TWTWTW

The week is not yet over - in an hour or so I will be at the Kew for my regular Friday afternoon with D - but I have a little time to put the last six days on record.

Sunday - just two half-hour car sessions with D.
Monday - Labor Day. No sex.
Tuesday - a frenzied but quiet two hours in my office with D.
Wednesday - intra-marital sex with C, and two-and-a-half hours with F.
Thursday - two hours with F.
Friday - three hours with D.

Given my other commitments, this is plenty. Yet it seems, compared to last Fall, a rather repetitive diet. I have claimed, often, that I am not into conquest. But I am into variety, and it would be pleasant to diversify. At this point, however, Craigslist is almost a complete waste of time. w4m has been swamped with fake ads, and responses which I send to mw4m never seem to go anywhere either. I fall outside the age-range specified in most ads, and have no availability in the evenings or at weekends. The desperate housewives are a myth. Few couples seem to have any interest in sex in the daylight. I am hardly in a position to complain - as the record above shows, I get more sex than any man can reasonably expect. But about sex I am unreasonable, and appropriately so. I have enough, I have more than enough, and I want more.