Compared to God, I get rather little done in six days. I fucked F on Monday, D on Tuesday, F again on Wednesday and Thursday, D again on Friday, and then on Saturday morning fucked J. I do not plan to rest on the seventh day, however, as D is coming into the city for a drive-by, and perhaps I will be able to put other arrangements in place. The last time I visited J, I had some difficulty sustaining an erection hard enough to fuck her with. I do think J's hugeness makes this a bit more of an issue that it would otherwise be. With D and F, even if I am not very hard, I can typically manage to get my half-hard cock inside, and then I usually harden up as I work my cock in and out. This is harder to manage with J; there are fewer positions that work with her, and it is somehow more awkward finding the mouth of her cunt with the head of my cock. Also, she has a tight cunt, and it tends to tighten up even more when she comes. On this occasion, things went well. I took a precautionary dose of Viagra beforehand, however, so sticklers may wish to attach an asterisk to what follows.
J was in her robe when I arrived, and we proceeded to christen her new bed. I climbed on and fucked her, we then shifted to fucking from behind with her kneeling on the edge of the bed and me standing behind her, a position that has always been a favourite of ours. What else? A lot of fingering, a lot of oral, and she also played with her clit and brought herself off while I tried to attack her g-spot. I have no idea whether I hit it or not, but she did come long and hard. We chatted about her first date with a guy who seems promising, about circumcision, about how in hell she managed to be so unfucked up about sex given her background and her struggles with being always the fat girl. Then we fucked some more, including some very hard pounding and slamming of the sort that J complains no-one but me will give her. Finally, I jerked off and came all over her.
Sessions with D and F were, as usual, extremely enjoyable.
Philo of Alexandria attributes to God a rather interesting reason for creating in six days. God could of course have done everything at once, in the manner of Captain Picard: "Light, expanse between the waters, land and sea, grass, herbs, fruit-trees, stars, sun, moon, fish, fowl, cattle, creeping things, beasts of the earth, man and woman: make it so!" But besides creating, God also needed to arrange things, according to Philo, and arrangement is to do with number and order - and so obviously he did it in six days:
of all numbers, six is, by the laws of nature, the most productive: for of all the numbers, from the unit upwards, it is the first perfect one, being made equal to its parts, and being made complete by them; the number three being half of it, and the number two a third of it, and the unit a sixth of it, and, so to say, it is formed so as to be both male and female, and is made up of the power of both natures; for in existing things the odd number is the male, and the even number is the female; accordingly, of odd numbers the first is the number three, and of even numbers the first is two, and the two numbers multiplied together make six. It was fitting therefore, that the world, being the most perfect of created things, should be made according to the perfect number, namely, six: and, as it was to have in it the causes of both, which arise from combination, that it should be formed according to a mixed number, the first combination of odd and even numbers, since it was to embrace the character both of the male who sows the seed, and of the female who receives it. (Philo, On the creation, III)
Why are odd numbers male, even numbers female? Philo does not say. And he does not think the number one is odd, either, being the unit out of which all other numbers, even and odd, are made. Still, I like this explanation - fucking seems to play a role even in determining how God chose to create the world. In fucking, the man sows the seed, the woman receives it; he is odd and she is even; three times two is six; so God created the world in six days. I suppose that if it had been Adam and Steve rather than Adam and Eve God would have taken nine days to create.
Philo, though, is a bad guy in terms of circumcision, which he defends not just for its symbolic value, health benefits, and so on, but also because it diminishes pleasure. Adam was not circumcised though - if he had been, I think he would have been less of a man than he was. That would be at best two and a half times two, or five days for creation. Not the same at all, for five is not a perfect number but a prime, and those numbers are weird.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
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This blog should be linked to a private detective agency website. It is a brilliant advertisement for such a service.
ReplyDeleteLCA there are only 2 possibilities here: your wife has never learned to listen to her intuition, or she's doing someone else herself.
There is no way a woman would not sense this behavior on such a scale if she was tuned into her husband/partner/lover.
Nicolette, I would have thought the same. However, I can assure you that, knowing what there is to know about LCA from this blog(although I could never claim to understand him), he is a liar of enormous gifts. He also seems a person of great and various gifts: warm, intelligent, unconventional and loving (up to a point). I am sure, in fact, that LCA is a superb husband--he loves his wife and attempts to be and give everything (and more) that she asks of him. If she is not familiar with the patterns of behavior that adulterers exhibit, or not in a position to observe his patterns of behavior, and if she has no reason to be suspicious of him, in particular because she and he have a good marital sex life and are very suitable partners otherwise, then it is entirely possible that she does not suspect his double existence. In fact, she may not ever, unless something alerts her to this possibility--if LCA slips up somehow, or one of his lovers becomes irritated enough to "out" him. I rather think the odds are against both of these possibilities. But I'm not a betting woman.
ReplyDeleteWhat I wonder sometimes is if LCA actually *wants* to be found out?
There is no sense at all in which I 'want' to be caught, unless it is that special sense of 'want' that you get when you put scare-quotes around a word as a way of negating it. I do not want to get caught, I want not to get caught - but maybe I 'want' to get caught.
ReplyDeleteI am a good liar, as I am a good lover. I work hard on my alibis, I am careful about clean-up. But it would hardly need a private detective to catch me. C has her suspicions, and if she ever decides to act on them, the game is up. If she is fucking someone else, she is an even better liar than I am, and that I doubt (but of course, if she were a really good liar, I would doubt that she was).
Listening to intuition? I am not sure what this means. But Nicolette is doubtless right that I have tuned out, and so C is no longer tuned in.