V-day

Other blogs (the ones that used to link to me but do so no longer) blog V-day, so perhaps I should blog mine.

First, a pleasant little marital fuck with C, in the morning. She worse the jaunty and slightly boyish red lingerie that I bought for her a few years ago at Calvin Klein. Then I made my way - unshowered - out to Brooklyn to spend ninety minutes or so at the Brooklyn Motor Inn with Q. A new place for me, but a famililar one for her. She was as delightful as ever, and it was fun to feel again the heat of her come drenching my cock and my balls. We had a good time fucking and talking, and I do like the fact that with Q nothing is hidden. Just for bad form's sake, I offered her my cock to suck before we began fucking, so that she could taste whatever residue remained from fucking C. Afterwards, though, I cleaned up: I had an appointment with F later in the afternoon.

By the time I reached F, my left arm was bothering me. I injured it originally during a very strenuous hand-fuck with B a couple of weeks ago - I had a couple of fingers in her, and she was bearing down with all her strength on my hand, fucking her way to orgasm; by the time she came, the muscles in my arm were screaming; a couple of days later, persistent pain set in at the elbow and between my shoulder and neck. So with F I was a little hampered, and in considerable pain. But we had a good time nevertheless, nibbling on truffles and each other.

V-Day + 1: I had a quickie with B in the early morning, on my way to work. And a longer, intense time with D at the Kew in the afternoon.