Normal service

I returned from family vacation on a Wednesday afternoon. By 11.00 am on Thursday, I was in a room at the Herald Square Hotel with D, working my impatient cock into her anxious cunt.

In the two-and-a-half years of our affair, we have never gone quite as long - two weeks - between fucks. We were delayed on our way to the hotel by a meeting with D's sister, who was on her way to her very first extra-marital encounter but interested beforehand in setting eyes on the man who has been fucking her sister; delayed at the front desk at the Herald Square, which is increasingly unwelcoming to short-stay customers; delayed by the slow, slow elevator to the eighth floor: D and I were desperate to fuck the second the door of the room closed behind us. With a high bed for use, we went straight into an edge-of-the-bed fuck. I hiked up her skirt, stripped off her panties, dropped my pants to my ankles, lifted my shirt, took aim, and with my eyes locked on hers, drove my cock steadily into her cunt, all the way to the root. D angled down on my cock and took herself straight up to her first orgasm. That was the start of three hours of continuous sex, followed by another three hours of equally intense, making-up-for-lost-time sex the next day at the Kew Motor Inn.

Sexual pleasure is typically understood as issuing from the satisfaction of desire, and sexual desire is typically interpreted as an appetite, like hunger or thirst. In this model, pleasure comes from the satisfaction of desire, but the desire is not itself a source of pleasure: sexual desire is like hunger, sexual satisfaction like a food that quells hunger, at least for a while. The distinction between good sex and bad sex is like that between good food and bad food, having to do not with the character or strength of the desire but with the manner in which it is satisfied.

This account gets sexual pleasure and sexual desire almost entirely wrong (and isn't much better as a model of food and drink, hunger and thirst). Sex is as much about wanting as it is about getting; getting fuels wanting as much as it feeds it. But going without for a little while definitely does add an edge, as intense hunger can intensify the pleasure of a meal, prolonged thirst make the quenching of that thirst more delightful. After two weeks of not fucking D, it was wonderful to re-establish the circuit that runs through her cunt and my cock, through my body, my eyes, her eyes, her body. So for three hours one day, three hours the next, we rode the delightful urgency of our desire for each other, as if something huge had been pentup, and now was released.

I wouldn't choose, in advance, to go two weeks without fucking D, in order to enjoy the particular pleasure of fucking her after two weeks without. But I am glad to have had the pleasure of fucking her after two weeks without, and so am glad, looking back, to have gone those two weeks without fucking her.

Now, things are quite back to normal: forty minutes of car sex with D on Sunday evening; an intra-marital handjob on Monday morning; another three-hour session at the Kew with D on Tuesday involving her new red bikini, about which I shall post when I have the narrative in good shape; a quiet Wednesday; and a delightful but brief intra-marital fuck on Thursday morning.

Hard and fast

D called me while I was in my office, telling me she could pick me up in ten minutes, drive us to our local car-sex spot, fuck for fifteen or twenty minutes, and then drive me back. Was I game? I was.

I have been fucking D for more than two years. Back near the beginning, twenty minutes of car sex would have meant an orgasm or perhaps two for her, from oral sex, and some fucking leading to an orgasm for me too. Or perhaps a blowjob for me, oral for her, some fucking as well.

By now, however, D is multi-orgasmic to an extraordinary degree, and loves to come while fucking, so once she had sucked me hard, she told me to lie back so she could ride my cock. By the time she lifted herself off my cock to sit on my face perhaps ten minutes later, I think she had come six or seven times, including three orgasms that could not have been more than twenty or thirty seconds apart. She came again on my face, and then I got on top and fucked her, eventually banging her into the corner of the tight space. I thought that our monumental joint orgasm, where I felt like I was pissing seed into her in long spouts while her cunt convulsed and clenched around me, was the end of it, but after I pulled out of her and sat back, frothy white seed dripped out of her. I caught some on my finger and gave it to her to taste, and tasted some more myself. From there, it seemed necessary for her to sit on my face once again, and she came for the last time grinding her clit into my mouth.

This counts, I suppose, as a quickie. But D and I know each other so well sexually, and are so good at fucking each other, that we can do more in twenty minutes than we used to do in an hour or two.

Van Wyck

D and I have had car-sex in many places around the city by now, but there are a couple of regular spots. One of these is a side-road next to the Van Wyck Expressway. Parked there in winter, as we were yesterday, the surroundings are urban. The thin scrim of trees separating us from the stream of traffic is leafless. It is cold. Trash is the dominant ground-cover. But once we are in the back of the Pacifica, with the middle row of seats folded down, the heat running, our clothes stripped off and shoved anywhere to get them out of the way, everything outside the car drops out of consciousness.

D was just about to get her period, and tasted delicious. We began with her lying back while I ate her cunt, and ended with her sitting on my face while my seed leaked out of her cunt and into my mouth. In between, a lot of excellent fucking.

The same spot in summer is very different. The trees in leaf obscure the highway and muffle the sounds. Looking around while fucking, we could almost be parked in a woodland, far from the city. Sunshine washes into the car. It is not quite outdoor sex, but it has something of that character, and with the windows a little open, the whine and rumble of the traffic underscores birdsong. In that light, D's freckled body against the car-cloth on the backs of the seats looks startlingly natural. I suppose that my body does too. Two primates copulating in their habitat - trees, trash, traffic.

Conventions

I had to attend a large convention, in a large convention hotel. D came with me. On the drive down we stopped and fucked three times in rest-stop parking lots, so the whole journey there was punctuated with sex, and it was at least as much fun to travel as to arrive. D was wearing a short skirt, thigh-high stockings and no underwear, so I could finger her whenever I liked, and it was exciting and educational to note how her cunt ripened as the hours went by. I came inside her the first time that we fucked, at the Thomas Edison rest-stop on the New Jersey Turnpike. That fuck was, as much as anything, just fucking in order to break the sexual tension. I am not sure whether I cam in her at the second stop, which I think was Walt Whitman. The third stop - Clara Barton, in Delaware - was more extensive, with all clothes off, and by that point D's cunt was swollen, pungent, and utterly delicious.

I was able to check in at the hotel early, so we could have an hour and a bit to go at each other before I had to leave to work. That was the first ass-fuck. There is something extremely pleasing about sitting through tiresome meetings with tedious colleagues just minutes after a vigorous, vocal ass-fuck. Later, we had a quick session around dinner-time, and then met again at midnight and fucked as far into the night as we could, fuelled with pot, wine, music, and a 3.00 am stroll around the empty city.

D's capacity for pleasure, as I have so often noted, is almost limitless. Sometimes, starting to fuck again, we are both so sensitive as to be sore - I have to go slow in entering, she is a little dry at first. But neither of us have any reluctance about forging ahead, for once she opens up she will also become wet, and from then until we are done the sensitivity is all in the service of pleasure rather than in the way of it.

We had two nights together, sleeping very little, and odd times grabbed throughout the day. So a huge amount of sex, all of standard sorts, though I did have D's thigh-highs on at one point. After such marathons I can recall few details, and certainly cannot log the various acts and emissions. But I am confident that I have never had so much fun at a professional convention before.

Full stretch

My last post was about what sex is like, but in it I neglected to mention all the ways in which sex might be compared with fishing. Fishing-stories, like sex-stories, are always exaggerated, or anyway are assumed to be. Anglers are obsessed with size - length, girth, weight - in just the ways that people are in sexual contexts; they like to set records. Like recreational sex, recreational fishing is a complete waste of time, but a very pleasant one, or so I am told. For me, though, the analogy is weak. My sex-stories are not exaggerated. I do not care about length or girth or weight, or about setting records. I do love to waste time pleasantly; it is better than the only alternative, which is wasting time unpleasantly. I cannot see what is pleasant about fishing - but I suppose there are many anglers who can't see what is pleasant about having a woman sit on your face and come copiously in your mouth. So, as usual, one man's fish is another man's poisson.

I do not exaggerate, I say. But then, I would say that, wouldn't I?

This morning I had one of the better intra-marital fucks of recent times: I began by massaging C's shoulders, back, ass, legs, and finally fucked her from behind. She then turned over and once I was back inside, took herself up to a good, long orgasm by grinding her clit against the base of my cock, while I maintained steady counter-pressure. Once she was through coming I took a leisurely time fucking her, until my own orgasm put an end to things.

That was not the last of the day's activities, however, as D rolled by for what was billed as a quickie, but which turned out to be a little more than an hour of car sex, at the tail end of the afternoon. Excellent car sex too - fucking, oral, anal, and a DIY handjob to close the proceedings.

Yesterday, three hours at the Kew with D: almost continual sex, fuelled by pot, a little nibble of Viagra, and high-class stoned-sex music. We had a mirrored room, and the first fucking was D on top. I kept my glasses on for a while, and watched her working herself off on my cock. At one point, she disappeared into an orgasm so intense that I told her, right afterwards, that I was sure she would never have such an orgasm again. She, sensibly, said she expected to have an even stronger and deeper one in a few minutes, and she did. She fucked me through several demanding songs, and from then we cycled through the standard repertoire: lots of going down, face-sitting, cock-sucking, ass-fucking, cunt-fucking. I ejaculated for the second time just moments before the desk-clerk called with the fifteen-minute warning. After that, I ate D out to all eight minutes of Genesis's 'Ripples', showered, and set off for home.

The day before that - Thursday - I went to visit Q at her home, for a little over two hours of extraordinary sex. Though we are still exploring, there is already - after only a handful of meetings - a solid and stable sexual connection that inspires great confidence. It is perhaps like a lounge singer establishing a repertoire of old standards, so that there is no longer any question about being able to put together a good set. New numbers can then be added piecemeal, either in place of the old or in addition. On this occasion we stuck to the old standards; the toy chest that had been open on my last visit (Home visits) stayed closed. While Q and I fucked, we talked of this and that, but mostly this - how getting used to someone else sexually enables you to do the same thing over and over and yet it not be the same each time; how the stable platform generated by past experience forms the basis for the present; how much like talking fucking can be, and how sad it is that more fucking is not like talking, and more talking is not like fucking.

I confess that I am completely hooked on Q's ejaculations. Fucking her through her orgasms, feeling the wash of her come on my cock, my crotch, my balls, is wrenchingly joyful, and there were a couple of times when we seemed so fused that I could feel her coming as a release for me too. This was, in fact, another topic of conversation: how easy I find it with Q to incorporate her approach to orgasm into my desires, my thoughts, my feelings, so that the approach to orgasm is a joint venture, and the orgasm thus achieved is also joint. This is something that also happens a lot with D, but I have been fucking D for almost two years, and that kind of fusion has really only come about in the last six months.

The time with Q came to an end with my jerking off, while Q lay with her head on my chest, watching and waiting. I had earlier drunk several loads of come from her, and I was happy to give her something back - but in terms of quantity and quality, she gave a lot more than she got.

The session with Q at her home followed another session with her at the Herald Square Hotel the day before. That day - Wednesday - began with an inconclusive handjob from C: I reached the point of orgasm, but did not ejaculate. Then just a little later, I met Q, and we had a wonderful, intense time together. And considerably later in the day, as the light faded, I visited F for an hour-and-a-half of calm, communicative fucking.

Tuesday was ridiculously active, as D took off from work to tail me through the day. We fucked in the back of her car between the subway and the office, she gave me a shattering blowjob in my office once we were there, and then we spent three hours at the Kew getting stoned and fucking relentlessly.

Monday I saw F for a long and lazy session that gave us both great pleasure. But that is a long time ago by now, and details escape me. Do they matter, anyway? I am at full stretch, in sexual terms. But if I fucked any more than this, who would believe me anyway? That would stretch credulity even further. And yet it is possible that this record is incomplete, not through modesty but because of forgetting.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

After Wednesday's several delights and the spectacular surprise of my first time with Q, Thursday was somewhat calmer. I spent a little over two hours with F, including a lot of gentle exploration of her cunt with my fingers. Q's ejaculations were in my mind during some of that, I confess. But it is obvious to me that Q's talent is her own, and not something that I could gather from her and transmit to another. And I do not like sex in which others are present in thought but not mentioned. There is nothing wrong in thinking about one woman while fucking another, but I do think there is something wrong in keeping quiet about it. My notion of sex is a complete attention and absorption in the sensations, perceptions, emotions and thoughts that are generated in me and in the particular person I am with, but when I was with F, flashbacks of Q did keep breaking in.

When I arrived, F was wearing a silk robe over a black lace bra and g-string, and at some idle moment much later I put the g-string on. Liking the way it looked, I kept them on through the afternoon at work, enjoying the constant sense of restriction, and the reminder that gave me of the morning's pleasures.

Between the morning with F and the afternoon at work, I had lunch with M, and thanked her for putting me in contact with Q. M reads this blog, so I will take the opportunity here to thank her again.

On Friday, I met Q again, for about an hour and a half. With other midtown options exhausted, we ended up at La Semana. It is shabby and seedy, bordering on sordid, but was adequate to the purpose. With a high bed, I could fuck Q in what is perhaps my favorite position of all - me standing by the side of the bed while the woman lies on her back with her cunt hanging just over the edge. Higher beds are required for this, or else a desk (but then issues of comfort come up). With Q's gushing in mind, we began with a towel underneath her ass, but it was fairly rapidly soaked and abandoned. Fucking is almost effortless in this position, as hardly any muscles get tired, and varying the angle and pressure of penetration is simple. The reason to do this with Q is not to find the particular angle and tempo and pressure that works, as it pretty much all seems to work - she can bear down on my cock and bring herself off whatever I am doing. But there were also moments when my thrusting together with her extraordinary grip took her from one climax to the next, and that was amazingly enjoyable. It all felt great - grinding, side-to-side, rotary thrusting, the quick shallow pokes and the slower, deeper thrusts.

At some point, we moved fully onto the bed, and made moderate use of the mirror on the wall. I had some minor erection problems off and on, but we fucked a lot, she sucked my cock, I fingered her a lot, she sat on my face and quenched my thirst, and finally we ended back in the edge-of-the-bed position for another long, hard fuck. Through all of this we talked and joked and told each other how pleased we were with ourselves, how lucky (and grateful to M) to have met, and so on. Perhaps, to a fly on the wall, this would have seeemed sickeningly self-congratulatory. But in my opinion we had a lot to congratulate ourselves about.

Q says that many men, confronted with the amazing grip of her cunt on their cock, either come rather quickly or withdraw in order to avoid coming. I do not generally have this problem, though I am slightly surprised that I did not in this case, as Q really is unusual. When I first began fucking as a teenager I was a chronic premature ejaculator with some women, but not with others, and that remained true for a long time. With both F and L, I came very quickly the first time I fucked them, but in both cases was able to stay hard, so it was not any sort of problem. I think that coming and just carrying on is typically a better tactic than pulling out or trying strange mental tricks like thinking about laundry or your dead grandmother in order to hold back from orgasm (there is some discussion of this on Y Tu Hermano Tambien: A Word of Advice).

Q could not stay very long, and though I came at the end of our time, I was still very sexed-up after we parted. Fortunately, F was home and available for a swift visit, so I went by and we spent a little over an hour fucking, though I began by going down on her for a long while.

On Saturday D was in town for a day-long workshop on sexual addiction, sexual dysfunction, and allied topics, so it seemed appropriate to fuck her in the back of her car on a major cross-street during the lunch break. Though we fucked briefly - D sitting on my cock - I wanted to go down on her, and it was that way that she came.

I saw D again on Sunday, for perhaps twenty-five or thirty minutes of great car sex. She was going off to meet friends for dinner and I wanted her to be leaking throughout, but after I had come in her she insisted on sitting on my face to come again, and of course that meant that I had to suck most of my seed back out of her. Before we parked and fucked we were stuck in traffic that threatened to wipe out all our sex-time, so we entertained ourself by pretending that she was someone to whom I was trying to describe what sex with D was like and how good it was. Though initially a little artificial, this game managed to take on a life of it s own, and was in fact very arousing. I ended up arguing that the only way to tell anyone how I fucked D was to show them, and D picked up nicely on this conceit. Still, when we finally fucked, we were back in our own skins.

Coming and going

On days when I have things to do, and places to be, I can sometimes fit little fucks in along the edges. Today, for example, I visited F for about an hour on my way out to some meetings, and spent an hour or so in the back of the Pacifica with D on the way back.

With F, it was relatively early in the morning, and we knew that time was short. We undressed and she immediately straddled me and lowered herself onto my cock. F's body is entirely beautiful when she is on top of me this way. It is entirely beautiful anyway, but with her on top it is possible to appreciate her more fully. I find the texture of her skin, the constellations of moles and freckles, the odd scars and blemishes just as affecting and arousing as the curve of her breasts or the angle of her thighs as she fucks me.

The brief hour ended with F jerking me off. Between the first act and that last we had swapped top and bottom a couple of times and I had gone down on her and also fingered her. F is the woman who I can most easily imagine taking my whole fist, and today I think I had most of my hand inside her at one point.

From F to a couple of tedious meetings, and then D picked me up and we drove to one of our regular parking spots. As with F, this session began with me underneath, but D is quite unlike F when she rides my cock. Ever since she came while fucking me that way, she has honed her skills, so now she takes herself from one orgasm to the next with not much assistance from me besides the occasional tweak of a nipple or a flicker of a finger at her asshole. Though I intended to keep a rough tally, D rapidly left me behind, and I simply gave in to the experience.

It is hard to describe the position: I was on my back, lying on the folded-down backs of the middle row of seats, with my ass just resting on the front edge of the seat of the back row, and with my feet up on the top of the backs of the back row. D was sitting on top of me, using the gap between the middle and back rows for her feet, while her knees were either side of me. I could use my feet and also the hand-holds above the side windows to give myself extra leverage and upthrust, while she could brace her feet against the front edge of the back seats to add force to her grinding. Very intense.

After that, face-sitting, some fucking with me on top, a short rest, and then I went down on her, this time with her lying back on the folded-down middle row, while I sat on the back seat, leaning forward to fix my mouth on her cunt. That led somehow into more fucking with her on top, and finally more face-sitting, during which I jerked off and sprayed seed on to her back and ass, and onto my chest and stomach.

An hour or so of intense sexual activity is a lot. With C, sex rarely lasts more than fifteen minutes, and she shows no inclination to want it to last longer. What she needs to get done can get done in that time, so why stretch it out? Both D and F find an hour far too short. And it is too short with them, in the simple sense that, if more time were available, more sex would ensue. There is an intensity generated by the lack of time, I admit, but in my experience three hours with D or F is just about as intense as any three one-hour periods put together. More time allows for some moderation of pace, but I think the main advantage is the opportunity it gives to explore the backwaters and side-channels of sexuality. It is in our longer times together than D and I get into role-reversal, gender-bending, and so on. That is likely to be the case tomorrow, for D and I are set to have several hours together. I will record that occasion in due course.

Planned, unplanned

Today I fucked C, F and D, all within the space of about seven-and-a-half hours. Though this may have the look of a party-piece, meticulously planned, it was in fact largely an accident. I do not strenuously avoid double-booking, but I do not seek it out. Three in a day is not reasonably aimed at, but if it happens, who could reasonably refuse to go along?

C: before I had to leave for 'work' (but in fact was to visit F) C was game to fuck, and I thought, why the hell not? I make it a principle of sorts never to say no to C, and I like being inside her. So we had a very enjoyable fuck, after I had gone down on her for a short while. Once we were fucking, it took her some time to come, which was fine by me, but when she did, I faked my orgasm (I don't believe that she faked hers, but then I don't suppose that she believed that I faked mine either). This seemed to me the wiser course, given what the rest of the day had in in store. I am not sure how long we were at it altogether, but it was not more than twenty or twenty-five minutes, and all over by 9.15 am.

F: this was not totally unexpected, but I had not been sure it would happen, and so had scheduled D for a quickie later in the day. By a little after 10.00 am I was naked with F, and eating her cunt. I went at her for a long time, adding a couple of fingers to the mix, until she came. Then we fucked. At some point, F declared that this was the first time she had come from oral without at least some assistance from her own hand, but I actually think she is wrong about that, and that it happened once before. It does not matter. The fucking was long and involved, with me on top, then her, then me again, and at some point I went back to eating her out. She also sat on my face, sucked my cock, and jerked me off with a finger up my ass until I came. We were done by noon.

D: I met D in a bar at 2.45 pm for a quick drink, and we then drove to a quiet spot, climbed in the back, and fucked. D is multi-orgasmic to an almost absurd degree at this point, so I have no idea how many times she came when I was on top, or when she was on top. She sat on my face also, and I went down on her, and she came several times like that as well. I came only at the end of our little session, resorting to jerking myself off, as we were out of time. We were back on the road before 4.15 pm.

F knows that I fuck my wife, and given that I had not come with C, I do not think whe would have much cared if I had told her that I was fresh from a little intramarital sex. On the other hand, F would not have welcomed me unwashed. So after fucking C but before leaving the house, I washed my cock and face in the sink. After fucking F, I showered. But after fucking D, I did not trouble to clean up, figuring that C would put the smell of sex down to my session with her in the morning.

Why fuck three women in one day? Yes, it is childish, or adolescent. But it is also something that can happen unplanned when an adulterer still fucks intramaritally whilst running a couple of independent lovers. Did I fail to do any of these women justice, in sexual terms? No. Everyone got what they wanted, including me. Ethics aside, it it hard to quarrel with the outcome.

Catch up

I am falling behind. These adventures need to be logged, and maybe later I will get to blog them:

I spent a couple of hours with AA being sexually serviced by him in the corporate hotel suite. That episode I have already mentioned.

The next morning, D came to my apartment and we fucked our way around the place for over three hours. Later that day, I dropped in on D in a hotel for a brief fuck. And at midnight, I met her in a bar, and after a drink we retired to the hotel for the night. The next morning, D drove me out to work, we fucked in my office, and I then went off to a meeting wearing her thong. After that meeting was over, we went to the Kew Motor Inn. So huge amounts of sex with D, who becomes more and more orgasmic.

The next night I spent alone, I think. But the following night, a Saturday, D drove into the city and we met around midnight and talked and made out, and then fucked in the back of the car.

I think it was on Saturday afternoon that I visited CJ, the cross-dresser. That was new, interesting, and fun.

On Sunday, I spent about an hour and a half with F.

On Monday I had intramarital sex in the morning, and a couple of hours with F in the afternoon.

Tuesday was busy, but D kindly visited me in my office for about half an hour of energetic fucking at lunchtime.

On Wednesday, I saw F for a brief impromptu session in the afternoon; I spent a little longer - approaching two hours, with F on Thursday.

Today is Friday.

This dry catalogue is of little use to anyone - not even me. But when I have more time to blog, I hope to expand upon it a little. The problem is, of course, that sex is forgettable, and so usually forgotten. Almost nothing of what makes sex so enjoyable, so intense, so completely absorbing, can be captured in writing. This is why just about all descriptions of sex function as pornography. Without accompanying arousal they are just dull descriptions. Yet that is, in general, what I aim at here - accounts of sexual encounters that no-one jerks off to. And this post, I am fairly confident, succeeds in that aim.

Addiction

In the back of the car today, D explained that my offer of a couple of weeks ago to put my cock under her control was classic addictive behavior - looking for an external constraint rather than an internal one. But the offer was not serious: I was stoned, and high on D as well, and of course I didn't mean to grant her control over intra-marital sex anyway, and wouldn't have stopped seeing F. But perhaps it is also classic addictive behavior to look for an external control but nevertheless evade it.

I have complained before about the lazy use of the language of addiction in relation to sex. I know what addiction is like. I smoked for thirty years. I am an alcoholic, or damn close to it. These are chemical dependencies. It is better to reduce the number of cigarettes smoked if you cannot stop altogether, but stopping altogether is the ideal. With alcohol, there is more robust content to the notion of a moderate, sensible user - but still the dominant model of treatment for alcoholism is total abstinence.

Should sex addicts give up sex altogether, and become entirely celibate? No extra- or intra-marital fucking, no porn, no masturbation? The last time I did that, which was a long, long time ago, I had some amazing wet dreams, so there is definitely something to be said for it. The best of those dreams was about SB, a woman I knew in college, and who I still occasionally jerk off thinking about. But what most therapists would set as a goal for me is to contain sex within my marriage. For the unmarried sex addict, the goal would be to establish intimate relationships within which sex is contained, and to have such relationships in series rather than parallel. This is transparently a moral program rather than a medical one. And it makes no real sense if sex addiction is really an addiction.

My behavior is, I admit, quite crazy at times. Going from a night with F to a morning with D at the weekend seemed rather nuts even to me, before I did it. Yet in the event, it was wonderful - a delightful, langorous time with F from midnight to dawn; a little break to shave and shower; then a bloody, spectacular couple of hours with D. The addict supposedly gets diminishing returns from each dose of her drug. My returns from sex seem only to increase. Sex gets better the more you have of it, I have found.

So I have been having more - but not as much more as I would like. A very pleasant, stretched-out fuck with C on Monday morning, that lasted around twenty minutes, including a bout from behind. Two hours of continuous activity with F on Monday afternoon, which really sped by. An hour or so of back-of-the-car sex with D on Tuesday afternoon, with a frantic, ass-pounding finale. I would have had more if I could. But there is more to come. Watch this space.

Something for the weekend?

After Friday's astounding session with D, the weekend began very quietly on Saturday morning with a little, but pleasant, intramarital fuck. Sex with C has definitely got more exciting since I became a liar, cheat, and adulterer, but the improvement is slow. At midnight the sexual pace picked up; D came into the city, taking advantage of C's absence overnight.

After a drink at a bar, D and I headed into Central Park, and found a tree to fuck against. We have never really been able to master fucking standing up, in the traditional 'knee-trembler' manner that is supposed to have been extensively used by whores in the Underground tunnels during the Blitz. This time was no different, even with the extra elevation granted by D's high heels. So D soon turned around and braced her hands against the tree, and I fucked her from behind - first her cunt and then, using a little spit and a lot of cunt-juice as lubricant, her ass. Then D sucked my cock. Giving the standing fuck another go, I hoisted her onto my cock, and she locked her arms around my neck, her legs around my thighs, and we fucked like that for a while - a short while, of course, as I not capable of supporting that much weight for long. Finally, I knelt between her legs while she leaned back against the tree, and licked and sucked at her clit until she came.

Then we moved to the car, and did just about everything that could possibly be done given the geometrical constraints. D had many orgasms, from fucking and from cunt-eating. I came just once, in her cunt, which led, as so often these days, into a bout of face-sitting in which I tried to suck out the seed that I had just spurted inside her.

Sex with D has a ratchet effect, I often think. Some new thing that amazes us repeats itself, and so becomes familiar. Against that familiar backdrop further new things happen, and they in turn become familiar, and so on. Getting stoned helps the process, as there are many things that by now happen unstoned that first happened when stoned - D coming from penetration is the prime example. As the ratchet turns, the joint tightens, the torque increases. There is no stopping point, but eventually the thread strips, and the joint breaks open. If that is going to happen with D, I wonder when; if it is not, we have times ahead that are extraordinary as the ones that are now behind us.

Sex with C, if it continues to improve at the same steady rate it has improved over the last year, will eventually begin to approach the level of the sex that D and I had in our first few months together. Back then, I would have said that intramarital sex of that quality would render extramarital sex redundant. But the comparative advantage of sex with D over sex with C is greater than ever. It would be very hard for me to give up afternoons like Friday's, or nights like Saturday's, unless I had no choice - and that would not make giving them up any less hard, but merely take the decision out of my hands.

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.

Resume; the unkindest cut

There must be a way of adding accents, and hence disambiguating this title - but as I do not know how to do accents in Blogger, I can let the ambiguity stand.

I stopped blogging because, slowly, the existence of the blog had filtered out among the women that I fuck, and that had come to be a problem. I moved the blog elsewhere for a while, but the difficulty recurred there: given my quirks, it is not hard to find me through Google by deploying the right search terms. So I stopped altogether.

Now, though, I will resume.

When I respond to posts on Craigslist, I always write from scratch. I do not have, saved under some innocuous title, a resume (there is that ambiguity) that I can cut and paste into my e-mails. But of course what I write is formulaic, and might as well be saved as a formula:

MWM, 47, 5'11", 175 lb, in good shape, healthy, clean, d/d free, long-legged, strong-jawed, grey-haired, smooth-skinned; nice thick uncut cock.

I think one reason why I get few responses is this last detail - the uncut cock. I met a man named V the other day for coffee, as part of the vetting process for joining a threesome. Everything was fine, and I was fairly confident that I was going to be put in touch with the woman involved, and so move to the next stage of selection. It did not happen, V explained to me yesterday in an e-mail, because the woman was put off by the prospect of dealing with a cock in its natural, unmutilated state:

i'lll tell you, it basically boiled down to one thing -- you're uncut. she decided she didn't want that... *I* on the other hand love a nice foreskin :)

Circumcision is a large topic. Since becoming a liar, cheat, and adulterer I have presented quite a few women with their first experience of an uncut cock. In no case at all have they been put off, and in just about every case they have rapidly come to like it, and to prefer it.

Apart from its deterrent effect - in this instance and in a number of others, being uncut has cost me some very interesting and enjoyable times - the other main disadvantage of being uncut has to do with condoms. I had not really appreciated this until recently, but the majority of condoms are so tight on my cock that they pin my foreskin in place, and this significantly reduces its mobility. That means in turn that when fucking, the sensations connected with the motion of my cock inside my foreskin are diminished; the general diminution of sensation brought about by the use of condoms is therefore accentuated. To some extent the problem can be addressed by using large-size condoms and putting them on rather loosely. The foreskin is then free to move, but of course the condom is less secure, and the latex tends to fold in between the foreskin and the head of my cock. I have had a few condoms work their way off altogether as a result.

I have absolutely no doubt that I benefit in terms of sensation from being uncut, but I also believe that the women I fuck benefit considerably. I tend to fuck women fairly hard and fast for a good long time. This, not surprisingly, can make them fairly sore. But I have been told by quite a few women that they do not get as sore with me as with other men, and that they would expect to be very sore indeed if other men fucked them as hard and for as long as I do. I tell them straightforwardly that this has to do with being uncut. In a moderately tight cunt, and in any ass, my cock moves inside my own foreskin, and I believe that this reduces friction, and hence also soreness. I also believe that there is a subtlety of sensation for me that encourages me to fuck more interestingly. I have no other good explanation of the fact that I am regularly praised for moving in ways that are different from other men, and that give more pleasure.

Circumcision exists as a cultural practice for the purpose of diminishing sexual pleasure. I think it works quite well in achieving that goal. Yet in the United States and many other places this blindingly obvious fact is ignored or denied, and male infants continue to be mutilated. It is sad. My own sons, I am happy to say, have been spared that unkind cut.

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Before resuming posting here, I was posting at www.eryximachus.wordpress.com - but here are those posts pasted:

Vacation, vocation
April 13th, 2007 by eryximachus

As predicted, my vacation was extremely unmemorable from a sexual point of view - and in fact in just about every other way as well. But the days since my return have been spent compensating for that vacancy.

I returned on Monday evening. Tuesday, I had a perfectly pleasant marital fuck in the morning, with C taking a little longer than normal to reach orgasm. I told C that I had come myself, though I had not, as it seemed to me unnecessary to carry on. And it seemed to me also wise to conserve myself for the rest of the day’s activity: an afternoon with A, which was delightful. With her I came a little in her mouth while she was administering one of her wonderful blowjobs, and then again more conclusively when fucking her at the end of our time together.

A’s emotional ecology is very distinctive, for though she is warm and effusive, prone to use endearments, and very passionate, she nevertheless is far more detached than any other woman I fuck. She wants men for sex, not for love, and yet most of the men she hooks up with disappoint her sexually. She complains about their inability to sustain an erection, their unwillingness or lack of enthusiasm about going down on her, their approach to fucking, their sense of rhythm - she complains, in fact, about almost everything. M, perceptive as ever, attributes a good part of these difficulties to the anxiety, nervousness, etc that these men must feel when dealing with someone as detached as A. I am sure that is right. But I do not feel much sympathy for these men, all the same, as I know from my own experience that A is extremely responsive, very generous in bed, and in no way a cold, demanding mistress. She is pretty much what men say they want - a woman who is into sex but not into any of the trappings of romance, not interested in a relationship, not looking for commitment of any sort. Yet when they encounter such a woman, they are, apparently, put off their stroke.

I have known A for quite a long time now - it will soon be a year. I have never had a bad time with her, and we have, with brief exceptions, remained on consistently good terms. Over that same period, and in the months before we first met, she has fucked a lot of men - at one point I think she told me the count stood at 43. I am the only man who has lasted more than a couple of months, except for one man who A still meets but no longer fucks. So despite some similarities, we are obviously very different, for I have fucked rather few women over the last year-and-a-half, but in almost every case, I continue to see them, and to fuck them.

On Wednesday I saw F for a short while in the morning, and E for lunch and then again in the late afternoon/early evening.

On Thursday I again saw F, for somewhat longer than on the day before, and in the afternoon had forty-five minutes of crazed car sex with D.

Today - really just a few minutes from now - I will meet D and we will spend the afternoon together. I have no doubt that will be as relentlessly enjoyable as always.


Incompleteness
April 2nd, 2007 by eryximachus

I vowed, in an earlier post, to aim at completeness in blogging my sexual adventures. Like most vows I have made, this one has been repeatedly broken. In my previous blog, I remarked on the similarity of my situation to that of Tristram Shandy, who finds that it takes more than a day to record the events of each day, so that he falls continually further behind in his journal. This is the basis of the Tristram Shandy paradox, discussed by Bertrand Russell (another philosopher-philanderer) among others. Russell, stupidly, believes that just so long as Shandy lives for an infinite amount of time, he will be able to catch up with himself. It seems obvious, rather, that he will just fall infinitely far behind.

I am not infinitely far behind, or not yet, anyway. But a lot has gone unblogged. The last half of March was full of incident. I saw D a bunch of times, and while my recollections are rather vague, there were several quite spectacular sessions, including a couple of pot- and alcohol-fuelled parties at our favorite no-tell motel.

One of these began with D picking me up from the train in her car, and taking me to work, with a stop for car sex on the way. She was wearing a short leather mini-skirt and thigh-high stockings, but no knickers, so once we were in the back of the car I could go down on her straight away. After she had come, we fucked, I came inside her, and we then went on to the office. Over the course of the morning we messed about in my office several times, including a great arse-fuck with D bent over my desk.

Later, at the motel, I got to wear the leather mini-skirt and the stockings, while D fucked me in the ass with the strap-on, jerking me off at the same time until I came. That was extremely memorable, but of course not well remembered as I was fairly stoned and drunk at the time.

Completeness would require accounts of D’s visit to my other office the day before, of a quick fuck in a parking lot with her on some other day. And other times that I am forgetting. Completeness would also require reports of some short sessions with F, and a couple of delightful afternoons with A, who remains a wonderful companion in adultery. And completeness demands that I record an afternoon with L, last Friday. This last I will get to in the next few days, if I can. But as I shall be away from home and from the office, with unreliable access to the internet, I am not sure that I will be able to do much catching up. On the other hand, I will not be falling further behind, either. Family vacations are not conducive to philandering - nor to philosophy. I may have marital fucks to report, but those are seldom worth detailed description - though yesterday morning C and I did have quite a nice little fuck in the morning.


Sat mng mtg
April 2nd, 2007 by eryximachus

With a decent alibi in place, I met M in one of the smaller city parks on Saturday morning, and we talked and necked, and I felt her up as much as seemed possible given the publicity. Then we walked to a nearby hot-sheet hotel and had a couple of hours together there.

M is, as far as I can tell, always wet, and as she is really good to take from behind, I hiked up her skirt and worked my cock into her right away, while she was leaning over the bed. Fucking as foreplay. That flowed into more fucking, clothes shed. I spent a long time going down on her, and also using my fingers - one, two, three, at some point four. She sucked my cock. All highly pleasurable. The finale, though, was very special, as my orgasm was split up into three distinct phases, each of which M and I could feel together thanks to the precision of her grip, to the synchronization of our senses and sensibilities, to my control over my own orgasmic spasms. ‘Control’, though, is not right - it feels more like managing a discrete force. By slowing and stopping as the moment of ejaculation approaches, I can come just a little; then I can resume fucking, just as hard as before, and do the same thing again, thirty seconds later; and then again - but the third time was climactic. All this with M in complete awareness alongside me. It is wrong to say that boundaries disappear in this kind of experience, but they surely become highly permeable, translucent, diaphanous.


E on the B
March 29th, 2007 by eryximachus

I met M for a drink, and we talked and turned each other on. She is intellectually one of the sexiest people I have ever known. We walked to the train and rode together to my stop, kissing and groping on the way. Then I waited with her until her train came, kissing again, and reaching in her blouse to pinch her nipple.

M and I are obviously both fans of public sex, so that will be interesting to explore with her. But anything will be interesting with M. Though I have promised Friday afternoon to L, who may or may not keep to her side of the arrangement, I hope to see M on Saturday morning and then again on Sunday evening.

Apart from the necking and groping in the bar and on the train, yesterday was a sexual desert. Today, so far, has been a little better, as C gave me a handjob a while ago, this being her way of avoiding anything more time-consuming. I could pay a flying visit to F, but I think I will instead keep my powder dry, as I am due to meet A in a little while, for several hours of entertainment.

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Well, so much for keeping my powder dry, or needing to. I yielded to temptation and zipped over to F’s place, for barely half an hour of fucking. Foreplay is not usually required with F, and she was very wet right from the moment I arrived. So we took off our clothes and fucked, first with me on top, and then with her on top. If A is my favorite missionary position fuck - more on that in a moment - F is surely my favorite in the woman-on-top position; today she worked my cock so intensively that I came, even with the deadening of the condom. Quick fucking, but good fucking.

Feeling somewhat depleted by my second ejaculation of the day - it was still before noon - I dosed myself with a little Viagra and went off to meet A. Checked in at our normal short-stay hotel, we also dispensed with foreplay and went straight into a very, very good fuck, with me on top. Fucking A in this position, she fucks me about as much as I fuck her, as she moves a lot, uses every muscle she can, meets my thrusts half way. I was surprised, even so, that within perhaps twenty minutes or half an hour I came yet again.

We rested, then she sucked my cock a little, without really getting me hard again, and then we talked and lay tangled together. I then set about her, beginning at her toes, with their red-painted nails, and working my way up her legs. With A, I always try to devote a little time to her kneecaps: once, when we were stoned, at her house, we were talking about erogenous zones, and the non-erotic character of kneecaps, so I then devoured her left kneecap with my mouth, licking and sucking and chewing, while she moaned in pleasure. The kneecaps and hipbones dealt with, I went down on her, letting her do more and more of the work as orgasm approached. After the first orgasm, I backed off a little and then began again, so she soon came another time. I would normally expect that degree of pleasure on her part to induce an erection in me, but not today. So we again rested, and even dozed off.

Waking at around the time we were due to leave, I thought we were done, but A gave me very good blowjob, using her hand to propel me to another orgasm - my fourth today (so far, that is).

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Fourth and final, it seems, as it is now late, I am drunk, and I have no hope that C will be inspired to any sexual shenanigans at bedtime. Late at night rarely works for her: her energy levels are too low, she lacks confidence that she will come (though in fact she will), she lacks confidence that I will come (and there she is right, but I don’t care at all about that), she does not want to run the risk that sex at bedtime will make it harder to get to sleep for her, or will encourage night-sweats. So many worries, almost all legitimate, but all utterly insignificant in my book. Fuck now, worry about the stuff downstream from fucking later. I feel the same way about drink, of course, or food: if it feels good now, no matter how bad it feels later, well let’s just go ahead and do it.


March madness
March 26th, 2007 by eryximachus

I believe this expression refers to something in college basketball in the US.

Looking back over the past week, my sexual schedule does seem like madness. And this past week it has been complicated by continued negotiations with D, who finds my philandering a strain. On the other hand, the fact that the air has cleared with M has been helpful, and she will, I believe, prove to be a very good friend.

Last Monday’s activities (C, F, and D in the same day) I have already recorded. Tuesday was quiet in comparison - a couple of hours with A, a good portion of which was spent lying folded into each other and talking. A is still recovering from the surgery that removed her unsatisfactory implants and did other, as yet to me unrevealed, things to her breasts. We had a very good time together anyway, avoiding anything that would make her too uncomfortable.

A has told me that she enjoys lying next to each other, holding each other, talking and being together, as much as sex. She has therefore sometimes been, if not frustrated, at least disappointed that we do not do it more. I tend, with her as with anyone, to cut downtime to a minimum, and so prefer always to be doing something or having something done. If I am hard, I like to be fucking; I will go down on A whenever I can, and keep at it for as long as I can; I am always happy to have my cock sucked. This is the aspect of me that A refers to as the ‘Energizer Bunny’. I am like this why? Well, in one respect the question is easily answered: fucking is better than not fucking, eating cunt better than not eating cunt, a blowjob better than no blowjob. But besides what is done, there is also the issue of what is avoided, and by filling up all the time with acts and emissions, I thereby ensure that there is no non-sexual closeness generated or manifested. I have not doubt that I am, in some way, managing my emotions, shielding myself from the sorts of connection that, even if it is mediated sexually, nevertheless has a content that goes beyond that. In other words, I am avoiding something that is frightening, threatening, destabilizing.

A is extremely sexy to me. With the implants gone, her figure is a little more boyish, and there are many other tomboyish aspects about her too. Recently her hair has been a little shorter. On Tuesday, stripped down to a black undershirt and black boy-shorts, she looked incredibly desirable to me. Her shoulders, her neck, the smallness of her waist - all extremely appealing. And we have always fitted into each other extremely well. She is by a large margin the shortest woman I fuck, and the lightest. Yet in certain way she is physically the strongest, or seems so. A works hard when fucking, uses her cunt-muscles to grip and work my cock, bucks and grinds against me, reads my thrusts and responds. L, who I have not seen for months now, may have an even more active and lively cunt, and both M and F have a well-developed internal grab; but I think A is still overall my favorite fuck, or at least my favorite missionary-position fuck.

Wednesday was another rather crazy day, beginning with a handjob from C in the marital bed in the morning. This she does, I suppose, because she is not interested in fucking but wants to give me pleasure, and sexual release. I am not going to object or refuse, but the pleasure is not very great, and the release is irrelevant. Where does the view that men are like cows that need to be milked come from?

Next on Wednesday, F, for not much more than an hour or so. Fucking, mainly, as always with F, who does not either require or request anything much in the way of foreplay. Who, in fact, does? Not D, particularly. C enjoys, or used to anyway, being opened up - that is, beginning penetration when she is not well lubricated. E has expressed a positive desire to be fucked when not ready, but that is probably an aspect of her submissiveness. A is typically ready to fuck right away, and though she loves oral, with me she seems always to want to fuck first. There is really no-one I have sex with who conforms to what remains in many ways a standard model of coupling - extensive foreplay leading only after some very considerable time to intercourse as the final act.

Certainly that is not how things usually are with F. I would estimate that I have my cock inside her within five minutes of ringing her doorbell, just about every time I visit her. The only way that I can help her achieve orgasm without her rubbing her clit herself is through deep, grinding fucks. I don’t think foreplay does as much to prepare her as fucking itself, so the trick is just to fuck for long enough rather than to spend time doing other things before fucking. Obviously, this approach requires that I be able to fuck her for a good while without coming myself, but that is usually not a problem.

I left F and met M for lunch, and we agreed to meet again later. So at four o’clock we checked in to a room and pleased each other extensively for two and a half hours or so, including four orgasms for her. One of our very best times together, though M and I are definitely on an upswing sexually.

A busy day, a delightful day, and a happy day.

Thursday was, jerking off apart, a day without sex. I did meet K for a quick drink in the evening.

Friday, D. A lot of talk and tears, unfortunately, before we finally fucked. D made a mistake in suspending our ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy back in January and has been trying to deal with the consequences ever since. I am very fond of D, care about her very much, admire and respect her, and am sexually besotted with her. I distrust the strength of my desire for her, and I think it has been my struggle with that intensity of desire that has made me treat her less well than I should have. The ideal of an uncommitted but passionate, casual but companionable, disinterested but intense sexual relationship is fraught with inconsistency. I can, for the most part, deal with that well enough. D cannot.

Saturday: D again, to talk more and then to spend an hour in my office having amazing sex, as usual. I love to eat D’s cunt so much that the thought of ceasing to do so is very painful. She spent some time lying on my desk with her feel on the arms of my desk-chair, in which I sat. A perfect position in which to bring her to the brink of orgasm and keep her riding that edge. Also a perfect position for me to stand and fuck her, so I took her ass like that and edged myself into a mini-orgasm. I surely felt that I was spurting some seed inside her, and her asshole became immediately slicker and wetter, but by holding back just a little I could keep on fucking, so I then moved to her cunt and fucked that until I again reached another little orgasm. Whether that was set or dry I am not sure. We then moved to her sucking my cock, but sadly were interrupted by a telephone call, and then my sudden departure.

D and I are in the endgame, I think.


Start the week
March 19th, 2007 by eryximachus

This morning C and I fucked for a little while, and came together - or rather, she came, and the twitching of her cunt-walls and my general level of excitement meant that I came too. A good fuck, but from start to finish not more than ten minutes.

A little later I visited F and stayed with her for a couple of hours, which contained very little downtime. Perhaps the first hour was nearly all fucking, first with me on top, and then with her on top, and then me on top again. She came several times, either with the help of her own hand while I was pumping her, or from the deep grinding, which is the principal way that she attains orgasm from fucking. There was, though, an interval in which she jerked off while I fingered her, and she also sat on my face for a while.

My first orgasm was from a delightful slippery handjob, F coating my cock liberally with lube and jerking me off until I came. We then lay and rested, until F began fingering herself. I took over and rubbed her clit for a while, before finger-fucking her cunt and ass at the same time. By the time that she jerked off and came, I was hard enough to fuck her in the ass, which I did until I came again.

So far today, then, I have come three times. In a little while I will meet D at a local pub and we will later retire to my office. I assume that will make it four, or more, if I can get it up at all.

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No problems getting it up, as it turns out. Aren’t modern pharmaceuticals useful? D was on the first day of her period and so in full flow, which made the office-fuck slightly more complicated than normal. By the time we were done we were both very bloody. The last act was a wonderful fuck with D bent over the desk and me pounding away at her from behind until I came in her cunt. Before that we had an hour and a half or so of cunt- and ass-fucking, and a lot of oral. All of this, of course, had to be done without too much moaning or gasping, or any noise much above a whisper. D is pretty good at that, though. It was all wonderful.


Clean-up
March 12th, 2007 by eryximachus

I am in my office, hoping that in a little while M will come by to clean up my cock, which is coated with C’s cunt-juice and my come. This morning, C and I had a decent fuck at home - nothing spectacular or special, but a bit longer and more varied than our standard ‘get on, get off and get on’ fucks. C, who had been for a run, put on the stretchy red boy-shorts and top that I bought her a while ago from Calvin Klein, and after a little massage and fingering I climbed on top and worked my cock into her. I tried to stretch things out, but C comes so easily that she climaxed within just a few minutes, and I then took a few minutes more to reach my own orgasm.

C and I last fucked on Saturday, two days ago, when she proposed, pretty much as I was about to leave to meet M, that we mess around. There then followed a functional little fuck, and I dressed and went on my way. When I met M, I told her that I had come straight from fucking my wife, which she found rather amusing. I offered to shower, but she elected instead to clean me up with her mouth. That was the opening act of three hours of fun, which culminated in another orgasm for me. Betweentimes, we fucked, I went down on her, I fingered her cunt and her ass, we talked, she sucked my cock some more.

Today, then, it seems natural to offer M another chance to clean my cock of my wife’s juices and my come. I await her call.

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Update: M did indeed come by and suck my cock clean, and then brought me off in her mouth, which she had not quite managed before.

F
February 25th, 2007 by eryximachus

Thursday: an interesting day.

By a little after 10.30 this morning, I was with F, in her flat. I had not seen her all week. She was wearing very tight, low-waisted Guess jeans, little ankle boots, and a black top of some sort. We kissed standing up, and then she lay back on the bed and waited for me to undress her. This I did, unbuckling her belt, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, and so revealing the deep purple panties she had on underneath. I took off her boots, and socks, kissed her toes, and then peeled the jeans off her. Then I could bury my head between her thighs, and smell her cunt. I worked her with my lips and tongue through the panties for a while, and then took them off too; she took off her top. I suppose that I had shed all my clothes by this time too. So then I went down on her seriously, worrying at her clit with my tongue, fingering her cunt, and losing myself in her smell and taste, and in the slickness and the textures of her cunt.

Then I fucked her. F does not always come from intercourse alone. Today, though, she was on a roll, and while I was on top of her she came three or four times. Though F really likes long thrusts and pounding fucks, it is actually the deeper, closer, grinding work that is apt to make her come. I do not really know how to describe the technique from my side, but it often helps me to viualize her clit and its orientation against my body, and to seek to increase the pressure and friction. Almost nothing is achieved in this regard by porno-style thrusting and banging, no matter now much fun that is.

After a good while, I needed a break, so I put on a condom and F climbed on top and lowered herself onto my cock. I lay back and let her fuck away, which she does with a relentlessness and a focus that is very rewarding to watch and to feel. After a while she turned around and faced my feet, and so I fingered her asshole, and she then had a go at mine. So we broke off, lubed up, and she fucked my asshole with her monstrous vibrating dildo - which I eventually managed to take as far as it could be taken.

We then went back to fucking with her on top, and talked, and some of F’s recent sadness came out and she cried. I comforted her as best I could, but that is not much. As a single mother, a woman who is required constantly to be strong, it is not at all surprising that sometimes she longs to have someone who will be strong for her, on whom she can lean. Very sensibly, she does not typically confuse that longing with her equally intense but very different desire for a man as a sexual partner. But occasionally the distinction breaks down, and she feels what is missing so sharply that she cannot set it aside. I can fuck her, and can even be a friend to her; I cannot be anything else. But our culture insists that sex and support make a suitable pair, and even when everything in one’s own experience screams otherwise, that insistence is hard to ignore.

The tears over, we went back to fucking, which F does with a dedication and delight that is unmatched. And then I went off to a meeting.


Keeping it holy
February 21st, 2007 by eryximachus

Thursday: F for an hour and change, a break for lunch, and then A for a couple of hours. Both truly excellent. I came once with F, twice with A - rather unusual.

Friday: a couple of hours with D - as energetic and exhausting as always. I gave her a lacy black teddy as a gift, which she really did look spectacularly sexy in. But more importantly, it helped her to acknowledge her own sexiness

Saturday: three hours with M. We began fucking from behind, standing, before we had all our clothes off, then fucked on the bed with me on top for a long time. Then she sat on my cock and brought me off with her cunt - very good. After that, we rang the changes on oral, handwork, fucking, and finished finally with my ejaculating on her face.

That night, C and I fucked in bed before going to sleep - a decently long fuck, and a big orgasm for her.

Sunday: nothing.

Monday: a handjob from C in the morning; another handjob in the evening at an Asian massage spa.

Tuesday: two hours or so with A, who was in a very festive and excited mood in anticipation of the weekend that we are planning. We fucked, she helped herself come with her hand, we fucked more, including a long bout from behind with her lying flat, she went down on me, I went down on her, she went down on me again, and finally we fucked with me on top, pinning her legs back, and I came deep inside her.

Wednesday: three hours and a bit with M. I had some hard-on problems towards the end, having come relatively early on, at the climax of a magnificent pounding fuck. M told me afterwards that she had never been fucked so hard. Later on I had her restrained - ankles and wrists clipped together - while I inserted a couple of smallish dildos/buttplugs in her asshole. We fucked more, I went down on her a lot, and also had her sit on my face. Change and change about.

A week’s worth.


Wednesday (VD)
February 14th, 2007 by eryximachus

This morning C and I went to bed and fucked - a very good fuck too, and my orgasm was long and intense. C comes so easily from fucking alone that it is hard to make sex with her last very long, and once she has come her cunt feels exceptionally good, so it is then usually pretty easy for me to come quickly. And then we are done. We are victims of our own sexual compatibility.

Less than two hours later, I was fucking F, first from behind standing up, and then with me on top, then her on top, and then from behind kneeling. An hour and ten minutes of continuous sex.

I do not like Valentine’s Day. But if it is going to happen, fucking as many different women as possible seems as good a way of celebrating it as any. However, my hope of spending a few hours with M later in the day have come to nothing, thanks to her work and mine. A shame.


Tuesday with Z
February 14th, 2007 by eryximachus

I first met Z when she came to my office to watch me jerk off for her - an episode recorded in my earlier blog. On Tuesday we had a re-enactment of sorts, during which we kissed a lot, touched each other, she sucked my cock some, and I finally jerked off. Z never removed her jeans, as she had her period.

It was rather beautiful, but also slightly sad, as Z is leaving at the end of the week and will be globe-trotting for months. She is a remarkable, and remarkably beautiful woman. I love the shape of her head, her hair, her magnificent neck, her unshaven armpits, and her big, rough hands.


Monday
February 14th, 2007 by eryximachus

A busy day: a little over an hour with F, then a dash to meet C for lunch, and then I met D and we went to a hotel for two hours.

The time with F was typical of time with her - spent mostly fucking, including plenty of time with her on top. With D, the sex was even more intense than usual, including a couple of huge, deep climaxes for her. I have never heard her make so much noise, or seen her quite so racked with spasms.

It is odd - I suppose it is reprehensible - to have lunch with my wife between assignations with two different women. I admit there is a frisson of guilt, and a corresponding thrill in getting away with it. But those feelings are peripheral. Almost all of the motivation for me comes from the fucking itself - the pleasure I give, the pleasure I take.

What about the doubling up? Again, there is a childish delight in fucking two women just a couple of hours apart, but neither F nor D is really available for a long, langourous day of fucking anyway. These shorter encounters are all that can really be arranged because of limitations on their side rather than on mine; why not, then, schedule more than one of them per day?

D went off from our crazed time together to a date with a new suitor, and she later told me that after several drinks they ‘made out’. Perhaps that will develop into something good for her - I hope so, even though that might mean that she ends up casting me aside.


Friday, Saturday
February 10th, 2007 by eryximachus

On Friday, two-and-a-half hours of sex with A. We had intended to get a little stoned, but neither of us had matches. The sex was great anyway. A had brought some pages printed out from an online Kama Sutra with some positions that she was interested in trying. She had looked at the pictures, but not at the text, which was ludicrous. The Kama Sutra is bizarre anyway, but it is even stranger when run through a crappy translation engine.

One of the positions did not work at all, but a couple of others did. Perhaps the best was something that I had done before with F: I lie on my back, spread my legs and pull them up and back towards my shoulders; the woman gets on top and rides my cock. With F this was good, but with A it was really great, and I told her that if I was stoned I would definitely feel her cock fucking my cunt - that is, I would be able to transpose our roles more completely.

We fucked in more standard fashion too, and I went down on A for a long time, and she had a series of orgasms. After that she complained that she was a little sore, and so gave me a long, brilliant blowjob. I never ejaculated, but I had a big, climactic orgasm - legs shaking, spasms in my groin, that amazing convulsive sensation in the head of my cock. If she had told me that I had, in fact, ejaculated, I would not have been surprised.

We rested, talked, fucked some more, and then she sucked my cock again, eliciting another big, dry orgasm. And then it was time for me to shower and leave.

Saturday: a little under three hours with M, which was pretty much continuous sex. Mainly fucking, either with me on top, or her on top, or from behind. The only extensive breaks from fucking were for me to go down on her, and then finger fuck her; or for me to tongue and finger her asshole; or for her to suck my cock. She helped herself to come while I was finger-fucking her, and working her g-spot (if that is what it was). I came at the end, jerking off while she watched and lapped up my seed, which came in a couple of small gentle dribbles about thirty seconds apart and then a more complete and climactic series of spurts in M’s mouth.

M is a large woman, and I suppose there are many men who would not consider her as a potential fuck. They are missing out. Nor is it a question of tolerating her size and getting an agile, active, interesting and tight cunt to fuck in return. She looks magnificent when she is being fucked. I have two favorite views. One is when I am on top, pinning her legs up with my arms, so she is almost doubled in two, and I can pound her cunt as hard as I like. Looking down I can see her face, her huge tits, and the rolls of her belly furrowed above her cunt-hair. The other delightful scene is looking at her from behind, whether I am fucking her or eating her asshole or just looking.

Today I worked her asshole quite a lot with my fingers, including my thumb, and I also nudged part of the head of my cock into the very first part of her hole. Soon I will fuck her ass fully, which is going to hurt her. I don’t find the pain this will cause her arousing in itself, but I acknowledge that it is in some way pleasing as a prospect. That she is willing to undergo this pain, and wants to, is deeply touching; the tenderness that this will generate in me will bring us closer; and of course, her tight asshole will feel great, and I will delight in screwing my way in as deep as I can and then pumping seed into her.



E follows D
February 9th, 2007 by eryximachus

Shortly after C left for work, D picked me up and we drove to a hotel. There, in a dark and hot little room with bedside lights that did not function, we got stoned and went at each other for two-and-a-half hours or so.

Smoking pot makes sex more intense in several different ways, I think. One important effect is time-dilation: I spent what seemed like a very, very long time going down on D, with her coming several times, and then I fucked her hard and rhythmically for a long time too. When we finally took a break it seemed, subjectively, that we had been at it for at least an hour - but in fact it was barely twenty minutes by the clock.

A second effect is perhaps an analogue of the first: that details seem much sharper, and discrimination of details much finer. An object stuck in your teeth seems, to the tongue, large; when you get it out at last, it is tiny. Being stoned somehow makes everything bigger, more salient.

Another effect is tirelessness. When I am stoned I notice that my muscles are protesting, but I do not care, and I am happy to continue using my tongue or my fingers or my cock long past the point where, unstoned, I would change positions, or take a break.

I think it has very similar effects on D, as she can take a huge amount of fucking when she is stoned, and can suck my cock brilliantly for hours (or what seems like hours). Today we did all the standard things - I went down on her, we fucked, she went down on me, I fucked her ass, she blew me again. At one point towards the end I jerked off while she was sitting on my face - about as close to 69 as D and I can get, as neither of us can really concentrate when being eaten by the other.

It was a wild, varied ride, and left me feeling fairly drained. But I had arranged to meet M and so, not much more than an hour after leaving D, I hooked up with M, we had a drink, and then went to a nearby hot-sheet hotel. There, in a little more than an hour-and-a-half, we had plenty of fun, including some very hard fucking by me. It was in no way long enough in terms of being with M, whose mind is very sharp and intuitive, and who is fascinating to talk to. But it was wonderful anyway.

With M, I did not come at all - she came twice, I think, in both cases as a result of her own efforts. I was close sometimes, but I suspect the tank was near empty, as D had managed to coax a lot of seed out of me with her mouth and I had come in her cunt, and I also came when jerking off for her. M was a little concerned about this, worrying that she had not pleased me - but I pointed out that if she wanted my seed and I withheld it as a punishment, that was appropriate. M has been ignoring my rulings on frequency of masturbation, so punishment is indeed in order, and there is something right-seeming to me in punishing her orgasms enjoyed without permission by denying her mine.



Completeness
February 8th, 2007 by eryximachus

I am not sure what benefit the completeness of this record confers. But I feel that omissions are a fault. So I shall attempt to mention, at least in passing, every sexual encounter that is of any significance at all. Jerking off is not, in my view, automatically of significance; almost anything erotic, sensual, or sexual involving other people is.

Last Saturday, so the day after my delightful five hours with M, the day began with a pleasant fuck with C, my wife. It was in fact one of the better fucks that we have had in recent months. C and I are in a way victims of our sexual competence and complementarity. She always comes, usually easily and quickly, from unassisted penetration. Her orgasms are long, intense, and final, and return her to a neutral state in terms of sexual excitement - in other words, it is over for her, and all that really remains is for me to fuck her until I come, preferably as soon as possible. On occasions when I do not come soon after her and it is apparent that I am not likely to, we stop. I do not object to that at all, as I have no interest or desire to carry on fucking her when she no longer wants to be fucked. So once we reach the point where she wants to stop, I want to stop as well.

Recently, I have tried to drag things out a little, with more foreplay, and by holding back a little when fucking. But C is really not much into foreplay beyond whatever is required to get ready to fuck, and these days, partly in response to menopausal vaginal dryness, she very often lubricates herself artificially, thus short-circuiting the process of preparation. The Astroglide, while it does not taste bad, does not taste like her. And C is really not much of a fan of oral anyway - she enjoys the sensation of having her clit licked and sucked gently, but it just makes her want to fuck right away.

Sometimes, describing C’s sexuality to others or myself, I think that she is rather like the stereotypical ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ man - sex is just a matter of ‘get on, get off, get on’. But that is not right, as she is certainly concerned with my pleasure - or rather, with my satisfaction, which is not quite the same thing. What would please me would be to spend hours with her hovering on the brink of orgasm, or coming multiply; to chop and change positions, take breaks and resume. I want to ride the slow, meandering local train to satisfaction, not the express.

It is now Thursday morning, and I think with this record of fucking C on Saturday, the blog is complete from last Friday. Last Thursday, I spent a little under two hours with D at our favorite ‘no-tell motel’, and I believe the day before that I spent some time with F in the morning and had lunch and then a very rapid office-fuck with M. Because of this rather hectic schedule, completeness is difficult to attain; and it is important to remember that blogging about fucking is not the same as fucking, and the ideal is to be too busy fucking to spend any time blogging.


Backtracking
February 8th, 2007 by eryximachus

I blogged earlier about Wednesday morning with F, but Tuesday with D also requires recording.

D and F are in certain ways alike, but in other ways they are extremely different. F is unmarried, and has, I am sure, an extremely interesting, varied, and also variable sexual history. D is married, in a loveless and sexless marriage, and is only just coming to discover herself as a sexual being. Yet in bed, or wherever one happens to be, they are equally fearless, equally insatiable.

On Tuesday D picked me up in her car, and we drove to a favorite spot and climbed in the back. Over the course of the next two hours, we had some of the most amazing car-sex that we have ever had, and that is a considerable feat given our history of ‘drive-by’ fucks and the longer, night-time episodes last summer. Those extraordinary times were blogged in the precursor to this blog, and when I have time I will move some of those posts here. But at present I do not have time, for I am too busy fucking.

Two hours in the back of D’s SUV, in the course of which she came a bunch of times and I came three times - in D’s mouth, in her cunt, and jerking off while kissing her. Her orgasms were, as always with D, when I went down on her or when she sat on my face. All were intense, but the last sequence, when she was sitting on my face, was clearly overwhelming. And ‘overwhelming’ is perhaps the word that does most justice to sex with D, which has never been less than great, and has frequently been beyond description. Though we are in almost every other way unsuited to each other, we are an extraordinary sexual couple.

In the car, with the engine running to keep the heat going, and with music playing, we are constrained by the geometry of the space. Yet we manage everything - fucking with me on top, fucking with her on top, ass-fucking, blowjobs, me going down on her, her sitting on my face. And the virtue of the confined space is that there are lots of hand-holds, places to brace feet, and so on. Often, a bed gives too much freedom and too little purchase.

Orgasm with D has always been intense, and it is really with her that I have learned to distinguish orgasm from ejaculation. This too has been the subject of previous posts that I intend to copy here some day. But on Tuesday my orgasms were just about all ejaculatory, though when I came in D’s mouth I felt that I had already been coming for a long time, and even when she took a break from swallowing I kept leaking seed for a while, without any real orgasmic spasms in accompaniment. I also remained completely hard, and my next orgasm followed relatively quickly, after some very hard fucking.

The final orgasm for me was a showpiece of sorts, done principally to decorate a t-shirt that I was donating to D with my seed. D sat on my face, I pinched and twisted her nipples while tonguing her clit, and after she had come she climbed off and kissed me while I jerked off. A fitting end to a very exciting couple of hours.

That was all that was of interest on Tuesday. The day before I had a pleasant make-out session with Z in my office, but Z is presently not inclined to have sex with me, or anyway has ruled against it. So Tuesday in the car with D and Wednesday morning with F are the week’s adventures so far.

The future: Thursday with D, and perhaps a meeting with M also. Friday with A. And then Saturday with M.


Ninety minutes
February 7th, 2007 by eryximachus

This morning I spent a hectic ninety minutes with F, who is an extraordinarily energetic and seasoned lover (that last description is her own) with one of the most lively, clever cunts I have ever fucked.

When I arrived she was strikingly dressed in a black wrap-around top and tight velvet pants - also black. Black leather stiletto boots. A metal choker necklace. After some heavy clinching, and a little fingering of her cunt inside her pants, I undressed her, and we then fucked for a good while, me on top.

The first time I ever fucked F, I came almost the moment I got my condom-clad cock inside her. Fortunately, I stayed hard and carried on fucking, and she was so turned on that she came fairly soon after, just from the deep grinding of my cock in her cunt. Since then - and we have fucked many times since then - she has not always come simply from fucking, needing also to help herself with her hand. But today everything clicked, and after some energetic shafting I plugged myself as deep as I could inside her and ground away, and she worked her clit against my pubic bone in return, and took herself up to the peak. It was quite wonderful, and for a moment I thought she was going to suck the seed out of me too, which would not have been good as I had not yet put on a condom. But I held back, and we carried on fucking, while she enjoyed the orgasmic aftershocks.

Then we swapped places, and she rode my cock. F is the most active fucker in that position I have ever known, with the possible exception of one girlfriend that I had in my twenties. I made sure I had a condom on, and that turned out to be a wise precaution as before long she had me coming. That is relatively unusual for me, but F managed to work herself back and forth while I was counter-thrusting as hard as I could from below, and I realized that the combination of her clit and cunt-lips grinding at the base of my cock and the sensations she was generating in the head of my cock deep inside her were going to make me climax. I told her I was going to come, and that helped her reach climax too.

I was fairly confident I was spent, but after some chat and a cup of coffee, F sucked me hard and asked me to fuck her, and she helped herself come with her hand again before it was time to go.

Ninety minutes with F pack as much sexual excitement as several weeks’ worth of marital sex.


February 7th, 2007 by eryximachus

Last Friday, five hours in a hotel room with M. We are just beginning to get familiar with each other, having done this once before, the previous Friday. We also had a rapid office fuck last Wednesday, after lunch.

M is sexually submissive, but also capable of being aggressive and dominant if she chooses. I began by fucking her from behind, lifting up her skirt and pulling down her tights and knickers, and working my cock into her. She is tight, even when very wet. Her ass is big and solid - a great pleasure to slam into. After that we removed the rest of our clothes and I climbed on top. M does not have as grippy or grabby a cunt as F, or L, but she is still a complete delight to fuck, and over the course of the afternoon she felt very different at different times. With her legs hiked up as high as they would go, I pounded her very hard, and at one point she was yelping because it hurt, as the head of my cock was banging her cervix. With another woman I would have stopped, but M wants me to use her irrespective of her feelings of pleasure or pain, and I did enjoy fucking her that way.

A while later, she climbed on top and rode my cock, and in that position her aggressiveness came out more. She moves her pelvis back and forth forcefully, and her cunt-muscles reinforce the effect, so my cock was being worked extremely well. I think it likely that she could bring me off that way. But on Friday she began to cry, from a grief that is, I think, unrelated to me, and so the mood of the fuck shifted towards something deeper and more tender, which was very touching, and helped me to feel very close to her. With my permission, she used her hand to rub her clit until she came, in what she reported was a very powerful orgasm.

Over the course of three hours or so we fucked almost continuously, though with breaks, odd episodes of cock-sucking, fingering, etc. I certainly came once inside her, but did not lose my erection for a while. I don’t think I can have come a lot, though, as when I went down on her not long after I could hardly taste my seed at all. During that episode of oral, she reported a series of mini-orgasms.

What else? She gave me a decent but not spectacular blowjob, we fucked more, I tongued and fingered her asshole, we drank wine and talked. It was all extremely enjoyable, friendly, and fun.


February 4th, 2007 by eryximachus

I have elsewhere been blogging my sexual adventures, and for a number of reasons that blog must cease to operate. This blog will take its place.

There is an element of boastfulness, clearly, in placing a record of my sexual adventures in plain view. But I do not believe that crowing is the primary motivation. What, then, is? One impulse is record-keeping. Given the nature of my adventures, it would unwise to keep any record of them hidden - much safer, these days, to place it plain sight, suitably anonymized. Another is documentary - to place in public view an account of one man’s sexual activities. But the most important reason for me now is more clearly confessional: to use the process of writing and publishing as a means to analyze and interpret my actions, my feelings, my thoughts. Only the documentary motivation requires there to be anyone but me reading this blog, and I do not really care much if anyone does.

Philosophy and philandering are not, for me, entirely distinct. Sex is not, or anyway should not be, a matter of raw sensation. When I fuck, I also think. I can’t make much sense of the idea that fucking is an animal activity, if that is meant to suggest that the same thing is going on when two humans fuck and when two dogs fuck. Of course, I don’t know how fucking seems to the dog or the bitch. But I cannot imagine it is anything like what goes on when I am fucking D, even when we are in one of our pot and alcohol fuelled frenzies. The ‘I think’ that accompanies every judgment also accompanies every thrust, every pinch of a nipple, every spurt of seed deep in D’s ass. Perhaps sex aims at the obliteration of that accompaniment, but it does not, in my experience, ever attain to it.

Very many deep philosophical themes are shot through with sex, and sex illuminates, in interesting ways, many traditional philosophical issues. They will surface in this blog, alongside the seamier details of my acts and emissions.

Sunday morning drive-by

D picked me up a bit before 6.30 am and we drove to our standard drive-by spot and got in the back, for approaching two hours of oral sex and fucking. I went down on her, and then we fucked, and then she gave me a lengthy and incredible blowjob, and I swear it was like I was ejaculating with each movement of her mouth on my cock-head. The intensity is incredible, and my cock is spasming every couple of seconds as if I am spurting in her mouth, though I am not. If she told me I was, I would believe her, so that is how similar it feels to the full-blown ejaculatory orgasm.

A little break and then some fucking, and then I went down on her again, and had a wonderful time being very precise with my tongue on her clit, partly under her direction, so she could have another big orgasm. Then some serious steady fucking, and then more blowjob work for her. Finally we lubed up my asshole and she stuck a finger in and then jerked me off. Not a great orgasm but a good one.

That is it for the weekend I guess. Tomorrow, if everything works out, I will get to spend a little time with K in the early part of the morning, with A in the late morning, and then see D in the afternoon. My three favorite fucks in one day - a very exciting prospect.

Sunday morning drive-by

The cancellation of my Saturday evening with A threatened to leave me without sex from Saturday luncthtime until Monday morning, when A is due to visit me at home. But D came to the rescue with one of her special Sunday morning drive-bys. She leaves home at some ungodly hour and picks me up; we drive to a spot and park; we get in the back. Today we began with cocksucking, which D excels at, and I had a couple of dry orgasms. Then we fucked for a while, then I went down on her, then we fucked a bit more, I went down on her again, and then we rested. I was inclined to leave it at that but D wanted to suck my cock some more and make me ejaculate; she didn't manage that, but in the course of trying I had a bunch more orgasms and she got so turned on that she asked me to go down on her again. Once she had come, I fucked her, and pulled out at the last second to spray all over her belly. Then of course I had to lick up my sperm and swap it with her. All extremely hot stuff, as always with D.

So now it is 10.30 am on Sunday, and with nothing else set up, the next fucking I do will almost certainly be A tomorrow morning. That, I predict, will be a lot of fun. Right now, I need to sleep.