B

I responded to this post on CL:

YOU ARE: Tall (5'8" or taller), Age 35-55, but look fantastic for whatever age you are. You take care of both your body and your mind. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN A PHOTO OF YOUR DICK. I'm more interested in why you want to meet me, how you plan to court me, and how you plan to please me. Please be well educated and well spoken. Nothing turns me off faster than stupidity. THIS IS NOT A FANTASY ABOUT HOW TO PLEASE A MAN. I am curious about how you would choose to serve and please me. If you DO NOT UNDERSTAND this concept, then leave now. If you don't know where or what the clitoris is, please click out of this e-post immediately.

Please realize that I am an educated, very attractive, classy, professional woman. I am not interested in boring "hook-ups" with tawdry, common, uneducated men. And If YoU WrItE LiKe ThIs, you are retarded and should stay WELL away from me. I want remarkable. I want someone seductive. I want someone with an education and a vocabulary. I kiss fantastically, and I am very sensual. I love my lips, my hands, my mouth, my body, and I know how to use them. I want a lover who is a sensualist...competent in many areas of lovemaking. My body is a temple. Do you know how to worship? Do you deserve to? Education, cunning, attraction, good manners and depravity will always beat youth, good intentions and ignorance.

My mind is my most fertile sex organ. Entice me and you'll go far....bore me and you won't get a response.

A promising photo and e-mail from you. I'll reply in kind if I like what I see and read.

More than any other sentiment in the post, it was "Education, cunning, attraction, good manners and depravity will always beat youth, good intentions and ignorance" that sold me on its author, so I wrote back, and a correspondence ensued. We then met a couple of times (a drink, breakfast) before setting a date to meet at the Liberty Inn.

B was late. On a first fuckdate, it is inevitable that thoughts of being stood up loom large. People get cold feet. So I spent almost forty-five minutes, a little stoned and sexed up, enjoying the wait, the uncertainty, the anticipation. Meanwhile, couples came in and went out, and I felt extremely happy that other people were doing what I was hoping to do. Sex is good.


B finally arrived, and over the next two hours we had a delightful time. B is a voluptuary - the word could have been invented for her. Her sensuality and sexuality is redolent of burlesque: corsets, stockings, elbow-length gloves and cigarette holders, and the throaty, ripe eroticism all that evokes. She is mired in a marriage that does little for her sexually, and so her appetite has gone unsatisfied. First times are exciting, but also challenging; I quickly gathered that, at least this time, B wanted to be pleased through being taken. So I went at her forcefully, first of all going down on her, to demonstrate that I was intent on devoting myself to her pleasure. Though each cunt is different, and each woman has her own preferences, her own thresholds of discomfort, her own patterns of stimulus and response, I was able to find my way into B's sexual response, bringing her to a good, solid orgasm.

Then I put on a condom and we fucked. B fucked me back energetically, and it was immediately obvious to both of us that we were going to have a lot of fun together. I do not have any good explanation as to how this happens, and I suppose it is part of what is often labelled 'chemistry'; whatever its etiology, it is wonderful - the joint recognition of a joint capacity for joint pleasure. Nothing else is much like this kind of union, though dancing, making music together, working alongside others all have some affinities.

B fills a gap between A, whom I no longer fuck, and C. With D covered, the next vacant letter is E. Any takers?