combined with the angle of the head of my cock in the first part of her cunt that produced the intensity of sensation and the immediate slide into orgasm. Definitely worth trying to reproduce some time.
After that we lay and chatted, partly about her relationship with her husband. And then she sucked my cock, for a very long time. I never ejaculated, though several times I thought I was on the brink of that, but I had a couple of my trademark 'dry' orgasms, the last of which was climactic in the sense that afterwards I felt entirely spent, and my cock softened up. I think I would have come fully, that is ejaculated, if I had been jerked off for long enough, fast enough. But I honestly don't care, and I felt completely satisfied when, after a quick shower, we left.
Though every other woman has her charms, A is the most complete sexual partner and companion that I have. If I were to be restricted to just one woman (besides C, my wife, I mean) I would choose her. For the sex is amazing, and she is remarkable. Z is the other truly remarkable person I have met who appears in this blog, and Z is much more beautiful than A. But Z is in the south, or the southwest, or anyway somewhere too far away to enter into this calculation.
Monday, November 20, 2006
D, J, D
Last Friday D picked me up and we drove to the Kew Motor Inn. A standard afternoon - drinks from the bar, some pot, and a huge amount of sex. Nothing particularly stands out, but the proportion of anal to vaginal intercourse was perhaps tilted more towards the anal than normal. Time seemed to fly by, perhaps because we were not really stoned, but as usual everything was amazingly good.
On Sunday, under a rather feeble pretext, I visited J for a little under an hour, most of which was spent fucking her from behind, the position that does seem to work best with her. However, I also went down on her quite a bit, and she sucked my cock for a while.
Today, I visited D at her home, her husband being away and she having called in sick. Quite an extraordinary morning, as we were fucking by 9.15 and didn't really stop for three hours. I ate her out, she sat on my face, I fucked her cunt, then her ass, then her cunt again. We moved downstairs and fucked in the kitchen in classic MILF mode - her on the counter, me standing and poking her. In the dining-room she sucked my cock, and in the living-room we fucked. In the den we fucked more and I ate her out briefly before we moved downstairs again to the basement. There, more of the same, including a stupendous orgasm for her: she was sitting on the couch, I was kneeling on the floor sucking her clit and pinching her nipples. Then we fucked on the couch, and then I moved to a barstool so she could suck my cock for a while.
A barstool and a bar make a good combination: she sat on the stool, and I stood in front of her, between her legs, which she could then put up on the bar. We fucked like that for a long time and it was a very good set up for hammering away at her g-spot. Finally, I came, at first inside her cunt and then pulling out, so I came on her belly. She immediately began jerking me off, using the seed as lubricant, and cleverly working the very head of my cock with the palm of her hand, in what I believe is sometimes described as "apple polishing". Anyway, I stayed good and hard, so I fucked her some more and fairly soon came again, also pulling out and spraying seed in her hair and all over her chest. I never have these multiple ejaculatory orgasms with anyone except D.
After that we went back upstairs, and were briefly interrupted by the unexpected return of D's daughter from school. I spent a little while in the closet, in stereotypical bedroom farce mode. But the daughter went away again, and pretty soon we were back fucking. I came yet again after half an hour or so, this time in D's ass.
That was it, except for a brief blowjob in the kitchen after we had eaten some blueberry pancakes, which might have led to another ejaculation but that we ran out of time.
Tomorrow I am supposed to see A in the afternoon, though she has a bladder problem which may constrain us somewhat. On Wednesday the plan is to see F in the morning and D in the afternoon. Then Thanksgiving intervenes, lengthening the relative desert of the weekend to four days this week.
On Sunday, under a rather feeble pretext, I visited J for a little under an hour, most of which was spent fucking her from behind, the position that does seem to work best with her. However, I also went down on her quite a bit, and she sucked my cock for a while.
Today, I visited D at her home, her husband being away and she having called in sick. Quite an extraordinary morning, as we were fucking by 9.15 and didn't really stop for three hours. I ate her out, she sat on my face, I fucked her cunt, then her ass, then her cunt again. We moved downstairs and fucked in the kitchen in classic MILF mode - her on the counter, me standing and poking her. In the dining-room she sucked my cock, and in the living-room we fucked. In the den we fucked more and I ate her out briefly before we moved downstairs again to the basement. There, more of the same, including a stupendous orgasm for her: she was sitting on the couch, I was kneeling on the floor sucking her clit and pinching her nipples. Then we fucked on the couch, and then I moved to a barstool so she could suck my cock for a while.
A barstool and a bar make a good combination: she sat on the stool, and I stood in front of her, between her legs, which she could then put up on the bar. We fucked like that for a long time and it was a very good set up for hammering away at her g-spot. Finally, I came, at first inside her cunt and then pulling out, so I came on her belly. She immediately began jerking me off, using the seed as lubricant, and cleverly working the very head of my cock with the palm of her hand, in what I believe is sometimes described as "apple polishing". Anyway, I stayed good and hard, so I fucked her some more and fairly soon came again, also pulling out and spraying seed in her hair and all over her chest. I never have these multiple ejaculatory orgasms with anyone except D.
After that we went back upstairs, and were briefly interrupted by the unexpected return of D's daughter from school. I spent a little while in the closet, in stereotypical bedroom farce mode. But the daughter went away again, and pretty soon we were back fucking. I came yet again after half an hour or so, this time in D's ass.
That was it, except for a brief blowjob in the kitchen after we had eaten some blueberry pancakes, which might have led to another ejaculation but that we ran out of time.
Tomorrow I am supposed to see A in the afternoon, though she has a bladder problem which may constrain us somewhat. On Wednesday the plan is to see F in the morning and D in the afternoon. Then Thanksgiving intervenes, lengthening the relative desert of the weekend to four days this week.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Stretched a little thin
Yesterday afternoon with L was wonderful. This afternoon I will be with D for what is our standard Friday afternoon party at the Kew Motor Inn. That ought to be enough, but rather foolhardily I contracted to visit F in her apartment this morning at 9.00 am for an hour or so. I am very glad I did, though, as F turns out to be a really amazing fuck.
F is 45, a single mother, a handsome woman with lust shining in her eyes. I met her for the first time yesterday morning at Starbucks and we talked and were clearly attracted to each other. But when she proposed this morning I was initially hesitant, as we would not have very long, and I don't like first times to be rushed. But that lust won out, and so this morning I turned up at her door to find her wearing nothing but a lacy bodysuit, and after brief kissing and a little going down on her, I put on a condom and we fucked.
Fingering her cunt before fucking, I realized that I was in for something special, as she squeezed my finger with her cunt-muscles very tightly. And the grip of her cunt when I first penetrated was amazing, and she came almost straight away - and then so did I, or at least that was how it felt. In many ways it was like first fucking L yesterday, and I was a little nervous about whether or not I would stay hard - but there was really no problem. So we carried on fucking, and she came again, and also a little later helped herself with her hand to another orgasm.
The fucking was very intimate, very friendly, very honest. Also very good indeed. We broke off and F sucked my cock a little, and then I fingered her - thumbed, rather - and then we fucked again, this time from behind, which was again very good. And then I went back on top and after a lot of varied cock- and cunt-work, including a display of those muscles, I eventually came. It was as good a first time fuck as you could hope for. As good or better than with L yesterday, though the mood or emotional tone was very different with L and that makes a difference also to the sex. L is at some deep level sad that she must find satisfaction outside her marriage; F is a single woman, though a mother, who might like a partner but who loves to fuck.
Impersonal, meaningless, casual sex? Casual, yes, in some sense. Meaningless, only in the sense that all pleasure pursued for the sake of the pleasure itself is meaningless. But impersonal, not at all. F and I locked eyes as I first entered her, and we were always acknowledging and accepting each other. This was true also with L yesterday, though again the difference in emotional context made that more melancholy.
Am I really stretching myself a little thin? Both with L and with F, I have felt a little less confident, and in both cases the urgency of their need rather overwhelmed me at first. Both have these really amazing cunts, that work on my cock. Both had me coming very quickly, though in both cases I could stay hard and so that was not really a problem. Well, maybe this is a trend with me - we shall see how things go with D this afternoon.
F is 45, a single mother, a handsome woman with lust shining in her eyes. I met her for the first time yesterday morning at Starbucks and we talked and were clearly attracted to each other. But when she proposed this morning I was initially hesitant, as we would not have very long, and I don't like first times to be rushed. But that lust won out, and so this morning I turned up at her door to find her wearing nothing but a lacy bodysuit, and after brief kissing and a little going down on her, I put on a condom and we fucked.
Fingering her cunt before fucking, I realized that I was in for something special, as she squeezed my finger with her cunt-muscles very tightly. And the grip of her cunt when I first penetrated was amazing, and she came almost straight away - and then so did I, or at least that was how it felt. In many ways it was like first fucking L yesterday, and I was a little nervous about whether or not I would stay hard - but there was really no problem. So we carried on fucking, and she came again, and also a little later helped herself with her hand to another orgasm.
The fucking was very intimate, very friendly, very honest. Also very good indeed. We broke off and F sucked my cock a little, and then I fingered her - thumbed, rather - and then we fucked again, this time from behind, which was again very good. And then I went back on top and after a lot of varied cock- and cunt-work, including a display of those muscles, I eventually came. It was as good a first time fuck as you could hope for. As good or better than with L yesterday, though the mood or emotional tone was very different with L and that makes a difference also to the sex. L is at some deep level sad that she must find satisfaction outside her marriage; F is a single woman, though a mother, who might like a partner but who loves to fuck.
Impersonal, meaningless, casual sex? Casual, yes, in some sense. Meaningless, only in the sense that all pleasure pursued for the sake of the pleasure itself is meaningless. But impersonal, not at all. F and I locked eyes as I first entered her, and we were always acknowledging and accepting each other. This was true also with L yesterday, though again the difference in emotional context made that more melancholy.
Am I really stretching myself a little thin? Both with L and with F, I have felt a little less confident, and in both cases the urgency of their need rather overwhelmed me at first. Both have these really amazing cunts, that work on my cock. Both had me coming very quickly, though in both cases I could stay hard and so that was not really a problem. Well, maybe this is a trend with me - we shall see how things go with D this afternoon.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Room 303
I met L, a very beautiful Iranian woman, for lunch, after which we walked to the Liberty Inn, and checked into Room 303. Though I would have liked to go slow, her need was altogether too great, and so within a very short time - after just a brief bout of oral - we were fucking. I was amazed at the grip of her cunt on my cock, how strongly she arched up to me, sucking me in. It was incredibly erotic, and she made me come very quickly - something that really does not happen to me these days. But perhaps because it was rather dragged out of me and anyway I was having such a good time, I stayed hard enough to continue fucking for a good while. Then we rested a little, I went down on her, and then we fucked again, though she did briefly suck my cock before I put the second condom on. At some point while resting, though, I lay on my front and she sat on me and massaged my back, and then we swapped places, and I worked on her, ending up with my thumb in her cunt. It was that, in fact, that led directly into the next fuck.
The next fuck, even though it lacked the urgency of the first, was really more spectacular, as we talked and joked, lost ourselves in fucking, talked more, and so on, for a long, long time. I have given up worrying too much about orgasms, my own or anyone else's, as they are in a way a distraction from the pleasure of the moment, but it did seem that L had quite a few over the course of the afternoon, both fucking and when I went down on her. She also described the sex as the best she had ever had, which I took with a pinch of salt but I suspect was the truth.
L is remarkably beautiful. She is tall, slim, her body is very well toned, her skin is practically flawless, she moves well, is highly sexual, has a very lively, active cunt, strong muscles, good hips, long legs; altogether a woman who if she were in bed next to me every night and was game, I would be jumping all over. Her husband has no interest in her at all. He will not fuck her even when she begs, turns down blowjobs, has no desire for her and regards her sexual needs as crazy. And yet, quite clearly, she longs for him to desire her, and doubts her own desirability because of his lack of interest. Perhaps he is gay, perhaps he is simply asexual, or perhaps he finds her sexual desire improper because of some strange views about women, and so denies sex to her to punish her for those desires. It is so sad, and so strange. But perhaps it is not that unusual, as there are many similarities between L's situation and A's. A, however, is fucking me and other men pretty much at will; L is still very hesitant, and although she had a very good time today, she says she does not want a repeat performance until the spring! We shall see about that.
The next fuck, even though it lacked the urgency of the first, was really more spectacular, as we talked and joked, lost ourselves in fucking, talked more, and so on, for a long, long time. I have given up worrying too much about orgasms, my own or anyone else's, as they are in a way a distraction from the pleasure of the moment, but it did seem that L had quite a few over the course of the afternoon, both fucking and when I went down on her. She also described the sex as the best she had ever had, which I took with a pinch of salt but I suspect was the truth.
L is remarkably beautiful. She is tall, slim, her body is very well toned, her skin is practically flawless, she moves well, is highly sexual, has a very lively, active cunt, strong muscles, good hips, long legs; altogether a woman who if she were in bed next to me every night and was game, I would be jumping all over. Her husband has no interest in her at all. He will not fuck her even when she begs, turns down blowjobs, has no desire for her and regards her sexual needs as crazy. And yet, quite clearly, she longs for him to desire her, and doubts her own desirability because of his lack of interest. Perhaps he is gay, perhaps he is simply asexual, or perhaps he finds her sexual desire improper because of some strange views about women, and so denies sex to her to punish her for those desires. It is so sad, and so strange. But perhaps it is not that unusual, as there are many similarities between L's situation and A's. A, however, is fucking me and other men pretty much at will; L is still very hesitant, and although she had a very good time today, she says she does not want a repeat performance until the spring! We shall see about that.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Office hours with D
On Tuesday D came to my office at around 1.15 and stayed for an hour and a half or so. At the very end, when I had been on the cusp of coming for what seemed like a very long time, and maybe had come in her ass already - but sometimes it is difficult to tell - D jerked me off, while I was sitting on the couch. I have always liked handjobs, and those little handjob clips on porn sites on the internet are one of the few porn clips I enjoy at all. I came a lot, spraying some sperm up onto my upper chest, while more just gushed out and ran down over D's hand and my cock into my pubic hair.
The volume of sperm suggested that I had not come at all earlier when I was fucking D in the ass - but I had a few dry orgasmic spasms when she was sucking my cock and when I was fucking her ass, and at one point her ass suddenly became much slicker and wetter, which is hard to explain. But who knows, or really cares?
The handjob was a highlight, as was D sitting on my face while I lay on the floor. She comes very quickly that way. We fucked on the couch, on the floor, on the desk. At this point, all concern with hygienic separation of vaginal and anal intercourse has vanished with D, and she has never had any problems as a result, so clearly there is a certain amount of scare-mongering going on. It is fun to switch back and forth between fucking her ass and her cunt.
As all this was going on in my office with colleagues around, we were forced to be fairly quiet. But there is something rather enjoybale about that too - it imposes a kind of discipline that makes it easier to concentrate on sensations, as if the energy that would be used up expressing those sensations vocally has nowhere to go but into an increased attention on the sensations that cannot be so expressed.
Late last night, when C and I were in bed, we fucked. It took her longer than usual to come, which was good, but at that point I was still some way short of coming myself. I fucked her for a while longer, and that was great, but at some point it was quite clear that really she just wanted it to be over. Nothing is quite such an anti-aphrodisiac as that, though I also think it is quite reasonable from her point of view. She had come, she wasn't going to come again, she was happy to lie there for a while, but not for ever - all this is perfectly sensible and mature. But fuck sensible and mature! I just wanted to carry on sweating over her, fucking away for as long as it took, or longer. She really just wanted to go to sleep. Thus it is that a long-established marriage that is probably far better than average in sexual terms is nevertheless not much good at all. I can't imagine preferring to go to sleep than to continue fucking, though I can imagine falling asleep while fucking (and I think did that with D once when she was staying over at the XXXXX Hotel nearby).
Today, Wednesday, nothing is happening. Tomorrow, however, should be an interesting day, if things turn out as planned.
The volume of sperm suggested that I had not come at all earlier when I was fucking D in the ass - but I had a few dry orgasmic spasms when she was sucking my cock and when I was fucking her ass, and at one point her ass suddenly became much slicker and wetter, which is hard to explain. But who knows, or really cares?
The handjob was a highlight, as was D sitting on my face while I lay on the floor. She comes very quickly that way. We fucked on the couch, on the floor, on the desk. At this point, all concern with hygienic separation of vaginal and anal intercourse has vanished with D, and she has never had any problems as a result, so clearly there is a certain amount of scare-mongering going on. It is fun to switch back and forth between fucking her ass and her cunt.
As all this was going on in my office with colleagues around, we were forced to be fairly quiet. But there is something rather enjoybale about that too - it imposes a kind of discipline that makes it easier to concentrate on sensations, as if the energy that would be used up expressing those sensations vocally has nowhere to go but into an increased attention on the sensations that cannot be so expressed.
Late last night, when C and I were in bed, we fucked. It took her longer than usual to come, which was good, but at that point I was still some way short of coming myself. I fucked her for a while longer, and that was great, but at some point it was quite clear that really she just wanted it to be over. Nothing is quite such an anti-aphrodisiac as that, though I also think it is quite reasonable from her point of view. She had come, she wasn't going to come again, she was happy to lie there for a while, but not for ever - all this is perfectly sensible and mature. But fuck sensible and mature! I just wanted to carry on sweating over her, fucking away for as long as it took, or longer. She really just wanted to go to sleep. Thus it is that a long-established marriage that is probably far better than average in sexual terms is nevertheless not much good at all. I can't imagine preferring to go to sleep than to continue fucking, though I can imagine falling asleep while fucking (and I think did that with D once when she was staying over at the XXXXX Hotel nearby).
Today, Wednesday, nothing is happening. Tomorrow, however, should be an interesting day, if things turn out as planned.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Size matters
J's vastness is integral to her sexual appeal. Fucking her hard from behind, in our favoured manner, with her kneeling on the edge of the bed and me standing behind her, she looks magnificent; and when pounding her, all her flesh registers the impact. It is extremely sexy.
In not much more than an hour we fucked a lot, and I also went down on her for a little while. But rather like A, J often wants to get me inside her as soon as possible. So fucking was definitely the main item on the agenda. Because of her size, J is very easy to fuck hard. Whatever vestigial nervousness or anxiety about causing pain while fucking remains in me - the whole business of penetration and pain is a complicated one - is bracketed off with J because she is huge and resilient. And she always responds to an increase in forcefulness with enthusiasm. This is true of D too, but somehow that seems different, though I am not sure I can explain why. With D, the thrill is going beyond the limits of what she can take; with J it is rather than there are no limits to what she can take. That is, however, a glib way of describing the contrast - but I can do no better now.
J moved fully on to the bed and I fucked her again from behind, with her lying down. That too always works very well with her, and she told me she was about to come. I asked if she wanted to aim at coming together, but she came before I could quite reach climax, so that did not happen. I came shortly after her, though, and then we were done.
Chatting briefly afterwards, J told me that she is now much more sensitized to the sexiness of men who vaguely resemble me - the grey, slender, scholarly types. The same is true for me - I notice and register the sexual appeal of fat women more than I did before. I feel sorry for men who are incapable of stretching their sexuality in this direction, as women of J's vastness are deeply sexy. I freely admit that I was hesitant and a little bewildered with J at the start, and I suppose that other men never get beyond that (or never even get that far). They are missing a lot.
In not much more than an hour we fucked a lot, and I also went down on her for a little while. But rather like A, J often wants to get me inside her as soon as possible. So fucking was definitely the main item on the agenda. Because of her size, J is very easy to fuck hard. Whatever vestigial nervousness or anxiety about causing pain while fucking remains in me - the whole business of penetration and pain is a complicated one - is bracketed off with J because she is huge and resilient. And she always responds to an increase in forcefulness with enthusiasm. This is true of D too, but somehow that seems different, though I am not sure I can explain why. With D, the thrill is going beyond the limits of what she can take; with J it is rather than there are no limits to what she can take. That is, however, a glib way of describing the contrast - but I can do no better now.
J moved fully on to the bed and I fucked her again from behind, with her lying down. That too always works very well with her, and she told me she was about to come. I asked if she wanted to aim at coming together, but she came before I could quite reach climax, so that did not happen. I came shortly after her, though, and then we were done.
Chatting briefly afterwards, J told me that she is now much more sensitized to the sexiness of men who vaguely resemble me - the grey, slender, scholarly types. The same is true for me - I notice and register the sexual appeal of fat women more than I did before. I feel sorry for men who are incapable of stretching their sexuality in this direction, as women of J's vastness are deeply sexy. I freely admit that I was hesitant and a little bewildered with J at the start, and I suppose that other men never get beyond that (or never even get that far). They are missing a lot.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Freaky Friday
D picked me up at the subway at 9.00 am and we then parked somewhere quiet and got in the back. I spent a long time eating her out, we spent a long time fucking. I don't know how many times she came, but I came once in her cunt and might have done so again but that I was due at work by 10.45. I barely made it, with my shirt bloodied from the end of D's period, reeking of her blood and cunt-juice and sweat. Crazy, irresponsible, immature - but tremendous fun.
Two hours later we were back together, and off to the Kew Motor Inn, where we spent a little over two hours doing more of the same, plus a lot of anal and a long blowjob. Again, there were times when it was incredibly intense, aggressive, sweaty sex, and others where it was calm, friendly, precise. With D just about any mood is possible, though I suppose there is a tendency towards the freaky, frenzied end of the spectrum. But in the morning, for example, we chatted about the upcoming anniversary of her father's death while fucking gently, and D wept a little, and that is exactly how sex should be - a mode of existence that can encompass almost everything else. Do you ever see people talking while fucking in porn movies, or movies of any sort?
I am more relentless with D than anyone else. I never want to release her, always want to see if I can stretch her ecstasy out for longer, make her come again, add something to the mix. So when she is coming while I suck and lick her clit and pinch her nipples, I try to keep her going, stick a finger up her cunt, or in her ass, let her drift down from the peak only a little way before driving her up again. And when she is shuddering and convulsing, I like to slip my cock into her cunt and feel the aftershocks coursing through her.
Addendum: Late that night, I proposed fucking to C, but - as is often true with her - she was not inclined, and so jerked me off instead. Odd, isn't it, how the intra-marital sex is more impersonal, mechanical, mindless that the extra-marital. C loves me and wants me to be satisfied, but does not desire me much at all.
Two hours later we were back together, and off to the Kew Motor Inn, where we spent a little over two hours doing more of the same, plus a lot of anal and a long blowjob. Again, there were times when it was incredibly intense, aggressive, sweaty sex, and others where it was calm, friendly, precise. With D just about any mood is possible, though I suppose there is a tendency towards the freaky, frenzied end of the spectrum. But in the morning, for example, we chatted about the upcoming anniversary of her father's death while fucking gently, and D wept a little, and that is exactly how sex should be - a mode of existence that can encompass almost everything else. Do you ever see people talking while fucking in porn movies, or movies of any sort?
I am more relentless with D than anyone else. I never want to release her, always want to see if I can stretch her ecstasy out for longer, make her come again, add something to the mix. So when she is coming while I suck and lick her clit and pinch her nipples, I try to keep her going, stick a finger up her cunt, or in her ass, let her drift down from the peak only a little way before driving her up again. And when she is shuddering and convulsing, I like to slip my cock into her cunt and feel the aftershocks coursing through her.
Addendum: Late that night, I proposed fucking to C, but - as is often true with her - she was not inclined, and so jerked me off instead. Odd, isn't it, how the intra-marital sex is more impersonal, mechanical, mindless that the extra-marital. C loves me and wants me to be satisfied, but does not desire me much at all.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Lunch with K, after-lunch with A
Today was Z's last day in New York.
K came to visit me in my office at lunchtime, and after a few niceties she lay back on my desk while I sat in the chair and ate her out. Then we fucked for a long while, chatting amiably and occasionally surrendering to the intensity of sensation. I did not come, and afterwards I cleaned myself up and set off to meet A at a nearby hotel.
I had not told A about seeing K, but apparently she spotted her somewhere on XXXth Avenue, as she asked me immediately if I had just been with her. So I 'fessed up to that. Assigned a tiny room, A and I made spectacular use of it over the next two hours, principally fucking but also in a fine blowjob and, at the end, a couple of successive orgasms for her when I went down on her and fingered her at the same time.
Regular readers will be bored by this, but I feel it necessary to say again that A is the most intelligent, responsive, reactive, interesting fuck I have ever had.
K came to visit me in my office at lunchtime, and after a few niceties she lay back on my desk while I sat in the chair and ate her out. Then we fucked for a long while, chatting amiably and occasionally surrendering to the intensity of sensation. I did not come, and afterwards I cleaned myself up and set off to meet A at a nearby hotel.
I had not told A about seeing K, but apparently she spotted her somewhere on XXXth Avenue, as she asked me immediately if I had just been with her. So I 'fessed up to that. Assigned a tiny room, A and I made spectacular use of it over the next two hours, principally fucking but also in a fine blowjob and, at the end, a couple of successive orgasms for her when I went down on her and fingered her at the same time.
Regular readers will be bored by this, but I feel it necessary to say again that A is the most intelligent, responsive, reactive, interesting fuck I have ever had.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Ground transportation
D - who took me to the airport - kindly picked me up on my return. Not knowing where else to go, we stopped in the Kew Motor Inn parking lot for some heavy non-fucking action on the way into Manhattan. Non-fucking? Well, D had her period, and while that has not stopped us before, on this occasion we had little time and I was on my way back to the bosom of my family, so the problems associated with cleaning up after a bloody fuck in the back of D's Pacifica seemed insurmountable.
D got her orgasm all the same, straddling my leg and rubbing her cunt and clit against me while I pinched her nipples and we kissed. And then she gave me a wonderful blowjob, at the end of which I came profusely in her mouth. And then she drove me the rest of the way home.
Transport, then, in both senses - from A to B and from here in the mundane world of sensation to that strange orgasmic realm that D in particular is good at giving me access to. But she did, afterwards, laying her head on my shoulder, manage to leave a large semen stain on my shoulder, which C noticed when I got home and took off my jacket. I passed it off as an in-flight accident of some sort.
That night C was game to be fucked, and I was able to keep her coming for a good while, fucking her precisely. Then I finished up in her from behind. So I had a magnificent extra-marital blowjob and a fine intra-marital fuck in the space of just a few hours. A good way to come home.
D got her orgasm all the same, straddling my leg and rubbing her cunt and clit against me while I pinched her nipples and we kissed. And then she gave me a wonderful blowjob, at the end of which I came profusely in her mouth. And then she drove me the rest of the way home.
Transport, then, in both senses - from A to B and from here in the mundane world of sensation to that strange orgasmic realm that D in particular is good at giving me access to. But she did, afterwards, laying her head on my shoulder, manage to leave a large semen stain on my shoulder, which C noticed when I got home and took off my jacket. I passed it off as an in-flight accident of some sort.
That night C was game to be fucked, and I was able to keep her coming for a good while, fucking her precisely. Then I finished up in her from behind. So I had a magnificent extra-marital blowjob and a fine intra-marital fuck in the space of just a few hours. A good way to come home.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
A ride to the airport
D picked me up to take me to JFK, via the Kew Motor Inn. A standard pattern - we smoked some pot, drank a cocktail, kissed in the chair, lost control, ended up fucking uncomfortably on the chair, and moved to the bed - more fucking, a lot of oral, at some point D was back in the chair smoking a cigarette and I went down on her again. The delicious blur of stoned sex with D, with whom I am relentless and she is insatiable - though she does plead for a break every now and then.
We were in one of the Kew's mirrored rooms, and D did a lot of watching when I was on top fucking her. I did not do so much watching, except when she was giving me a blowjob. But the mirrors are somehow pleasing to have for me even if I do not look at them much, and this is something that I understand and appreciate better having been with Z, for whom the mirrors at the Liberty Inn were very important.
We finished with some deep ass-fucking and I was on the brink of coming but it was not quite happening, so I pulled out and while D watched in the mirror alongside the bed I jerked off, spraying on to her ass and cunt lips, which is something that we have not done, or not in quite that way, before. A standard trope of porn, but it did not seem as it does in porn, as done for the sake of the spectator. I wanted her to feel my hot sperm splashing between her legs, and she did feel it and loved it. Watching was not really the point for her or me, though of course we were both watching. But this whole issue of the relation between real sex and porn sex is complicated.
Sex with D is very intense and energetic, and in many ways it is with D that sex is most like the kind of sex that is depicted in porno movies. Describing the sex is difficult, therefore, because the language has been co-opted by porn, and yet there is something quite wrong about porn. Or anyway about the kind of porn that dominates the free porn sites and the porn shops. What is wrong is not just the hokey plots, nor the almost perpetual degrading of women, the bizarre positions adopted just to give the camera access to close-ups, the money shots; the character of the sexual connection depicted is wrong. When I am pounding D as hard as I can, and even when this is facilitated or driven by a kind of aggression, a refusal to think about or care what it feels like for her, still I look her in the eye (or if that is not possible, still I feel as though I would be looking her in the eye if I could). I use her name. To me it is especially important to transmit my recognition of her, my acknowledgement of the use of her body that she has granted me, and the importance of her pleasure even when both she and I are enjoying the fact that I am attending only to my pleasure and not to hers. I wonder if a film of our sex could even function as pornography because of this connectedness - that porn works by allowing the (typically male) viewer to take the place of the man doing the fucking on screen, and this requires a lack of connectedness between him and the woman he is fucking. Too much connectedness and it becomes impossible for the viewer to replace the man in imagination to the extent that is required for porn to do its work, whatever that is. To watch D and I go at it would presumably please a voyeur, but the porn-viewer is not in this sense a voyeur at all.
D sent a recap, as she often does. Here is an edited version:
I have been very horny all day thinking about our meeting yesterday. I feel very fortunate to enjoy something so completely... and I don't think I was trying to be greedy with you yesterday.. I am simply an opportunist and the opportunities with you are few so I am compelled to take advantage when I can. I noticed your hard on when we were kissing and groping outside at the airport.. I have been very wet all day thinking about it. I did enjoy very much all your tongue work yesterday... it seemed like everytime you began licking my cunt it felt new to me.. like I hadn't had it in quite some time and I was absolutely dying for it. And that mad fucking when you were holding my hands down and pounding me fiercely... at one point you stopped and it seemed like you just couldn't do it anymore... it was very exciting... and when you jerked inbetween my legs after you fucked me hard up the ass... that was fucking amazing! Why it just goes to show how many things we can do. And I didn't even get to fuck you in the ass . If you had only believed me about the time to get to the airport, why... you could have been very uncomfortable sitting on a plane for 8 hours after being fucked in the ass with the 8 inch... I would have taken no mercy on you...
But the problem seems to be that I get very greedy with all those orgasms you give me.. I just don't know how to stop my insatiable desire for you to travel back down my body and lick my pussy with that magical tongue and mouth of yours. I just love it so much ...and it seems so easy to get when I am with you.
'Greedy' is not the right word at all. D has an almost inexhaustible capacity for orgasm, so there is no reason why she should not have as many as she wants. And this is what she should expect from sex, and what it is a pleasure to give her.
We were in one of the Kew's mirrored rooms, and D did a lot of watching when I was on top fucking her. I did not do so much watching, except when she was giving me a blowjob. But the mirrors are somehow pleasing to have for me even if I do not look at them much, and this is something that I understand and appreciate better having been with Z, for whom the mirrors at the Liberty Inn were very important.
We finished with some deep ass-fucking and I was on the brink of coming but it was not quite happening, so I pulled out and while D watched in the mirror alongside the bed I jerked off, spraying on to her ass and cunt lips, which is something that we have not done, or not in quite that way, before. A standard trope of porn, but it did not seem as it does in porn, as done for the sake of the spectator. I wanted her to feel my hot sperm splashing between her legs, and she did feel it and loved it. Watching was not really the point for her or me, though of course we were both watching. But this whole issue of the relation between real sex and porn sex is complicated.
Sex with D is very intense and energetic, and in many ways it is with D that sex is most like the kind of sex that is depicted in porno movies. Describing the sex is difficult, therefore, because the language has been co-opted by porn, and yet there is something quite wrong about porn. Or anyway about the kind of porn that dominates the free porn sites and the porn shops. What is wrong is not just the hokey plots, nor the almost perpetual degrading of women, the bizarre positions adopted just to give the camera access to close-ups, the money shots; the character of the sexual connection depicted is wrong. When I am pounding D as hard as I can, and even when this is facilitated or driven by a kind of aggression, a refusal to think about or care what it feels like for her, still I look her in the eye (or if that is not possible, still I feel as though I would be looking her in the eye if I could). I use her name. To me it is especially important to transmit my recognition of her, my acknowledgement of the use of her body that she has granted me, and the importance of her pleasure even when both she and I are enjoying the fact that I am attending only to my pleasure and not to hers. I wonder if a film of our sex could even function as pornography because of this connectedness - that porn works by allowing the (typically male) viewer to take the place of the man doing the fucking on screen, and this requires a lack of connectedness between him and the woman he is fucking. Too much connectedness and it becomes impossible for the viewer to replace the man in imagination to the extent that is required for porn to do its work, whatever that is. To watch D and I go at it would presumably please a voyeur, but the porn-viewer is not in this sense a voyeur at all.
D sent a recap, as she often does. Here is an edited version:
I have been very horny all day thinking about our meeting yesterday. I feel very fortunate to enjoy something so completely... and I don't think I was trying to be greedy with you yesterday.. I am simply an opportunist and the opportunities with you are few so I am compelled to take advantage when I can. I noticed your hard on when we were kissing and groping outside at the airport.. I have been very wet all day thinking about it. I did enjoy very much all your tongue work yesterday... it seemed like everytime you began licking my cunt it felt new to me.. like I hadn't had it in quite some time and I was absolutely dying for it. And that mad fucking when you were holding my hands down and pounding me fiercely... at one point you stopped and it seemed like you just couldn't do it anymore... it was very exciting... and when you jerked inbetween my legs after you fucked me hard up the ass... that was fucking amazing! Why it just goes to show how many things we can do. And I didn't even get to fuck you in the ass . If you had only believed me about the time to get to the airport, why... you could have been very uncomfortable sitting on a plane for 8 hours after being fucked in the ass with the 8 inch... I would have taken no mercy on you...
But the problem seems to be that I get very greedy with all those orgasms you give me.. I just don't know how to stop my insatiable desire for you to travel back down my body and lick my pussy with that magical tongue and mouth of yours. I just love it so much ...and it seems so easy to get when I am with you.
'Greedy' is not the right word at all. D has an almost inexhaustible capacity for orgasm, so there is no reason why she should not have as many as she wants. And this is what she should expect from sex, and what it is a pleasure to give her.
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