Desks are perfect for fucking: she lies on her back with her ass right at the edge of the desk, while I stand between her legs and stick my cock in her cunt. It helps to have a desk with some overhang, so that I can get in close, and tables are fine for this reason. But desks tend to be stronger and sturdier than tables, and this kind of fucking requires complete confidence in the furniture.
For the woman, the position is extremely relaxing, so long as her legs can rest comfortably somewhere - on the back of a chair placed behind me, or on a wall if the desk is close enough to one, or on my shoulders, or resting in the crooks of my elbows. For me the position is an easy one too, and offers complete freedom of movement for my pelvis. It is possible to fuck very hard, or very gently; to chat idly while poking away idly, or to focus on steady, slick pounding; switching between cunt- and ass-fucking is straightforward. By holding her legs, it is possible to adjust her angle, to hold her in place while banging, or to move her around. I think more angles of cock in cunt are available in this position than in any other. Her clit is easily reached, and fingered or thumbed; her ass can be fingered while her cunt is fucked, though fingering her cunt while fucking her ass is trickier. I have not tried the strap-on in this position, but I reckon it would be possible to fuck her ass with my cock while fucking her cunt with the dildo.
A high bed is softer for the woman to lie on, and offers many of the same advantages as a desk, but beds that high are now rare. There are some at the Kew, and I once fucked Q in a version of this position on a middle-height bed at La Semana. F's bed is a little lower than ideal, but still very serviceable, and I fuck her in this position just about every time I visit, though the bed usually ends up rolling across the floor to the wall.
I have fond memories of fucking K in this position in my office: she would visit me at lunchtime, lie back on the desk while I ate her out until she came (which took a good while, usually, because K was always slow to climax), and then happily let me fuck her until I came too. I have more recently fucked B this way a couple of times. But the person who I have fucked far more than anyone else on my desk is D.
I do not keep my desk tidy, so fucking D usually transfers a chaos of papers, books, and letters from desk to floor. D enjoys this mess-making. So do I. I also enjoy, later, sorting through the chaos and finding hairs from her head, or her cunt, in the mess. While fucking, I find the sight of D naked on my desk immensely sexy: the contrast between the white of paper and the pale gold-brown of her skin; the clash between the regularity of type and the irregularity of freckles; the contradiction between work and play, between artifice and nature. Office fucking is a little spit in the eye of the work ethic, and who could object to that?
D, interestingly, finds ass-fucking on the desk delightfully calm. Perhaps it is that the requisite quotient of outrageousness is already supplied simply by location, so the ass-fucking no longer carries any weight in terms of shock. In this highly artificial, unsexual environment, any sex act at all is natural, and so none are more natural than others.
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Friday, October 12, 2007
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.
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.
Friday, September 07, 2007
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.
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.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
A guide of the perplexed
Atlantic Monthly reports a study in the British Journal of Urology on the sensitivity of cut and uncut cocks. The five most sensitive places on a natural cock are all removed by circumcision, and the most sensitive spot on a cut cock is the circumcision scar itself. If anyone is surprised by this, they have not read Maimonides' Guide of the Perplexed:
Similarly with regard to circumcision, one of the reasons for it is, in my opinion, the wish to bring about a decrease in sexual intercourse and a weakening of the organ in question, so that this activity be diminished and the organ be in as quiet a state as possible. It has been thought that circumcision perfects what is defective congenitally. This gave the possibility to everyone to raise an objection and to say: How can natural things be defective so that they need to be perfected from outside, all the more because we know how useful the foreskin is for that member? In fact this commandment has not been prescribed with a view to perfecting what is defective congenitally, but to perfecting what is defective morally. The bodily pain caused to that member is the real purpose of circumcision. None of the activities necessary for the preservation of the individual is harmed thereby, nor is procreation rendered impossible, but violent concupiscence and lust that goes beyond what is needed are diminished. The fact that circumcision weakens the faculty of sexual excitement and sometimes perhaps diminishes the pleasure is indubitable. For if at birth this member has been made to bleed and has had its covering taken away from it, it must indubitably be weakened. The Sages, may their memory be blessed, have explicitly stated: It is hard for a woman with whom an uncircumcised man has had sexual intercourse to separate from him. In my opinion this is the strongest of the reasons for circumcision.
Maimonides believed that circumcision deprived both the man and the woman of pleasure, and while I cannot claim to know this first-hand, I do know that my foreskin contributes very significantly to my own enjoyment. I was fucking D on the desk in my office yesterday, and watching my cock as it moved in and out of her cunt. Each time, as I withdrew, her cunt lips drew my foreskin up over the head of my cock; as I thrust back into her, the foreskin was pushed back and the head of my cock uncovered. F has claimed to be able to feel my foreskin when she is on top fucking me, and I do believe that she feels something that she would not feel when fucking a circumcised man.
The British Journal of Urology study mentions an earlier study, reported in BJU in 1999, in which 138 women who had fucked both cut and uncut men were asked which they preferred and why:
These results show clearly that women preferred vaginal intercourse with an anatomically complete penis over that with a circumcised penis; there may be many reasons for this. When the anatomically complete penis thrusts in the vagina, it does not slide, but rather glides on its own 'bedding' of movable skin, in much the same way that a turtle's neck glides in and out of the folder layers of skin surrounding it. The underlying corpus cavernosa and corpus spongiosum slide within the penile skin, while the skin juxtaposed agaist the vaginal wall moves very little. This sheath-within-a-sheath alignment allows penile movement, and vaginal and penile stimulation, with minimal friction or loss of secretions. When the penile shaft is withdrawn slightly from the vagina, the foreskin bunches up behind the corona in a manner that allows the tip of the foreskin which contains the highest density of fine-touch neuroreceptors in the penis to contact the corona of the glans which has the highest concentration of fine-touch receptors on the glans. This intense stimulation discourages the penile shaft from further withdrawal, explaining the short thrusting style that women noted in their unaltered partners.
I am not sure if the "short thrusting style" referred to is what I think of as 'grinding' but as the women reported preferring this style of thrusting because of the increased contact with the clitoris, it must be somewhat similar. Another interesting result in this survey is that women who preferred curcumcised men tended to have had fewer sexual partners than women who preferred uncircumcised men.
Needless to say, there are other surveys that show the opposite of this one, i.e., that women prefer cut men. You can find lots of the relevant publications at CIRP's Circumcision Reference Library - http://www.cirp.org/library/
Similarly with regard to circumcision, one of the reasons for it is, in my opinion, the wish to bring about a decrease in sexual intercourse and a weakening of the organ in question, so that this activity be diminished and the organ be in as quiet a state as possible. It has been thought that circumcision perfects what is defective congenitally. This gave the possibility to everyone to raise an objection and to say: How can natural things be defective so that they need to be perfected from outside, all the more because we know how useful the foreskin is for that member? In fact this commandment has not been prescribed with a view to perfecting what is defective congenitally, but to perfecting what is defective morally. The bodily pain caused to that member is the real purpose of circumcision. None of the activities necessary for the preservation of the individual is harmed thereby, nor is procreation rendered impossible, but violent concupiscence and lust that goes beyond what is needed are diminished. The fact that circumcision weakens the faculty of sexual excitement and sometimes perhaps diminishes the pleasure is indubitable. For if at birth this member has been made to bleed and has had its covering taken away from it, it must indubitably be weakened. The Sages, may their memory be blessed, have explicitly stated: It is hard for a woman with whom an uncircumcised man has had sexual intercourse to separate from him. In my opinion this is the strongest of the reasons for circumcision.
Maimonides believed that circumcision deprived both the man and the woman of pleasure, and while I cannot claim to know this first-hand, I do know that my foreskin contributes very significantly to my own enjoyment. I was fucking D on the desk in my office yesterday, and watching my cock as it moved in and out of her cunt. Each time, as I withdrew, her cunt lips drew my foreskin up over the head of my cock; as I thrust back into her, the foreskin was pushed back and the head of my cock uncovered. F has claimed to be able to feel my foreskin when she is on top fucking me, and I do believe that she feels something that she would not feel when fucking a circumcised man.
The British Journal of Urology study mentions an earlier study, reported in BJU in 1999, in which 138 women who had fucked both cut and uncut men were asked which they preferred and why:
These results show clearly that women preferred vaginal intercourse with an anatomically complete penis over that with a circumcised penis; there may be many reasons for this. When the anatomically complete penis thrusts in the vagina, it does not slide, but rather glides on its own 'bedding' of movable skin, in much the same way that a turtle's neck glides in and out of the folder layers of skin surrounding it. The underlying corpus cavernosa and corpus spongiosum slide within the penile skin, while the skin juxtaposed agaist the vaginal wall moves very little. This sheath-within-a-sheath alignment allows penile movement, and vaginal and penile stimulation, with minimal friction or loss of secretions. When the penile shaft is withdrawn slightly from the vagina, the foreskin bunches up behind the corona in a manner that allows the tip of the foreskin which contains the highest density of fine-touch neuroreceptors in the penis to contact the corona of the glans which has the highest concentration of fine-touch receptors on the glans. This intense stimulation discourages the penile shaft from further withdrawal, explaining the short thrusting style that women noted in their unaltered partners.
I am not sure if the "short thrusting style" referred to is what I think of as 'grinding' but as the women reported preferring this style of thrusting because of the increased contact with the clitoris, it must be somewhat similar. Another interesting result in this survey is that women who preferred curcumcised men tended to have had fewer sexual partners than women who preferred uncircumcised men.
Needless to say, there are other surveys that show the opposite of this one, i.e., that women prefer cut men. You can find lots of the relevant publications at CIRP's Circumcision Reference Library - http://www.cirp.org/library/
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Random days
Life as a liar, cheat, and adulterer is made up of days like these:
Sunday evening - D picks me up downtown and drives me uptown. On Riverside Drive she parks, we get in the back of the car, and fuck. Thirty minutes or so of thrusting and grinding, cock-sucking, face-sitting, fingering, licking. I wash up as best I can, she drives me home, and I re-enter family life hoping my wife cannot smell D's cunt-juice on my face.
Monday - afternoon at the office with D, after a brief bar-restroom fuck. Lots of fucking on the desk, with D lying back and me standing, a position in which it is as easy to fuck her ass as her cunt. I am not indifferent between them, but there are times when, as Cleland says in Fanny Hill, it is a matter of 'any port in a storm'.
Tuesday - I take a late morning train to meet A, who picks me up and drives me to a no-tell motel. We take a few hits from a joint and fuck, slowly building up the pace until we come together. A little while later I help her come again, this time with my hands. Before our two hours are up, she gives me an excellent blowjob, though I do not ejaculate again.
Wednesday - ninety minutes with F, at her apartment. First we fuck with me on top, then with her on top. She sits on my face, we fuck again, I go down on her, finger her. Then we spend a good while fucking and talking, with me standing by the bed, her lying on it. This position is one of my favourites, but only possible with beds that are high enough. Through all of this F is having one orgasm after another, in her usual fashion. With time almost up, we go back to fucking on the bed, and I pull out and come all over her. Withdrawal is not the most reliable method of contraception, but coming all over F's belly and breasts, and then licking up my seed, snowballing - that is more than enough to compensate for the risks.
Thursday, Friday - well, I shall report on those when they are in the past rather than the future
Sunday evening - D picks me up downtown and drives me uptown. On Riverside Drive she parks, we get in the back of the car, and fuck. Thirty minutes or so of thrusting and grinding, cock-sucking, face-sitting, fingering, licking. I wash up as best I can, she drives me home, and I re-enter family life hoping my wife cannot smell D's cunt-juice on my face.
Monday - afternoon at the office with D, after a brief bar-restroom fuck. Lots of fucking on the desk, with D lying back and me standing, a position in which it is as easy to fuck her ass as her cunt. I am not indifferent between them, but there are times when, as Cleland says in Fanny Hill, it is a matter of 'any port in a storm'.
Tuesday - I take a late morning train to meet A, who picks me up and drives me to a no-tell motel. We take a few hits from a joint and fuck, slowly building up the pace until we come together. A little while later I help her come again, this time with my hands. Before our two hours are up, she gives me an excellent blowjob, though I do not ejaculate again.
Wednesday - ninety minutes with F, at her apartment. First we fuck with me on top, then with her on top. She sits on my face, we fuck again, I go down on her, finger her. Then we spend a good while fucking and talking, with me standing by the bed, her lying on it. This position is one of my favourites, but only possible with beds that are high enough. Through all of this F is having one orgasm after another, in her usual fashion. With time almost up, we go back to fucking on the bed, and I pull out and come all over her. Withdrawal is not the most reliable method of contraception, but coming all over F's belly and breasts, and then licking up my seed, snowballing - that is more than enough to compensate for the risks.
Thursday, Friday - well, I shall report on those when they are in the past rather than the future
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Who's counting?
The first time I fucked D was in my office, and since then we have fucked there often. I say 'my office', but in fact I have two offices. The one we were in today has, besides a desk and desk-chairs, a couch.
I had written to D a couple of days ago, saying how much I liked eating her out on my desk, but that I preferred even more to sit or kneel on the floor between her legs while she sat in a chair. So today, dressed in a white cotton short-sleeved shirt and a short black skirt - no bra, no knickers - she placed a chair facing the couch, I sat down in front of her, and she then lifted her legs and rested her feet on the couch. I moved the chair a little closer to the couch so that I could rest my back against it. In this extremely comfortable position, I set to work with my tongue on her clit.
D unbuttoned her shirt so that I could get at her nipples. Pulling and pinching her nipples is not quite enough by itself to bring her to orgasm, but there are times when it seems as if stimulation of her clit is barely required. D came once, and then came again very quickly - and then she pushed my head back a little to let me know that she needed a break. We talked, my mouth barely grazing her cunt-lips, and then I began licking and sucking at her clit again, until she came for a third time.
D's fourth and fifth orgasms came while I was sitting on the couch and she was sitting on my cock, grinding away, while I worked on her nipples with my hands. She then lay down on the couch and I got on top and fucked her while we talked and kissed. Then I went down on her right armpit and she came again.
D has had what she calls an 'armpit orgasm' before. Back in the winter I persuaded her to stop shaving under arms, and once the hair had grown in and she starting going easy on the deodorant, her armpits became intensely sensitive. Even though she has now shaved again, they remain so. Fucking on the couch, I can brace my feet on the arm, and so get a lot of pressure from my pubic bone and the base of my cock on her clit. Meanwhile, I licked and sucked and nibbled my way from her mouth, down her neck, across her shoulder and so to her armpit. Then, pinning her arm above her head, I used my lips and teeth and tongue almost as if I was eating her cunt, and quite soon she went over the top into orgasm six. When that was over, I suggested that we do the same on the other side - orgasm seven. D pointed out that several factors are at work in generating the armpit orgasm: she finds it very arousing to have her arms pinned above her head; there are armpit-cunt correlations or connections in terms of hair, smell, position at a place in the body that can be closed up or spread open; the armpit is very close to the nipple.
We had made no use of the desk, so I swept my papers aside and D lay down along the longer axis , with a pillow from the couch under her head, while I sat at the end of the desk in a chair and prepared to eat her out again. I am not sure why, but I got sidetracked into fucking her instead for a while. Then I did eat her out, and after she came - eight - I turned my attention to her asshole, first tonguing it and then, when I judged it open and slick enough, standing up and sticking my cock in. Ass-fucking when standing like that is ideal in terms of being able to watch my cock disappearing inside her, and with hands free I can stimulate her nipples or her clit. Or - and this was what I did today - her right nipple with my left hand and her clit with my right hand. That brought on her last orgasm of the morning, and soon afterwards I came deep in her ass.
All of this took barely an hour-and-a-half. I am not sure D has ever come so many times in so short a period. And yet this by-the-numbers recitation is liable to miss the point. I love to help D come, and because she is insatiable and practically indestructible, I love to help her come again and again. Neither her orgasms nor mine are climaxes in the sense of being endings, but my orgasms do quite often put an end to my erection, and so an end to fucking. But not being able to fuck is no barrier to all the acts that don't require a hard cock, which are many. D is never done, and rarely says 'No', though today, when I offered to let her sit on my face before she left, she was, she said, a little self-conscious about the fact that she was 'messy' - an unsurprising consequence of the fact that I had fucked her very deep in the ass and so she was now leaking a mix of seed and shit. And she needed to get going in order to pick up her daughter and take her off to see some boy-band in New Jersey.
I had written to D a couple of days ago, saying how much I liked eating her out on my desk, but that I preferred even more to sit or kneel on the floor between her legs while she sat in a chair. So today, dressed in a white cotton short-sleeved shirt and a short black skirt - no bra, no knickers - she placed a chair facing the couch, I sat down in front of her, and she then lifted her legs and rested her feet on the couch. I moved the chair a little closer to the couch so that I could rest my back against it. In this extremely comfortable position, I set to work with my tongue on her clit.
D unbuttoned her shirt so that I could get at her nipples. Pulling and pinching her nipples is not quite enough by itself to bring her to orgasm, but there are times when it seems as if stimulation of her clit is barely required. D came once, and then came again very quickly - and then she pushed my head back a little to let me know that she needed a break. We talked, my mouth barely grazing her cunt-lips, and then I began licking and sucking at her clit again, until she came for a third time.
D's fourth and fifth orgasms came while I was sitting on the couch and she was sitting on my cock, grinding away, while I worked on her nipples with my hands. She then lay down on the couch and I got on top and fucked her while we talked and kissed. Then I went down on her right armpit and she came again.
D has had what she calls an 'armpit orgasm' before. Back in the winter I persuaded her to stop shaving under arms, and once the hair had grown in and she starting going easy on the deodorant, her armpits became intensely sensitive. Even though she has now shaved again, they remain so. Fucking on the couch, I can brace my feet on the arm, and so get a lot of pressure from my pubic bone and the base of my cock on her clit. Meanwhile, I licked and sucked and nibbled my way from her mouth, down her neck, across her shoulder and so to her armpit. Then, pinning her arm above her head, I used my lips and teeth and tongue almost as if I was eating her cunt, and quite soon she went over the top into orgasm six. When that was over, I suggested that we do the same on the other side - orgasm seven. D pointed out that several factors are at work in generating the armpit orgasm: she finds it very arousing to have her arms pinned above her head; there are armpit-cunt correlations or connections in terms of hair, smell, position at a place in the body that can be closed up or spread open; the armpit is very close to the nipple.
We had made no use of the desk, so I swept my papers aside and D lay down along the longer axis , with a pillow from the couch under her head, while I sat at the end of the desk in a chair and prepared to eat her out again. I am not sure why, but I got sidetracked into fucking her instead for a while. Then I did eat her out, and after she came - eight - I turned my attention to her asshole, first tonguing it and then, when I judged it open and slick enough, standing up and sticking my cock in. Ass-fucking when standing like that is ideal in terms of being able to watch my cock disappearing inside her, and with hands free I can stimulate her nipples or her clit. Or - and this was what I did today - her right nipple with my left hand and her clit with my right hand. That brought on her last orgasm of the morning, and soon afterwards I came deep in her ass.
All of this took barely an hour-and-a-half. I am not sure D has ever come so many times in so short a period. And yet this by-the-numbers recitation is liable to miss the point. I love to help D come, and because she is insatiable and practically indestructible, I love to help her come again and again. Neither her orgasms nor mine are climaxes in the sense of being endings, but my orgasms do quite often put an end to my erection, and so an end to fucking. But not being able to fuck is no barrier to all the acts that don't require a hard cock, which are many. D is never done, and rarely says 'No', though today, when I offered to let her sit on my face before she left, she was, she said, a little self-conscious about the fact that she was 'messy' - an unsurprising consequence of the fact that I had fucked her very deep in the ass and so she was now leaking a mix of seed and shit. And she needed to get going in order to pick up her daughter and take her off to see some boy-band in New Jersey.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Location, location, location
Women like F, who is a single mother, and J, a single woman, raise no location issues. I have only ever fucked them in their own beds. But with other, married women, the problem of where is often almost as intractable as the problem of when.
A is married but childless and jobless. What work she does, she does from home. But she lives way out in the suburbs, a journey of more than an hour each way. I have visited her at home quite a few times by now, but doing so requires me to have a robust alibi, and also one that puts me about the same distance from home in terms of traveling time. A used to come into the city very often, and then we used one or other of the short-stay hotels listed below. A has visited me at home when my wife is away and the children out of the house, and even spent a weekend a few months ago (one that began with a delightful threesome with K). I think the only other place A and I have fucked is at her sister-in-law's apartment in the city.
In-laws have also come in handy with D. We spent a long afternoon while back fucking our way around her mother-in-law's condo somewhere out on Long Island. D I have also visited at her own house in Nassau county two times, and she has visited me at home a few times as well. But with D the vast majority of our many times together have been at the Kew Motor Inn, or in my office, or in her car. I have also fucked D outside, and we have on a number of occasions managed to spend nights together.
M, with whom I am not in contact at the moment, is also married. I have visited her at home once, and we have also made use of her mother's apartment once. Otherwise it has been my office or one of the hotels. (Correction: M pointed out to me that we had also fucked in the restroom of a bar.)
Offices are problematic in terms of privacy and comfort. Sex does not require a bed, but long, varied, energetic sex is surely best had in a bed, rather than on cheap carpeting and desks. Particular acts and positions do work well, though. Yesterday D was in my office for a while, and I spent a long time eating her out while sitting in my desk chair, as she lay back on the desk. This is more comfortable and less of a strain than eating her out on a bed, though perhaps no easier than when she sits in a chair with her legs spread and I sit or kneel on the floor between them. Another great advantage of the desk is that when I am done eating her out I can stand up and stick my cock in her, as a standard desk is just about the right height.
D is the only woman I have fucked in a car in several years. When I first met C she had a large American car that we fucked in quite a lot, and we have fucked in odd rental cars a few times since, I suppose. D's Pacifica, with the middle row of seats folded down, offers a decent amount of space for fucking, and because it is possible to gain a lot of purchase with feet and hands, I have fucked her very hard in the car. The Pacifica has black-tinted windows in the back, and we have fucked in the middle of the day while parked on relatively busy streets without anyone being aware of us.
Homes are good to fuck in, but raise clean-up issues, and of course there are risks. D's older daughter returned home unexpectedly when I was there, and so I ended up in the classic French farce position of hiding in the closet. As far as clean-up is concerned, I find hair the most troublesome. But the lint-roller is an excellent tool for picking up hair - better, in my opinion, than most vacuum cleaners.
Hotels are a huge topic, and one day I will try to produce a decent guide to NYC hot-sheet hotels, no-tell motels, and short-stay places. If they were cheaper and more reliable, they would be ideal. I have never been made to wait at the Kew Motor Inn or at La Semana (which is a dump) but I have been at the Liberty Inn. I have been turned away at the Seton more than once. The hotels that rent rooms for a few hours on the side are often full with overnight guests, and rooms tend to be available only in the middle of the day, in the window between check-out and check-in times.
A randomized list of hotels/motels I have fucked in: Grand Union, La Semana, Liberty Inn, Herald Square, Seton, Kew Motor Inn, JFK Airport Inn (?). I have never been to the St Mark's. M once booked a place online, paying a reasonable overnight rate, and we just used it for four or five hours in the afternoon/early evening; I don't remember its name.
If money were no object, I would rent a small studio apartment. As it is, I need a wealthy benefactor to agree to subsidise my lying, cheating, and adultery, or else someone to offer me daytime fuck-space for free. All over the city, beds are unused while their owners work 9-to-5, or, if they are lawyers trying to make partner, 5-to-9. It is a terrible waste. Think of the use to which these beds could be put. And afterwards, I promise to go over everything with the lint-roller.
Addendum: Yesterday I visited F, but some workers were fixing something in her apartment, so we went across the hall to her neighbour's place - F has keys - and fucked there. We have keys to a couple of friends' apartments, but I have never before thought of this as a way of securing fuckspace. Interesting.
A is married but childless and jobless. What work she does, she does from home. But she lives way out in the suburbs, a journey of more than an hour each way. I have visited her at home quite a few times by now, but doing so requires me to have a robust alibi, and also one that puts me about the same distance from home in terms of traveling time. A used to come into the city very often, and then we used one or other of the short-stay hotels listed below. A has visited me at home when my wife is away and the children out of the house, and even spent a weekend a few months ago (one that began with a delightful threesome with K). I think the only other place A and I have fucked is at her sister-in-law's apartment in the city.
In-laws have also come in handy with D. We spent a long afternoon while back fucking our way around her mother-in-law's condo somewhere out on Long Island. D I have also visited at her own house in Nassau county two times, and she has visited me at home a few times as well. But with D the vast majority of our many times together have been at the Kew Motor Inn, or in my office, or in her car. I have also fucked D outside, and we have on a number of occasions managed to spend nights together.
M, with whom I am not in contact at the moment, is also married. I have visited her at home once, and we have also made use of her mother's apartment once. Otherwise it has been my office or one of the hotels. (Correction: M pointed out to me that we had also fucked in the restroom of a bar.)
Offices are problematic in terms of privacy and comfort. Sex does not require a bed, but long, varied, energetic sex is surely best had in a bed, rather than on cheap carpeting and desks. Particular acts and positions do work well, though. Yesterday D was in my office for a while, and I spent a long time eating her out while sitting in my desk chair, as she lay back on the desk. This is more comfortable and less of a strain than eating her out on a bed, though perhaps no easier than when she sits in a chair with her legs spread and I sit or kneel on the floor between them. Another great advantage of the desk is that when I am done eating her out I can stand up and stick my cock in her, as a standard desk is just about the right height.
D is the only woman I have fucked in a car in several years. When I first met C she had a large American car that we fucked in quite a lot, and we have fucked in odd rental cars a few times since, I suppose. D's Pacifica, with the middle row of seats folded down, offers a decent amount of space for fucking, and because it is possible to gain a lot of purchase with feet and hands, I have fucked her very hard in the car. The Pacifica has black-tinted windows in the back, and we have fucked in the middle of the day while parked on relatively busy streets without anyone being aware of us.
Homes are good to fuck in, but raise clean-up issues, and of course there are risks. D's older daughter returned home unexpectedly when I was there, and so I ended up in the classic French farce position of hiding in the closet. As far as clean-up is concerned, I find hair the most troublesome. But the lint-roller is an excellent tool for picking up hair - better, in my opinion, than most vacuum cleaners.
Hotels are a huge topic, and one day I will try to produce a decent guide to NYC hot-sheet hotels, no-tell motels, and short-stay places. If they were cheaper and more reliable, they would be ideal. I have never been made to wait at the Kew Motor Inn or at La Semana (which is a dump) but I have been at the Liberty Inn. I have been turned away at the Seton more than once. The hotels that rent rooms for a few hours on the side are often full with overnight guests, and rooms tend to be available only in the middle of the day, in the window between check-out and check-in times.
A randomized list of hotels/motels I have fucked in: Grand Union, La Semana, Liberty Inn, Herald Square, Seton, Kew Motor Inn, JFK Airport Inn (?). I have never been to the St Mark's. M once booked a place online, paying a reasonable overnight rate, and we just used it for four or five hours in the afternoon/early evening; I don't remember its name.
If money were no object, I would rent a small studio apartment. As it is, I need a wealthy benefactor to agree to subsidise my lying, cheating, and adultery, or else someone to offer me daytime fuck-space for free. All over the city, beds are unused while their owners work 9-to-5, or, if they are lawyers trying to make partner, 5-to-9. It is a terrible waste. Think of the use to which these beds could be put. And afterwards, I promise to go over everything with the lint-roller.
Addendum: Yesterday I visited F, but some workers were fixing something in her apartment, so we went across the hall to her neighbour's place - F has keys - and fucked there. We have keys to a couple of friends' apartments, but I have never before thought of this as a way of securing fuckspace. Interesting.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Alibi drought
In the summer, the stream of alibis reduces to a mere trickle. A precious resource, it is necessary to use them wisely. But what does that mean?
If I were a conquest maven, it would suggest that alibis be saved for new encounters. But I am uninterested in notches on the bedpost, and the new is also the unpredictable and the unreliable. I therefore use my few alibis on D and F, who are familiar, consistent, reliable.
But not too familiar, or consistent. Both D and F have a sexual depth that it takes time to plumb. D, in particular, is remarkable - just today I was with her (alibi = yoga) for a little under three hours, not in the best of circumstances. Yet she managed to amaze me again, marching through a series of orgasms while on top, riding my cock. I am sure she has never done anything quite like that before, not even when stoned. And today she, like me, was not stoned, but stone-cold sober.
D spent many years in a sexless marriage. She had a brief fling, with a trombone player, and then met me. I have been the lucky beneficiary of her sexual awakening, or at least the major part of it, and that has been an extraordinary honour. Over the course of a year-and-a-half, D has discovered or rediscovered her joy in her own body as well as her confidence in her ability and desirability. An alibi used on her is well used.
Addendum: Today I had a decent alibi for the entire afternoon and early evening, and so I saw both F and D.
F: we began, somewhat unusually, with her on top. F is by far the best fuck I know in that position. Over the course of more than an hour-and-a-half we rang the changes on fucking, finger-fucking, oral. Eventually F gave me a handjob while I stuck a finger up my ass, and then we swapped roles, with me jerking off while she probed for my prostrate, triggering an orgasm that produced a very large load of ejaculate.
D: we were in my office. Fucking on the floor, me on top. D then sat on my face. Then more fucking, but I went rather limp. So D then lay back on the desk and I sat in the desk-chair and ate her out. By the time that she had finished coming I was very hard and so fucked her for a good while, at one point helping her to come again by fingering her clit. Then I ate her out again on the desk, and then she knelt on the floor and game me a blowjob. That petered out and we chatted and then lay down on the carpet and fucked. She was extremely wet, and so I stuck a finger in her ass, and then, using her cunt-juice as lubricant, my cock. After a little while I came deep in her ass, with several distinct, delightful spasms. Coming in D's ass is always good, but this was especially enjoyable.
After that, D sat on my face again, as she wanted another orgasm. And then we washed up, and went for a drink.
When alibis are scarce, it is good to make the most of them.
If I were a conquest maven, it would suggest that alibis be saved for new encounters. But I am uninterested in notches on the bedpost, and the new is also the unpredictable and the unreliable. I therefore use my few alibis on D and F, who are familiar, consistent, reliable.
But not too familiar, or consistent. Both D and F have a sexual depth that it takes time to plumb. D, in particular, is remarkable - just today I was with her (alibi = yoga) for a little under three hours, not in the best of circumstances. Yet she managed to amaze me again, marching through a series of orgasms while on top, riding my cock. I am sure she has never done anything quite like that before, not even when stoned. And today she, like me, was not stoned, but stone-cold sober.
D spent many years in a sexless marriage. She had a brief fling, with a trombone player, and then met me. I have been the lucky beneficiary of her sexual awakening, or at least the major part of it, and that has been an extraordinary honour. Over the course of a year-and-a-half, D has discovered or rediscovered her joy in her own body as well as her confidence in her ability and desirability. An alibi used on her is well used.
Addendum: Today I had a decent alibi for the entire afternoon and early evening, and so I saw both F and D.
F: we began, somewhat unusually, with her on top. F is by far the best fuck I know in that position. Over the course of more than an hour-and-a-half we rang the changes on fucking, finger-fucking, oral. Eventually F gave me a handjob while I stuck a finger up my ass, and then we swapped roles, with me jerking off while she probed for my prostrate, triggering an orgasm that produced a very large load of ejaculate.
D: we were in my office. Fucking on the floor, me on top. D then sat on my face. Then more fucking, but I went rather limp. So D then lay back on the desk and I sat in the desk-chair and ate her out. By the time that she had finished coming I was very hard and so fucked her for a good while, at one point helping her to come again by fingering her clit. Then I ate her out again on the desk, and then she knelt on the floor and game me a blowjob. That petered out and we chatted and then lay down on the carpet and fucked. She was extremely wet, and so I stuck a finger in her ass, and then, using her cunt-juice as lubricant, my cock. After a little while I came deep in her ass, with several distinct, delightful spasms. Coming in D's ass is always good, but this was especially enjoyable.
After that, D sat on my face again, as she wanted another orgasm. And then we washed up, and went for a drink.
When alibis are scarce, it is good to make the most of them.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Z to A
Z came to my office, with the expectation that I would put on some sort of show for her. I had no real idea what to expect, and all I knew about her was that she was 30something, of mixed race, and in a wheelchair. She turned out to be a woman of really exceptional beauty, and the 45 or 50 minutes that she spent in my office deserve a detailed description.
We began with me in my desk-chair, her close by in her wheelchair. I unzipped and began to stroke my cock, at this point quite soft. We talked, discussing circumcision, work, whatever. She asked about how I liked to touch myself and I did my best to show her. After a while I asked if she would like to touch me, and she took over for a while, her large, strong hand doing a good job with my foreskin. She was surprised about how much pressure I liked. We talked about her other office visits - she had scheduled at least one a day during the whole week, and I think she said I was the fourth man whose office she had visited in order to be entertained.
She then proposed that we move out towards the middle of the room to have a bit more space, and I took one pants leg off so I could spread my legs. Then I sat on the chair while she manouevred her wheelchair between my legs. This way she had a better view, as she pointed out, and also better access to my balls and ass. We then went back to stroking my cock, though I did most of that, while she stroked my legs, my ass, my hips, my chest and sides, and played a bit with my nipples. I felt extremely happy and not at all self-conscious, as this was clearly what she wanted to see and do, she felt - as far as I could tell - completely relaxed and safe, and we were both having a good time.
After a while longer, she decided to sit on the floor, placing one leg on either side of my chair so that she could move in very close to my crotch. She took off her shirt, and I had the wonderful surprise of finding out that she did not shave under her arms - something that I find very, very sexy indeed. So at that point I was completely taken with her! Also such perfect breasts, a magnificent neck and shoulders, smooth skin of a most seductive, rich colour. Things then got a little more reciprocal, as I felt along her neck, and her shoulders, pinched her nipples, stroked her arms, and we also finally kissed. I was very turned on and very close to coming as a result, but she was in no hurry, so we slowed down. For perhaps twenty minutes we went back and forth between these various delightful acts - me touching myself, her touching my cock, her working my balls and perineum, her stroking my chest, my shoulders, my face, I doing the same to her, kissing. She sat as close in as she could, her armpits on my thighs, her head close to my cock. It was extremely gentle, sensual, very pleasurable, relaxing and yet also highly exciting. When she asked if I was now ready to come, it took just a little while to bring myself off, and of course I did not ejaculate very much given the morning's activities with D, so that may have disappointed her.
Afterwards she lay back on the floor and rested, and we talked for a little while, and then she hauled herself back into her wheelchair, and left. I asked if I was ever to see her again and she said 'No'. So that was that - but I have been thinking of her almost continuously ever since. And she did, very kindly, send me a picture of herself later on, showing much of what I had seen in my office - her breasts, her neck, her hair, her delicately cupped ear, one of those highly erotic armpits.
Today, A, for around two hours in a midtown hotel. Again, kissing led straight to fucking, and this time I never got to go down on her at all. We fucked for a long, long time, she also fingered herself to orgasm while I was fucking her, and then finally I climbed off and she went down on me for a while. Dry orgasms resulted from that, and then she sat on my cock and very rapidly made me come, which seemed to send her into a series of contractions, and her whole cunt was so amazingly tight and wet and alive I stayed very hard while she carried on using me for her pleasure. It was great. But finally she tired and I softened, and so we lay and chatted post-coitally until it was time to shower and leave.
A and Z - opposites in very many ways, but both extremely sexy. I am also extremely lucky to have been able to be with them yesterday and today.
We began with me in my desk-chair, her close by in her wheelchair. I unzipped and began to stroke my cock, at this point quite soft. We talked, discussing circumcision, work, whatever. She asked about how I liked to touch myself and I did my best to show her. After a while I asked if she would like to touch me, and she took over for a while, her large, strong hand doing a good job with my foreskin. She was surprised about how much pressure I liked. We talked about her other office visits - she had scheduled at least one a day during the whole week, and I think she said I was the fourth man whose office she had visited in order to be entertained.
She then proposed that we move out towards the middle of the room to have a bit more space, and I took one pants leg off so I could spread my legs. Then I sat on the chair while she manouevred her wheelchair between my legs. This way she had a better view, as she pointed out, and also better access to my balls and ass. We then went back to stroking my cock, though I did most of that, while she stroked my legs, my ass, my hips, my chest and sides, and played a bit with my nipples. I felt extremely happy and not at all self-conscious, as this was clearly what she wanted to see and do, she felt - as far as I could tell - completely relaxed and safe, and we were both having a good time.
After a while longer, she decided to sit on the floor, placing one leg on either side of my chair so that she could move in very close to my crotch. She took off her shirt, and I had the wonderful surprise of finding out that she did not shave under her arms - something that I find very, very sexy indeed. So at that point I was completely taken with her! Also such perfect breasts, a magnificent neck and shoulders, smooth skin of a most seductive, rich colour. Things then got a little more reciprocal, as I felt along her neck, and her shoulders, pinched her nipples, stroked her arms, and we also finally kissed. I was very turned on and very close to coming as a result, but she was in no hurry, so we slowed down. For perhaps twenty minutes we went back and forth between these various delightful acts - me touching myself, her touching my cock, her working my balls and perineum, her stroking my chest, my shoulders, my face, I doing the same to her, kissing. She sat as close in as she could, her armpits on my thighs, her head close to my cock. It was extremely gentle, sensual, very pleasurable, relaxing and yet also highly exciting. When she asked if I was now ready to come, it took just a little while to bring myself off, and of course I did not ejaculate very much given the morning's activities with D, so that may have disappointed her.
Afterwards she lay back on the floor and rested, and we talked for a little while, and then she hauled herself back into her wheelchair, and left. I asked if I was ever to see her again and she said 'No'. So that was that - but I have been thinking of her almost continuously ever since. And she did, very kindly, send me a picture of herself later on, showing much of what I had seen in my office - her breasts, her neck, her hair, her delicately cupped ear, one of those highly erotic armpits.
Today, A, for around two hours in a midtown hotel. Again, kissing led straight to fucking, and this time I never got to go down on her at all. We fucked for a long, long time, she also fingered herself to orgasm while I was fucking her, and then finally I climbed off and she went down on me for a while. Dry orgasms resulted from that, and then she sat on my cock and very rapidly made me come, which seemed to send her into a series of contractions, and her whole cunt was so amazingly tight and wet and alive I stayed very hard while she carried on using me for her pleasure. It was great. But finally she tired and I softened, and so we lay and chatted post-coitally until it was time to shower and leave.
A and Z - opposites in very many ways, but both extremely sexy. I am also extremely lucky to have been able to be with them yesterday and today.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
At the office
After chatting to my therapist for 45 minutes, I headed to my office, to hook up with K. After a few brief preliminaries she lay back on my desk while I sat in my chair and went to work on her with my lips and tongue. She is letting her hair grow back, having been shaved, so there is a certain amount of stubble, but I don't mind that. K takes a long time to come, so I could spend a long time with my head between her legs, and she does get delightfully wet. She has one of the mildest smelling and tasting cunts I have ever come across, and I would happily have her a bit more pungent. But it was great fun, and she eventually came. Then I put on a condom and fucked her, me standing and her still lying on the desk. I have had blowjobs in this office before, and fucked Janice on the floor once or possibly twice, but I have never fucked anyone on the desk (though of course I have in my other office, where D has been fucked just about everywhere, including the desk). So I fucked K for a decent amount of time and came, and then we sat and chatted about sex. K is game to try just about anything, so perhaps we will go together to the 'midweek playgroup' sometime.
It is only noon, so I suppose something might develop later on today. Yesterday was entirely void of sex. Tomorrow I am hoping to see A.
Update:
I was still feeling a bit restless, so I went to an Asian spa to be worked on by Senny. Table shower, then a long massage, and then a nifty little handjob. Very pleasant, and certainly something I would do again. $70 for the shower, massage, etc, and I gave Senny $100. So not free and not cheap - but sex is a lot more fun than money.
It is only noon, so I suppose something might develop later on today. Yesterday was entirely void of sex. Tomorrow I am hoping to see A.
Update:
I was still feeling a bit restless, so I went to an Asian spa to be worked on by Senny. Table shower, then a long massage, and then a nifty little handjob. Very pleasant, and certainly something I would do again. $70 for the shower, massage, etc, and I gave Senny $100. So not free and not cheap - but sex is a lot more fun than money.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Thursday June 1st - a memorable day
Thursday was remarkable. D picked me up early and we headed to my office, where we had 45 minutes or so of wonderful sex: I sat her in the chair and hooked her legs over the arms and ate her out, pinching her nipples as is just about essential if she is to orgasm; then we fucked on the couch, me on top; then I put her on the desk and fucked her standing up, and then flipped her over and fucked her that way for a little while, but that didn't work so well. Then I went off to a meeting but fortunately could slip out and get back to my office for some more. A blowjob, me in the chair and D kneeling between my legs on the floor; then a make-out session on the couch, which slowly built up to me eating her out again; then she made me lie down so she could sit on my face, and went completely crazy, especially once I got fingers in her cunt and ass; but I couldn't stay hard so no fucking, though I really would have liked to finish off inside her.
I went back to the meeting for a little while, and then D and I headed off to our standard no-tell motel. A mirrored room to admire ourselves. Two-and-a-half hours or so of the standard repertoire, but all excellent. A judicious dose of Viagra restored me to full function, and I remained pretty hard even after I came for the first time. That was at the end of one of the sweetest and best ass-fucks I have ever had. D was an anal virgin not that long ago, but now she loves it. I really do like to fuck her in the ass, and it feels very intimate. So - a lot of fucking, a lot of oral, and I ended up in one of my strange 'edge' states when I am convinced I am about to ejaculate but never do, instead just having a series of dry orgasms. I really did need to come fully, though, so in the end I jerked off while D watched and lay next to me, spraying all over my chest and belly. She then lay on top of me and smeared herself with my seed. And of course that just turned her on so she wanted to come again, so I went down on her and helped her come, and in fact pushed her into a series of orgasms.
All that by around two in the afternoon. Then a shower, and off to meet A for a couple of hours. Again I began by going down on her, which is great as she gets incredibly wet. Then a very long hard fuck, with lots of deep grinding, some hard pounding, on and on. Sweat pouring off the both of us, but especially her. Then we rested for a little while, talking while fucking gently. A told me that she knew I had been with someone else earlier because she could smell it on my face! So I should do a better job washing my face in the future.
After a while we stopped fucking and then A gave me an incredible blowjob, beginning with a Wintergreen Altoid in her mouth, which creates this incredible sensation of hot and cold on the head of my cock. This blowjob went on a long time and eventually A picked up the pace and I came in her mouth.
A great day.
I went back to the meeting for a little while, and then D and I headed off to our standard no-tell motel. A mirrored room to admire ourselves. Two-and-a-half hours or so of the standard repertoire, but all excellent. A judicious dose of Viagra restored me to full function, and I remained pretty hard even after I came for the first time. That was at the end of one of the sweetest and best ass-fucks I have ever had. D was an anal virgin not that long ago, but now she loves it. I really do like to fuck her in the ass, and it feels very intimate. So - a lot of fucking, a lot of oral, and I ended up in one of my strange 'edge' states when I am convinced I am about to ejaculate but never do, instead just having a series of dry orgasms. I really did need to come fully, though, so in the end I jerked off while D watched and lay next to me, spraying all over my chest and belly. She then lay on top of me and smeared herself with my seed. And of course that just turned her on so she wanted to come again, so I went down on her and helped her come, and in fact pushed her into a series of orgasms.
All that by around two in the afternoon. Then a shower, and off to meet A for a couple of hours. Again I began by going down on her, which is great as she gets incredibly wet. Then a very long hard fuck, with lots of deep grinding, some hard pounding, on and on. Sweat pouring off the both of us, but especially her. Then we rested for a little while, talking while fucking gently. A told me that she knew I had been with someone else earlier because she could smell it on my face! So I should do a better job washing my face in the future.
After a while we stopped fucking and then A gave me an incredible blowjob, beginning with a Wintergreen Altoid in her mouth, which creates this incredible sensation of hot and cold on the head of my cock. This blowjob went on a long time and eventually A picked up the pace and I came in her mouth.
A great day.
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