Desktop

Desks are perfect for fucking: she lies on her back with her ass right at the edge of the desk, while I stand between her legs and stick my cock in her cunt. It helps to have a desk with some overhang, so that I can get in close, and tables are fine for this reason. But desks tend to be stronger and sturdier than tables, and this kind of fucking requires complete confidence in the furniture.

For the woman, the position is extremely relaxing, so long as her legs can rest comfortably somewhere - on the back of a chair placed behind me, or on a wall if the desk is close enough to one, or on my shoulders, or resting in the crooks of my elbows. For me the position is an easy one too, and offers complete freedom of movement for my pelvis. It is possible to fuck very hard, or very gently; to chat idly while poking away idly, or to focus on steady, slick pounding; switching between cunt- and ass-fucking is straightforward. By holding her legs, it is possible to adjust her angle, to hold her in place while banging, or to move her around. I think more angles of cock in cunt are available in this position than in any other. Her clit is easily reached, and fingered or thumbed; her ass can be fingered while her cunt is fucked, though fingering her cunt while fucking her ass is trickier. I have not tried the strap-on in this position, but I reckon it would be possible to fuck her ass with my cock while fucking her cunt with the dildo.

A high bed is softer for the woman to lie on, and offers many of the same advantages as a desk, but beds that high are now rare. There are some at the Kew, and I once fucked Q in a version of this position on a middle-height bed at La Semana. F's bed is a little lower than ideal, but still very serviceable, and I fuck her in this position just about every time I visit, though the bed usually ends up rolling across the floor to the wall.

I have fond memories of fucking K in this position in my office: she would visit me at lunchtime, lie back on the desk while I ate her out until she came (which took a good while, usually, because K was always slow to climax), and then happily let me fuck her until I came too. I have more recently fucked B this way a couple of times. But the person who I have fucked far more than anyone else on my desk is D.

I do not keep my desk tidy, so fucking D usually transfers a chaos of papers, books, and letters from desk to floor. D enjoys this mess-making. So do I. I also enjoy, later, sorting through the chaos and finding hairs from her head, or her cunt, in the mess. While fucking, I find the sight of D naked on my desk immensely sexy: the contrast between the white of paper and the pale gold-brown of her skin; the clash between the regularity of type and the irregularity of freckles; the contradiction between work and play, between artifice and nature. Office fucking is a little spit in the eye of the work ethic, and who could object to that?

D, interestingly, finds ass-fucking on the desk delightfully calm. Perhaps it is that the requisite quotient of outrageousness is already supplied simply by location, so the ass-fucking no longer carries any weight in terms of shock. In this highly artificial, unsexual environment, any sex act at all is natural, and so none are more natural than others.

Twice daily

A man who fucks two women in one day double-dips. Fucking a woman who has fucked another man already that same day, a man takes sloppy seconds. These expressions describe matters from the perspective of the man. I know of no good and equivalent expressions that describe them from the perspective of the woman. Suggestions?

Some men enjoy sloppy seconds and go out of their way to take them. I am not such a man. But I have no objection in principle, and any squeamishness on my part is something to be ignored or overcome, like a fear of spiders or an unreasonable preoccupation with germs. Some women enjoy, or at any rate do not mind, a man who double-dips. Nt so long ago, Q sucked my cock clean when I arrived unwashed from fucking C. But as C is my wife, this may fall into its own distinct category.

Is there something especially wrong with fucking more than one person in a day? I do not see how there could be. Sometimes, double-dipping, I have had a few problems attaining and maintaining an erection with the later of the two women, but usually I am hard enough for long enough to fuck or be fucked for a good part of the time, and I happily put my hands and mouth to work for the rest. Each woman gets about as much pleasure as they could possibly have had, in the time allotted to them. They could have had more only by having more time, not by the time they had being better. If F is short-changed by my later being with B, so by the same token B is short-changed by my earlier being with F. This kind of short-changing is ineliminable. If D were the only women I fucked besides C, she would still be short-changed. That is the nature of adultery.

So no-one is short-changed. But people are deceived: F, D and B are all ignorant of the extent of my philandering, and none would enjoy finding out about the others. There is lying going on, obviously: I am a liar, cheat, and adulterer. And the deception, I admit, is wrong. But that is true independently of how many (or how few) women I fuck in a day, and so does nothing to ground the claim that double-dipping is doubly wrong.

In what else could the wrongness of double-dipping consist? Nothing. I suspect a transfer into the realm of adultery of values that adulterers openly repudiate. I should be faithful to my mistress, and fuck only her? I should be faithful to each lover, and fuck only one of them a day? Faithfulness is already set aside as a value, obviously: I am a liar, cheat, and adulterer.

That something is not especially wrong is not a reason to do it; I cannot explain why I fuck more than one woman in a day by saying, "It is not especially wrong". If my sole reason for doing it was that it was especially wrong, I would have no reason to do it at all. But wrongness has little to do with why I like fucking more than one woman in a day. I like doing so because it is delightful, interesting, challenging, pleasant, strange, powerful, fun.

I get great delight from comparisons and contrasts, from noticing similarities and differences. D and B, for example, are both multi-orgasmic, both come easily from fucking in several different positions, both come again rapidly. But fucking D is very different from fucking B. B comes very hard, and everything has to stop while she locks down on my cock and is racked by the spasms of orgasm. It is impossible to fuck her through these orgasms (or rather, I could keep fucking, but then she could not have the orgasm). D, on the other hand, can come around my cock as I continue to fuck her, and she enters a state of almost continuous, or anyway smeared-out orgasm, in which she is shuddering and shaking around my cock, and the walls of her cunt are fluttering at my shaft. I keep fucking, and as one orgasm fades away, the rise to the next one begins. I keep fucking, she keeps coming. Being aware of and attending to the differences between B and D is not separable from my ability to be aware of and attend to each of them individually. I notice more about D because of B, notice more about B because of D. Fucking B and then D within a short space of time allows me to notice more in each of them, and the more I notice the more closely I can attend. This is another reason to think that no-one is short-changed. The point generalizes: fucking two or three or four different women in the space of a couple of days makes possible sexual experiences that would not otherwise be possible at all.

Do I also, cock-of-the-walk, enjoy going home at the end of the day, two excellent sex-sessions with two wonderful women under my belt? Of course. I don't swagger, but I feel pretty pleased with myself. And why not? I have pleased two women, and am pleased with them; they have pleased me, and feel pleased with themselves. A lot of pleasing has gone on, and not much else. If these are not circumstances in which to feel pleased with myself, what are?