Small sample size

The study of female chimp copulation calls discussed in a recent post was based on a very small sample: just seven females. Chimps fuck quite a lot; a total of 287 fucks were observed, of which 104 elicited calls. The chimp community under study contained 25 adult females, but only ten of those were sexually active during the study, and three of those fucked fewer than fifteen times and so were left out of the analysis.

I fuck a lot, and, necessarily, I observe each fuck, though I may not remember them for long. The fucks that make it into this blog constitute a small sample. Plenty of fucks get left out of the analysis. The ones left out are not bad fucks - I am not really sure there is such a thing as a bad fuck for me - but the fucks that provoke the least thought, or no new thought. About most routine intra-marital fucks, there is little new to be thought, and so little new to be written. Times with D, though almost always astounding, do not always yield new material for reflection. So it is not surprising that the steady drumbeat of posts from the last half of 2006 and much of 2007 has slowed to a patter. This is not because I am much less sexually active, but simply because much of what I have to write I have written already. This betrays, I realize, another of my misunderstandings about blogging, part of the point of which is to say the same thing again and again.

Intra-marital sex is on a gentle uptick. C seems a bit hornier, and I have enjoyed fucking her. Deep into summer, her armpits are still unshaven. This morning we were interrupted a couple of times while fucking. That was fun, having to break off to deal with an unanticipated visit, then going back to it after that was dealt with, and then needing to take a 'phone call mid-fuck. C is coming harder than she used to, or I am better at feeling her come, at giving her my cock to feel herself against while she is coming - a talent that I have honed mainly with D, though I would give considerable credit to Q as well.

Extramaritally, I take whatever opportunities arise easily, primarily with D. After a hiatus of a few weeks, I am back to fucking F again, and I have had a couple of very fun sessions with J recently also. Alibi drought is always a problem in the deep summer, so it is the lowest-hanging fruit that gets picked - the local, the flexible, the reliable. In terms of sheer pleasure, each one of these encounters deserves to be written up. Each deserves its own recap, its own essay. But though each deserves it, it is not my duty to give it to them, and I am too lazy to do it even if it is my duty. At most, I can present a small but representative sample.