Five-day week

Today I visited F for about three-quarters of an hour, making it five days in a row that I have spent at least that long with her. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday I have already recorded. Today was a relatively straightforward, impromptu fuck - we began with me opening her up with my cock from behind, standing, and then moved onto the bed, and rang the changes. Me on top, her on top facing me, her on top facing my feet, her on top facing me again, then me on top. She helped herself to one orgasm using her hand while I carried on fucking her, and then by grinding deep managed to help her to another orgasm. Then, after some frenetic thrusting, I too came.

That was today. Yesterday I began the day by visiting F, for about an hour-and-a-half, nearly all of which was spent fucking, though I did also go down on her and fuck her with my fingers. Typically, F needs to rub her own clit to come, but occasionally - and this seems more often true for second and subsequent orgasms than for the first - the friction of deep grinding is enough. I am not sure that she has ever come as quickly or easily from straight fucking as she did the very first time, which is in a way odd. Anyway, yesterday was intense, intimate, and massively enjoyable. Perhaps the most distinctive thing about F is her style of fucking when she is on top, which is very aggressive. She devotes all her energies to pleasing herself, working the angles, trying to get every millimetre of my cock into her cunt, increasing the pressure. At times, especially when she is facing my feet, it seems as if I need hardly be there except to provide this cock for her ride, and that is not in any way insulting but rather a compliment. It makes me extremely happy to watch this sexy, smart woman pleasing herself, and of course she looks great because she too is happy, she is comfortable with her own desires and her body, and she puts all her energies into fucking.

Though we had both toyed with the idea of full anal penetration yesterday, in the end that did not happen. But I did spend a long time rimming her and tongue-fucking her asshole, and also working my thumb or one of my fingers up her ass. I also lubed her ass-crack with K-Y and put my cock between her ass-cheeks for a while. Yesterday was also notable in that, by common consent, we abandoned condoms for some of the time (today we began, in the standing fuck, without, but after that used them throughout). F is not fucking anyone but me at the moment, and I use condoms with everyone who is fucking anyone besides me, so minimum safety procedures are being followed.

L, who I saw in the afternoon at the Liberty Inn, also fucks no-one but me, as her husband is indifferent to her. And in fact, we dispensed with condoms for a while as well. There is no doubt that condoms diminish sensation - how could they not? - and it is also clear to me that some are better than others. But it is equally true that fucking with a condom on is still great.

L and I spent almost three hours together, and by the time we left it was dark. Of all the women I fuck, L is by far the most ambivalent about what she is doing. In one rather sad moment she became tearful, I think because the pleasure she was having with me simply reinforced her sense of what was lacking in her marriage, and in her life. L also feels, more strongly than others, the artificiality of hook-ups arranged on-line. I cannot really see that they are more artificial than those that happen in singles bars, and they are in many ways more honest.

These topics, however, are peripheral. The sex was lovely - mainly fucking, including from behind, which I am not sure we had done before, but which L said was her favourite. And when I was pounding her from behind she did become very noisy. She stopped me when I was going down on her, however, and it emerged that I was being too forceful, applying too much pressure; once she had told me that, I backed off, and just worked the tip of her clit with the tip of my tongue. It concerns me, if only slightly, that I misread her reactions in this way, but L is rather shy about making her wishes known. Still, it is perhaps true that being with A, F and D, all of whom require and enjoy pretty intense pressure on or around the clit, I had become a bit blase and careless. I should have been attending more closely, I feel. By much the same token, though, L should have simply told me to be more gentle. And I think next time she will.

If there is a next time, that is. As usual, L suggested that it might be the last time we met. If so, we will have had three wonderful afternoons together, and she will at least know some of the pleasures that have previously eluded her. And I will have this record, and my memories, of her. But I hope that it is not the last time, as L is a very sexy woman with an extremely lovely body.

An amusing incident: waiting for L outside the Liberty Inn, I ran into A, who was meeting a man there. She had proposed Thursday afternoon as a time to meet me, but I had already arranged to meet L. We shall have to see how graciously A accepts my explanation for preferring to be with L than with her.

On Thursday night, going to bed, C was feeling horny, so we fucked for a while, until she came, and then a little while longer, before it was clear that she thought it was time to go to sleep. Interestingly, then, I had fucked three different women in the course of the day, and never had an orgasm myself. And I didn't care about that one bit, as my own orgasms are rarely an aim of mine, though obviously I enjoy them when they happen. Other men do not seem to be like me in this way, or so I was told yesterday by L, and have been told also by F, and by A. I do not know why I am different in this regard, and it may have a lot to do with the fact that these days I am capable of sustaining an erection for a very long time, and have some difficulty reaching orgasm. But there are times - this morning, in fact, when C gave me a swift handjob (assuming, I think, that I was somehow frustrated from not coming the night before) - that I come pretty quickly. So I think it is more that I am not focussed on my own pleasure but on that of the woman I am with; that to the extent that my own pleasure is my goal, it is not the explosive release of orgasm that I am after but rather the continuous saturation of sensation that comes from long, varied, attentive fucking; and that I find a woman coming around my cock, or on my face, as satisfying and climactic as any ordinary orgasm of my own. Some orgasms, though, are not so ordinary - with D, and perhaps even more with A, I have had the most intense orgasmic experiences of my life.