I visited J briefly last Sunday, for perhaps an hour. Fun, but not fantastic - though interestingly I felt like I was on the edge of coming for most of the time that we were fucking, and did eventually come while fucking her from behind.
Monday I visited F for a couple of hours of energetic fucking, and I went back for an hour of the same today.
That is it for the moment, though I did meet a woman for a drink on Monday evening, and that connection might, in due course, develop into something interesting.
Tomorrow, D. Friday is blank at the moment, and I am in alibi drought for reasons connected with work and the time of year. Alibis are an interesting topic and I hope to devote a post of two to them soon.
In the same way as this blog has rather gone dead on me, since I wrested control of it back from HC, so all this aimless fucking has rather palled. It is clearly time for a change of strategy, though my therapist's silly ideas - give up drinking, give up extra-marital fucking, try couple's therapy - are not the direction I intend to move in at all. I promise, though, that I will not terminate this blog without some notice.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007
2007
It is a few days into the new year, and so far things have proceeded pretty much as normal. On Tuesday I spent a couple of wonderful hours with A; on Wednesday I saw F for an hour and a bit in the morning, and D for a couple of hours in the afternoon. Today I visited F again.
My last significant post was back on December 15th, and so various encounters between then and the enforced hiatus of the holidays have not been recorded. But I have lost all conviction that the mere cataloguing of acts and emissions has any point. So it is unclear whether I should continue with the blog, or transform it into something else, or abandon it altogether.
My original intention was, I suppose, twofold: to keep for myself a record of who I fucked, and how I fucked them, in the safest place imaginable - in full public view; and to place in that full public view one slice of the brave new world of lying, cheating, and adultery made possible by Craigslist, Ashley Madison, Lavalife, and similar internet hook-up sites. Neither goal required that my feelings, my fears, my reactions, my regrets be written down. The blog was to be documentary rather than confessional. But in retrospect it is fairly obvious that those motivations were too thin to support the mission of maintaining the blog, and my reaction to the 'missing person' problem was to allow a narrator to emerge for whom all this fucking without any feeling was second nature. Though I quite liked him, he wasn't me; he did seem to be fucking the same women I was, however.
So now what? I am unsure. It is clear that the dispassionate documentary ideal is no good, and I would like to resume my place as the 'I' of these narratives. But that requires more of me to be exposed than I feel comfortable with, especially given that some people mentioned in the blog - A, Z, K - know of it, even if they do not read it.
While I make up my mind, or fail to, I will try to keep as close to the mere enumerations of sexual encounters as I can. But this week's idyll with A cries out for description, as does this morning's bloody bout with F.
My last significant post was back on December 15th, and so various encounters between then and the enforced hiatus of the holidays have not been recorded. But I have lost all conviction that the mere cataloguing of acts and emissions has any point. So it is unclear whether I should continue with the blog, or transform it into something else, or abandon it altogether.
My original intention was, I suppose, twofold: to keep for myself a record of who I fucked, and how I fucked them, in the safest place imaginable - in full public view; and to place in that full public view one slice of the brave new world of lying, cheating, and adultery made possible by Craigslist, Ashley Madison, Lavalife, and similar internet hook-up sites. Neither goal required that my feelings, my fears, my reactions, my regrets be written down. The blog was to be documentary rather than confessional. But in retrospect it is fairly obvious that those motivations were too thin to support the mission of maintaining the blog, and my reaction to the 'missing person' problem was to allow a narrator to emerge for whom all this fucking without any feeling was second nature. Though I quite liked him, he wasn't me; he did seem to be fucking the same women I was, however.
So now what? I am unsure. It is clear that the dispassionate documentary ideal is no good, and I would like to resume my place as the 'I' of these narratives. But that requires more of me to be exposed than I feel comfortable with, especially given that some people mentioned in the blog - A, Z, K - know of it, even if they do not read it.
While I make up my mind, or fail to, I will try to keep as close to the mere enumerations of sexual encounters as I can. But this week's idyll with A cries out for description, as does this morning's bloody bout with F.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Hiatus
Not so much a hiatus in sexual activity (though I am in one of those just at the moment, thanks to the holidays) as in blogging. For several reasons, the blog has gone dead on me. I don't know when I will resume, or whether; and I am unsure what form any new blog will take.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Five-day week
Today I visited F for about three-quarters of an hour, making it five days in a row that I have spent at least that long with her. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday I have already recorded. Today was a relatively straightforward, impromptu fuck - we began with me opening her up with my cock from behind, standing, and then moved onto the bed, and rang the changes. Me on top, her on top facing me, her on top facing my feet, her on top facing me again, then me on top. She helped herself to one orgasm using her hand while I carried on fucking her, and then by grinding deep managed to help her to another orgasm. Then, after some frenetic thrusting, I too came.
That was today. Yesterday I began the day by visiting F, for about an hour-and-a-half, nearly all of which was spent fucking, though I did also go down on her and fuck her with my fingers. Typically, F needs to rub her own clit to come, but occasionally - and this seems more often true for second and subsequent orgasms than for the first - the friction of deep grinding is enough. I am not sure that she has ever come as quickly or easily from straight fucking as she did the very first time, which is in a way odd. Anyway, yesterday was intense, intimate, and massively enjoyable. Perhaps the most distinctive thing about F is her style of fucking when she is on top, which is very aggressive. She devotes all her energies to pleasing herself, working the angles, trying to get every millimetre of my cock into her cunt, increasing the pressure. At times, especially when she is facing my feet, it seems as if I need hardly be there except to provide this cock for her ride, and that is not in any way insulting but rather a compliment. It makes me extremely happy to watch this sexy, smart woman pleasing herself, and of course she looks great because she too is happy, she is comfortable with her own desires and her body, and she puts all her energies into fucking.
Though we had both toyed with the idea of full anal penetration yesterday, in the end that did not happen. But I did spend a long time rimming her and tongue-fucking her asshole, and also working my thumb or one of my fingers up her ass. I also lubed her ass-crack with K-Y and put my cock between her ass-cheeks for a while. Yesterday was also notable in that, by common consent, we abandoned condoms for some of the time (today we began, in the standing fuck, without, but after that used them throughout). F is not fucking anyone but me at the moment, and I use condoms with everyone who is fucking anyone besides me, so minimum safety procedures are being followed.
L, who I saw in the afternoon at the Liberty Inn, also fucks no-one but me, as her husband is indifferent to her. And in fact, we dispensed with condoms for a while as well. There is no doubt that condoms diminish sensation - how could they not? - and it is also clear to me that some are better than others. But it is equally true that fucking with a condom on is still great.
L and I spent almost three hours together, and by the time we left it was dark. Of all the women I fuck, L is by far the most ambivalent about what she is doing. In one rather sad moment she became tearful, I think because the pleasure she was having with me simply reinforced her sense of what was lacking in her marriage, and in her life. L also feels, more strongly than others, the artificiality of hook-ups arranged on-line. I cannot really see that they are more artificial than those that happen in singles bars, and they are in many ways more honest.
These topics, however, are peripheral. The sex was lovely - mainly fucking, including from behind, which I am not sure we had done before, but which L said was her favourite. And when I was pounding her from behind she did become very noisy. She stopped me when I was going down on her, however, and it emerged that I was being too forceful, applying too much pressure; once she had told me that, I backed off, and just worked the tip of her clit with the tip of my tongue. It concerns me, if only slightly, that I misread her reactions in this way, but L is rather shy about making her wishes known. Still, it is perhaps true that being with A, F and D, all of whom require and enjoy pretty intense pressure on or around the clit, I had become a bit blase and careless. I should have been attending more closely, I feel. By much the same token, though, L should have simply told me to be more gentle. And I think next time she will.
If there is a next time, that is. As usual, L suggested that it might be the last time we met. If so, we will have had three wonderful afternoons together, and she will at least know some of the pleasures that have previously eluded her. And I will have this record, and my memories, of her. But I hope that it is not the last time, as L is a very sexy woman with an extremely lovely body.
An amusing incident: waiting for L outside the Liberty Inn, I ran into A, who was meeting a man there. She had proposed Thursday afternoon as a time to meet me, but I had already arranged to meet L. We shall have to see how graciously A accepts my explanation for preferring to be with L than with her.
On Thursday night, going to bed, C was feeling horny, so we fucked for a while, until she came, and then a little while longer, before it was clear that she thought it was time to go to sleep. Interestingly, then, I had fucked three different women in the course of the day, and never had an orgasm myself. And I didn't care about that one bit, as my own orgasms are rarely an aim of mine, though obviously I enjoy them when they happen. Other men do not seem to be like me in this way, or so I was told yesterday by L, and have been told also by F, and by A. I do not know why I am different in this regard, and it may have a lot to do with the fact that these days I am capable of sustaining an erection for a very long time, and have some difficulty reaching orgasm. But there are times - this morning, in fact, when C gave me a swift handjob (assuming, I think, that I was somehow frustrated from not coming the night before) - that I come pretty quickly. So I think it is more that I am not focussed on my own pleasure but on that of the woman I am with; that to the extent that my own pleasure is my goal, it is not the explosive release of orgasm that I am after but rather the continuous saturation of sensation that comes from long, varied, attentive fucking; and that I find a woman coming around my cock, or on my face, as satisfying and climactic as any ordinary orgasm of my own. Some orgasms, though, are not so ordinary - with D, and perhaps even more with A, I have had the most intense orgasmic experiences of my life.
That was today. Yesterday I began the day by visiting F, for about an hour-and-a-half, nearly all of which was spent fucking, though I did also go down on her and fuck her with my fingers. Typically, F needs to rub her own clit to come, but occasionally - and this seems more often true for second and subsequent orgasms than for the first - the friction of deep grinding is enough. I am not sure that she has ever come as quickly or easily from straight fucking as she did the very first time, which is in a way odd. Anyway, yesterday was intense, intimate, and massively enjoyable. Perhaps the most distinctive thing about F is her style of fucking when she is on top, which is very aggressive. She devotes all her energies to pleasing herself, working the angles, trying to get every millimetre of my cock into her cunt, increasing the pressure. At times, especially when she is facing my feet, it seems as if I need hardly be there except to provide this cock for her ride, and that is not in any way insulting but rather a compliment. It makes me extremely happy to watch this sexy, smart woman pleasing herself, and of course she looks great because she too is happy, she is comfortable with her own desires and her body, and she puts all her energies into fucking.
Though we had both toyed with the idea of full anal penetration yesterday, in the end that did not happen. But I did spend a long time rimming her and tongue-fucking her asshole, and also working my thumb or one of my fingers up her ass. I also lubed her ass-crack with K-Y and put my cock between her ass-cheeks for a while. Yesterday was also notable in that, by common consent, we abandoned condoms for some of the time (today we began, in the standing fuck, without, but after that used them throughout). F is not fucking anyone but me at the moment, and I use condoms with everyone who is fucking anyone besides me, so minimum safety procedures are being followed.
L, who I saw in the afternoon at the Liberty Inn, also fucks no-one but me, as her husband is indifferent to her. And in fact, we dispensed with condoms for a while as well. There is no doubt that condoms diminish sensation - how could they not? - and it is also clear to me that some are better than others. But it is equally true that fucking with a condom on is still great.
L and I spent almost three hours together, and by the time we left it was dark. Of all the women I fuck, L is by far the most ambivalent about what she is doing. In one rather sad moment she became tearful, I think because the pleasure she was having with me simply reinforced her sense of what was lacking in her marriage, and in her life. L also feels, more strongly than others, the artificiality of hook-ups arranged on-line. I cannot really see that they are more artificial than those that happen in singles bars, and they are in many ways more honest.
These topics, however, are peripheral. The sex was lovely - mainly fucking, including from behind, which I am not sure we had done before, but which L said was her favourite. And when I was pounding her from behind she did become very noisy. She stopped me when I was going down on her, however, and it emerged that I was being too forceful, applying too much pressure; once she had told me that, I backed off, and just worked the tip of her clit with the tip of my tongue. It concerns me, if only slightly, that I misread her reactions in this way, but L is rather shy about making her wishes known. Still, it is perhaps true that being with A, F and D, all of whom require and enjoy pretty intense pressure on or around the clit, I had become a bit blase and careless. I should have been attending more closely, I feel. By much the same token, though, L should have simply told me to be more gentle. And I think next time she will.
If there is a next time, that is. As usual, L suggested that it might be the last time we met. If so, we will have had three wonderful afternoons together, and she will at least know some of the pleasures that have previously eluded her. And I will have this record, and my memories, of her. But I hope that it is not the last time, as L is a very sexy woman with an extremely lovely body.
An amusing incident: waiting for L outside the Liberty Inn, I ran into A, who was meeting a man there. She had proposed Thursday afternoon as a time to meet me, but I had already arranged to meet L. We shall have to see how graciously A accepts my explanation for preferring to be with L than with her.
On Thursday night, going to bed, C was feeling horny, so we fucked for a while, until she came, and then a little while longer, before it was clear that she thought it was time to go to sleep. Interestingly, then, I had fucked three different women in the course of the day, and never had an orgasm myself. And I didn't care about that one bit, as my own orgasms are rarely an aim of mine, though obviously I enjoy them when they happen. Other men do not seem to be like me in this way, or so I was told yesterday by L, and have been told also by F, and by A. I do not know why I am different in this regard, and it may have a lot to do with the fact that these days I am capable of sustaining an erection for a very long time, and have some difficulty reaching orgasm. But there are times - this morning, in fact, when C gave me a swift handjob (assuming, I think, that I was somehow frustrated from not coming the night before) - that I come pretty quickly. So I think it is more that I am not focussed on my own pleasure but on that of the woman I am with; that to the extent that my own pleasure is my goal, it is not the explosive release of orgasm that I am after but rather the continuous saturation of sensation that comes from long, varied, attentive fucking; and that I find a woman coming around my cock, or on my face, as satisfying and climactic as any ordinary orgasm of my own. Some orgasms, though, are not so ordinary - with D, and perhaps even more with A, I have had the most intense orgasmic experiences of my life.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Falling behind
It is Wednesday evening, and today has been relatively busy - first my therapist, and then an hour or so with F, then some semblance of responsibility at work, and then something approaching three hours with D, at La Semana, a hotel that I have been to only once before, the very first time that I fucked K.
The hour with F this morning built on two longer sessions with her yesterday and the day before. Monday's bout was the longest, and maginificently bloody, as she was at the height of menstruation. So we got to do a lot of daubing, blood-sucking, etc. Condoms are de rigeur with F, so the blood-work was not quite so delicious as with D, and the taint of latex and lubricant is hard to ignore. But that aside, the morning was thoroughly delightful altogether. F is as insatiable as D, and has a more active cunt, a more aggressive attitude to fucking. F loves to be on top, in a way that D does not. The root cause of this difference, no doubt, is that F can achieve orgasm from fucking, whereas D never comes except when I go down on her, or when she sits on my face.
So Monday I had a fanatically busy, bloody time with F, for longer than two hours. Tuesday I was back drinking from the same fountain, for a somewhat shorter time. And then today I had barely an hour with F, but it was spent fucking in the most excellent way - me on top, her on top, from behind, me on top again.
This afternoon, with D, was quite extreme in terms of my deliberate attack on her clit, with the intention of pushing her higher than ever. This was partly a consequence of last Friday, when she had three of her most intense orgasms ever, one after the other. I am curious as to what will happen if she carries on beyond the point where she feels she has to push me away. There is an aggressive aspect to this that I find slightly unsettling, but not enough to stop.
I should address this topic at more length, but as usual I have no time.
Tomorrow, F in the morning, and the delectable L in the afternoon.
The hour with F this morning built on two longer sessions with her yesterday and the day before. Monday's bout was the longest, and maginificently bloody, as she was at the height of menstruation. So we got to do a lot of daubing, blood-sucking, etc. Condoms are de rigeur with F, so the blood-work was not quite so delicious as with D, and the taint of latex and lubricant is hard to ignore. But that aside, the morning was thoroughly delightful altogether. F is as insatiable as D, and has a more active cunt, a more aggressive attitude to fucking. F loves to be on top, in a way that D does not. The root cause of this difference, no doubt, is that F can achieve orgasm from fucking, whereas D never comes except when I go down on her, or when she sits on my face.
So Monday I had a fanatically busy, bloody time with F, for longer than two hours. Tuesday I was back drinking from the same fountain, for a somewhat shorter time. And then today I had barely an hour with F, but it was spent fucking in the most excellent way - me on top, her on top, from behind, me on top again.
This afternoon, with D, was quite extreme in terms of my deliberate attack on her clit, with the intention of pushing her higher than ever. This was partly a consequence of last Friday, when she had three of her most intense orgasms ever, one after the other. I am curious as to what will happen if she carries on beyond the point where she feels she has to push me away. There is an aggressive aspect to this that I find slightly unsettling, but not enough to stop.
I should address this topic at more length, but as usual I have no time.
Tomorrow, F in the morning, and the delectable L in the afternoon.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Intensification
I saw D for the third day in a row today, and it seemed as if there was an intensification that resulted, especially for her. Early on she had a fairly standard orgasm from me going down on her, after a little fucking. Then we fucked more, ass-fucked, and she gave me a spectacular blowjob in the chair (this all at the Kew, a standard Friday location for D and I). No ejaculation, but certainly lots of orgasmic spasms.
Then the real fun began, with the first of three really huge orgasms. D sat in the chair and I went at her clit with my tongue, her nipples with my hands, and when she went over the top she made a lot of noise and was really lost. Huge aftershocks, which I felt inside her cunt first with my finger and then with my cock, but it was obvious that she was not going to come again right away, as she sometimes does. Talking about this later she confirmed that the multiple orgasms really only happen when each orgasm is only moderately climactic (yes, I see the oxymoron, but I am not sure how to avoid it). When she comes in that huge, consciousness-obliterating fashion there is nothing left in the tank, and so no way to come again soon.
We fucked, and ass-fucked too, I think, and then she sat on my face and had another such tumultuous orgasm, after which she really did rest for a while. Then I think she blew me, and I ended up fucking her ass, and coming. But she was so turned on by all of that, that another orgasm for her seemed necessary to the both of us, and so I went down on her, and then she flipped me over and sat on my face and ground her way to a third, huge orgasm.
I hope that, in time, I am able to give F as much pleasure as I can give D, as I think that would be equally rewarding. But I have to admit that D is really amazing in her capacity for pleasure, and it is difficult to see how that could be surpassed.
Then the real fun began, with the first of three really huge orgasms. D sat in the chair and I went at her clit with my tongue, her nipples with my hands, and when she went over the top she made a lot of noise and was really lost. Huge aftershocks, which I felt inside her cunt first with my finger and then with my cock, but it was obvious that she was not going to come again right away, as she sometimes does. Talking about this later she confirmed that the multiple orgasms really only happen when each orgasm is only moderately climactic (yes, I see the oxymoron, but I am not sure how to avoid it). When she comes in that huge, consciousness-obliterating fashion there is nothing left in the tank, and so no way to come again soon.
We fucked, and ass-fucked too, I think, and then she sat on my face and had another such tumultuous orgasm, after which she really did rest for a while. Then I think she blew me, and I ended up fucking her ass, and coming. But she was so turned on by all of that, that another orgasm for her seemed necessary to the both of us, and so I went down on her, and then she flipped me over and sat on my face and ground her way to a third, huge orgasm.
I hope that, in time, I am able to give F as much pleasure as I can give D, as I think that would be equally rewarding. But I have to admit that D is really amazing in her capacity for pleasure, and it is difficult to see how that could be surpassed.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Friday, December 01, 2006
Keeping it up
The blog, that is.
Thursday: an hour or so with F, making it three days in a row with her. Very good fucking. And then in the afternoon, an hour or so with D, in her car. Very good fucking again.
Friday: a long session with D at the Kew. We got stoned, drank a cocktail, and drove each other higher than ever - or so it seemed, anyway. Vast amounts of cunt-eating, and especially clit-licking, with D orgasming multiply, and fighting me off when I would not let her go. I was orgasming multiply when she was blowing me, and ejaculated at least twice. Most of this was on the bed, but we had a long-ish session with D in the chair and me eating her out and then fucking her. Quite a lot of ass-fucking too.
At some point, after the first hour or so of fucking, I put on D's panties and fucked her, and then she strapped on the dildo and fucked my ass, also jerking me off. And after that, I took the dildo and used it in her cunt while I was licking and sucking on her clit, and then fucked her in the ass while the dildo was in her cunt. Perhaps I also did it the other way round too, but I don't think so.
We had a mirrored room, one we have not been in before - #117. Almost the entire ceiling is mirrored, and the wall to one side of the bed, and there is a large hanging mirror on the wall across from the foot of the bed too. But as usual, there was so much cunt-eating that my glasses were off most of the time, and I could see only blurry outlines. Dana, though, had a good time watching me eat her and fuck her.
At the end, after the desk-clerk's fifteen minute warning, I fucked her from behind, pulling out to spurt my come on her ass-cheeks. Very pleasing.
Not long afterwards, D sent me this e-mail:
Fuck , that was just the most incredible sexual activity we have ever, ever had. I don't know for you, but for me it was off the charts. The way you ate me out... of course combined with that really good sex pot and the extra time... it was mindblowing everytime. Did you notice how much my legs were shaking? I can't feel my legs right now.
I don't really remember what happened. But I remember the ass fuck and all that other fucking and the first blowjob I gave you... you were very, very loud. And fucking you and giving you a handjob. I remember you thanking me. You are very polite when I fuck you...
I remember your relentless tongue on my clit and eating me out from behind when I had your cock in my mouth, trying to suck it but doing a bad job. I remember sitting on your face and having that crazy orgasm... but all the orgasms were crazy.
What do you think is going on with us? Yesterday, that fucking in the car was absolutely amazing. And then today ... that last orgasm you had. Spraying all over my ass and shooting it up on my shoulders and hair. The feel of your hot come startling me.
But you really wore me out today. You were right, I didn't sleep much... and I suppose I am not use to the extra hour. Not exactly a marathon, but perhaps when I anticipate a marathon I am more prepared for it. Plus the sex was the most intense I think we ever had.
But I do care for you so much, and I know from the way you look at me that I make you very happy ( o.k . , when your fucking me, but also knowing you are going to fuck me, as well as how many times you already have fucked me) .
I can't possibly go anywhere tonight... especially to deal with that Christmas tree. XXXXXX and XXXXXXXX understood that I can't move. I asked them if they wanted to watch and they said "NO". Oh well, I'm fresh out of people.
Besides, when you think about it ,we would be boring to watch cause all we do is fuck for a really long time... we hardly ever change positions.. and we have oral sex forever and you can't really see anything, except when I saw my ass and cunt lowered on your face ... that was very hot ! And we don't really talk dirty to each other , except for today when you kept explaining things about eating me out.
Have you ever noticed when you do that I really become mesmerized? I just can listen to that stuff all day long and never tire. I think today proved your total love and devotion for my cunt. You are completely addicted to eating me and smelling me and exploring me with your fingers. You love all things D's cunt.
I really can't write a recap ... I'm brain dead. What do you remember? I want to hear more about my cunt....
Your Good Girlfriend and Best Lover,
D
P.S. Oow.... that pounding , I really can't walk!! My poor little cunt..... you took no mercy... except during the ass fuck but it wasn't long before you pounded away at me!
As usual, D captures the mood perfectly.
Thursday: an hour or so with F, making it three days in a row with her. Very good fucking. And then in the afternoon, an hour or so with D, in her car. Very good fucking again.
Friday: a long session with D at the Kew. We got stoned, drank a cocktail, and drove each other higher than ever - or so it seemed, anyway. Vast amounts of cunt-eating, and especially clit-licking, with D orgasming multiply, and fighting me off when I would not let her go. I was orgasming multiply when she was blowing me, and ejaculated at least twice. Most of this was on the bed, but we had a long-ish session with D in the chair and me eating her out and then fucking her. Quite a lot of ass-fucking too.
At some point, after the first hour or so of fucking, I put on D's panties and fucked her, and then she strapped on the dildo and fucked my ass, also jerking me off. And after that, I took the dildo and used it in her cunt while I was licking and sucking on her clit, and then fucked her in the ass while the dildo was in her cunt. Perhaps I also did it the other way round too, but I don't think so.
We had a mirrored room, one we have not been in before - #117. Almost the entire ceiling is mirrored, and the wall to one side of the bed, and there is a large hanging mirror on the wall across from the foot of the bed too. But as usual, there was so much cunt-eating that my glasses were off most of the time, and I could see only blurry outlines. Dana, though, had a good time watching me eat her and fuck her.
At the end, after the desk-clerk's fifteen minute warning, I fucked her from behind, pulling out to spurt my come on her ass-cheeks. Very pleasing.
Not long afterwards, D sent me this e-mail:
Fuck , that was just the most incredible sexual activity we have ever, ever had. I don't know for you, but for me it was off the charts. The way you ate me out... of course combined with that really good sex pot and the extra time... it was mindblowing everytime. Did you notice how much my legs were shaking? I can't feel my legs right now.
I don't really remember what happened. But I remember the ass fuck and all that other fucking and the first blowjob I gave you... you were very, very loud. And fucking you and giving you a handjob. I remember you thanking me. You are very polite when I fuck you...
I remember your relentless tongue on my clit and eating me out from behind when I had your cock in my mouth, trying to suck it but doing a bad job. I remember sitting on your face and having that crazy orgasm... but all the orgasms were crazy.
What do you think is going on with us? Yesterday, that fucking in the car was absolutely amazing. And then today ... that last orgasm you had. Spraying all over my ass and shooting it up on my shoulders and hair. The feel of your hot come startling me.
But you really wore me out today. You were right, I didn't sleep much... and I suppose I am not use to the extra hour. Not exactly a marathon, but perhaps when I anticipate a marathon I am more prepared for it. Plus the sex was the most intense I think we ever had.
But I do care for you so much, and I know from the way you look at me that I make you very happy ( o.k . , when your fucking me, but also knowing you are going to fuck me, as well as how many times you already have fucked me) .
I can't possibly go anywhere tonight... especially to deal with that Christmas tree. XXXXXX and XXXXXXXX understood that I can't move. I asked them if they wanted to watch and they said "NO". Oh well, I'm fresh out of people.
Besides, when you think about it ,we would be boring to watch cause all we do is fuck for a really long time... we hardly ever change positions.. and we have oral sex forever and you can't really see anything, except when I saw my ass and cunt lowered on your face ... that was very hot ! And we don't really talk dirty to each other , except for today when you kept explaining things about eating me out.
Have you ever noticed when you do that I really become mesmerized? I just can listen to that stuff all day long and never tire. I think today proved your total love and devotion for my cunt. You are completely addicted to eating me and smelling me and exploring me with your fingers. You love all things D's cunt.
I really can't write a recap ... I'm brain dead. What do you remember? I want to hear more about my cunt....
Your Good Girlfriend and Best Lover,
D
P.S. Oow.... that pounding , I really can't walk!! My poor little cunt..... you took no mercy... except during the ass fuck but it wasn't long before you pounded away at me!
As usual, D captures the mood perfectly.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
F is for . . .
fucking, mainly - but also face-sitting, and fingering. I spent two-and-a-half hours with F today, just about all that time spent in one sexual activity or another. F is insatiable, and had spent much of the morning masturbating, or so she said, while waiting for me to show up. This did not seem to have depleted her in any way, and we were very soon fucking, on much the same pattern as yesterday - me on top for a long while, then fucking side-to-side, and then a full exchange of places, with F on top indulging herself as she liked. From that we lapsed slowly into lying down again - no, but there was also some fucking sitting up before that. Anyway, then she gave me a blowjob, and then a slippery handjob using lotion, which made me come. All of that, by the clock, took around an hour-and-a-quarter.
After a really rather brief respite, F sucked me hard again, and we fucked some more, including a long spell from behind. Then what happened? I am not sure of the order, exactly, but F sat on my face for a while, then sat on my cock some more, and then we swapped places and I went back on top until I softened up. I intended to leave at that point, but the temptation to go down on her was too great, so I then spent a good while licking and sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her, and then fingering her. She took over the clit-work, using her hand, while I continued to fuck her with two, then three, and then four fingers. She came once or twice, and by this time I was game to fuck her again, which I did vigorously until I came inside her.
In the two-and-a-half hours, I would estimate the down time at no more than fifteen minutes. D is the only other woman I fuck who can maintain this kind of relentless pace, and it is quite draining physically. Now, I could just put my head down on my desk and sleep. But after a little rest, I would be happy to do it all over again.
After a really rather brief respite, F sucked me hard again, and we fucked some more, including a long spell from behind. Then what happened? I am not sure of the order, exactly, but F sat on my face for a while, then sat on my cock some more, and then we swapped places and I went back on top until I softened up. I intended to leave at that point, but the temptation to go down on her was too great, so I then spent a good while licking and sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her, and then fingering her. She took over the clit-work, using her hand, while I continued to fuck her with two, then three, and then four fingers. She came once or twice, and by this time I was game to fuck her again, which I did vigorously until I came inside her.
In the two-and-a-half hours, I would estimate the down time at no more than fifteen minutes. D is the only other woman I fuck who can maintain this kind of relentless pace, and it is quite draining physically. Now, I could just put my head down on my desk and sleep. But after a little rest, I would be happy to do it all over again.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Back in action
The long, holiday weekend - sexless - came to an end yesterday with a brief but jolly marital fuck in the morning, and then more decisively with a vigorous session with L in the afternoon. And today, F, for an hour-and-a-half or so, which was really quite exhausting.
The marital fuck doesn't merit much attention, but it reinforced the pattern that seems to have taken hold with C, that sex is something for the mornings once the house is empty, and before the real business of the day begins. C needs to have enough energy to be confident she will come easily, wants to have her bowels moving beforehand, likes to be confident she will be well lubricated, etc. In other words, everything has to be close to ideal, so that the fuck will go nice and smoothly, she will come, I will come either at the same time or soon afterwards, and then we can turn our minds and bodies to the day ahead.
And it works, for her. She is up for just enough foreplay to get her wet and ready to fuck, and then enough of the familiar grinding thrusts to take her close to orgasm and then over the top. And, perhaps because of the general, 'let's get off and then get on' mood, I can very often come either with her or soon after. Yesterday, though, I felt on the brink of coming very quickly, and at one point had to pull out and calm down a little. C then used her hands briefly to keep herself moving towards climax, I re-entered, and we went straight into a neatly synchronized pair of orgasms. Job done, and no more than ten minutes start to finish.
Three hours later, after a little lunch, L and I were checking into the Liberty Inn for well over two hours of almost continuous sex, most of which was fucking but with some oral thrown in too. L was at the tail-end of her period, but the bleeding was never really an issue. We spent a long time with me on top at first, and then swapped places. L then really went to town, squatting on my cock and working herself on it with abandon. She looked wonderful, and felt equally so, and it was delightful to see her really indulging herself. Later she told me that she had never really done that before, and again I thought how absurd it is that a beautiful, intelligent and extremely sexy woman has had to wait until her early forties to find the freedom to fuck for the sheer pleasure of it.
Interestingly, things followed almost the same pattern with F today: a long bout of fucking with me on top, and then an exchange of roles, and a long and delightful fuck with her in complete control. F is in some obvious way more 'butch' than L, by which I mean that I felt more like I was being fucked by F than by L. To unpack everything that contributes to that impression and what it consists in would be a complicated business, but at least part of it is just that F has clearly done a lot more of this kind of thing than L. With F it is quite easy to imagine being fucked with a strap-on, whereas I think L would find that harder to deal with as a suggestion. I might suggest it all the same, though, as L is clearly someone who has a lot of territory yet to explore.
With both L and F I feel as if I am giving them something that they have wanted for a long time, and obviously it is flattering to be in that role. I appreciate that this blog may come across as boastful, but I do not feel at all boastful except in this regard: that women such as L and F, both of whom are very desirable, get what they desire from me, and I am capable of giving it to them because I pay attention to their desires and allow my desires to be determined by theirs. 'Desire' and its cognates occur and re-occur in that sentence, appropriately. My desire for L, say, is part of what contributes to her desire for me; I desire to fulfill her desires, because she is so desirable; she in turn desires to be desired, to be appreciated as desirable because her husband will not so appreciate her; each of us sees the other's desire, and reflects it back. With F this is true, but in a different way, for with F, who has no husband who neglects her, there is not quite the same lack; there is no-one whose responsibility it is to desire her, to serve her, to please her - and so no-one who is failing in their responsibilities and for whom I am a placeholder of sorts. L, though she is repulsed by her husband, still registers his neglect of her as a rebuke or insult of some kind, as A does too. With D this is not the case. And of course likening any one of these women to any other is mostly uninformative as they are just the women that they are and not representatives of any type.
Adultery is complicated. But it is also a great deal of fun.
The marital fuck doesn't merit much attention, but it reinforced the pattern that seems to have taken hold with C, that sex is something for the mornings once the house is empty, and before the real business of the day begins. C needs to have enough energy to be confident she will come easily, wants to have her bowels moving beforehand, likes to be confident she will be well lubricated, etc. In other words, everything has to be close to ideal, so that the fuck will go nice and smoothly, she will come, I will come either at the same time or soon afterwards, and then we can turn our minds and bodies to the day ahead.
And it works, for her. She is up for just enough foreplay to get her wet and ready to fuck, and then enough of the familiar grinding thrusts to take her close to orgasm and then over the top. And, perhaps because of the general, 'let's get off and then get on' mood, I can very often come either with her or soon after. Yesterday, though, I felt on the brink of coming very quickly, and at one point had to pull out and calm down a little. C then used her hands briefly to keep herself moving towards climax, I re-entered, and we went straight into a neatly synchronized pair of orgasms. Job done, and no more than ten minutes start to finish.
Three hours later, after a little lunch, L and I were checking into the Liberty Inn for well over two hours of almost continuous sex, most of which was fucking but with some oral thrown in too. L was at the tail-end of her period, but the bleeding was never really an issue. We spent a long time with me on top at first, and then swapped places. L then really went to town, squatting on my cock and working herself on it with abandon. She looked wonderful, and felt equally so, and it was delightful to see her really indulging herself. Later she told me that she had never really done that before, and again I thought how absurd it is that a beautiful, intelligent and extremely sexy woman has had to wait until her early forties to find the freedom to fuck for the sheer pleasure of it.
Interestingly, things followed almost the same pattern with F today: a long bout of fucking with me on top, and then an exchange of roles, and a long and delightful fuck with her in complete control. F is in some obvious way more 'butch' than L, by which I mean that I felt more like I was being fucked by F than by L. To unpack everything that contributes to that impression and what it consists in would be a complicated business, but at least part of it is just that F has clearly done a lot more of this kind of thing than L. With F it is quite easy to imagine being fucked with a strap-on, whereas I think L would find that harder to deal with as a suggestion. I might suggest it all the same, though, as L is clearly someone who has a lot of territory yet to explore.
With both L and F I feel as if I am giving them something that they have wanted for a long time, and obviously it is flattering to be in that role. I appreciate that this blog may come across as boastful, but I do not feel at all boastful except in this regard: that women such as L and F, both of whom are very desirable, get what they desire from me, and I am capable of giving it to them because I pay attention to their desires and allow my desires to be determined by theirs. 'Desire' and its cognates occur and re-occur in that sentence, appropriately. My desire for L, say, is part of what contributes to her desire for me; I desire to fulfill her desires, because she is so desirable; she in turn desires to be desired, to be appreciated as desirable because her husband will not so appreciate her; each of us sees the other's desire, and reflects it back. With F this is true, but in a different way, for with F, who has no husband who neglects her, there is not quite the same lack; there is no-one whose responsibility it is to desire her, to serve her, to please her - and so no-one who is failing in their responsibilities and for whom I am a placeholder of sorts. L, though she is repulsed by her husband, still registers his neglect of her as a rebuke or insult of some kind, as A does too. With D this is not the case. And of course likening any one of these women to any other is mostly uninformative as they are just the women that they are and not representatives of any type.
Adultery is complicated. But it is also a great deal of fun.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Thanksgiving
I last blogged while waiting for D to show up in my office on Wednesday - the last sex before the dry spell of the long Thanksgiving weekend. She arrived on time, but we had little more than an hour. With D, though, that is time for plenty of action. Much of it was straight fucking on the couch, but I also ate her out in the chair, she sat on my face, and I fucked her on the desk. Wednesday was the first anniversary of her father's death, and it felt good to give her something else to think about, and remember, on that day.
Since then, nothing, neither intra- nor extra-marital. But the week ahead should compensate. I had planned to see L on Monday, F on Tuesday and Wednesday, and D on Friday. L, however, has cried off on the grounds that she will still have her period, a fact that would certainly not deter me at all, but may her. So I will probably end up moving F to Monday and trying to fit L in later in the week.
Sex during menstruation has always pleased me very much, and I find it bizarre how squeamish men and women are about it. D by now accepts my acceptance of it, my delight in it. A has a little more of the Puritan about her, so the laundry issues bother her. A, however, has announced that she is going to take a break from fucking me, while she sorts out her feelings in relation to her husband, and adjusts to my new recruits. With her, the blood has only once really been in flow, the last time we were together at the Herald Square Hotel. That was a rather complicated day, as I had just been with K in my office for a little lunchtime cunt-eating and fucking, and A spotted K leaving.
Back to menstruation, though: besides the prettiness of blood, and the fun to be had smearing it on bodies, it represents fertility. C, now post-menopausal, no longer bleeds, and it is hard not to connect that to her depressed libido. Fucking, and perhaps even more going down on a woman during her period, expresses as fully as possible my complete devotion to her cunt, her body, her sexual self. D's friends are horrified, and I think she has still not told them the bloodiest stories of all. I will have to see to what extent L is herself deterred by her bleeding, and how much is just her being protective of me, assuming that I would be deterred.
Since then, nothing, neither intra- nor extra-marital. But the week ahead should compensate. I had planned to see L on Monday, F on Tuesday and Wednesday, and D on Friday. L, however, has cried off on the grounds that she will still have her period, a fact that would certainly not deter me at all, but may her. So I will probably end up moving F to Monday and trying to fit L in later in the week.
Sex during menstruation has always pleased me very much, and I find it bizarre how squeamish men and women are about it. D by now accepts my acceptance of it, my delight in it. A has a little more of the Puritan about her, so the laundry issues bother her. A, however, has announced that she is going to take a break from fucking me, while she sorts out her feelings in relation to her husband, and adjusts to my new recruits. With her, the blood has only once really been in flow, the last time we were together at the Herald Square Hotel. That was a rather complicated day, as I had just been with K in my office for a little lunchtime cunt-eating and fucking, and A spotted K leaving.
Back to menstruation, though: besides the prettiness of blood, and the fun to be had smearing it on bodies, it represents fertility. C, now post-menopausal, no longer bleeds, and it is hard not to connect that to her depressed libido. Fucking, and perhaps even more going down on a woman during her period, expresses as fully as possible my complete devotion to her cunt, her body, her sexual self. D's friends are horrified, and I think she has still not told them the bloodiest stories of all. I will have to see to what extent L is herself deterred by her bleeding, and how much is just her being protective of me, assuming that I would be deterred.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Faking it
Last night, in bed, C asked what time I had to leave in the morning, and I said, "Around nine", as I had promised to be with F by 9.15 or 9.30. C then said, "Why don't we mess around in the morning before you leave". I countered with the suggestion that we mess around right there and then, but C wanted to wait until the morning. So when I woke today, it was to the prospect of fucking C, rushing to F and fucking her, and then heading off to the office to await D, who should be arriving to be fucked herself about an hour from now.
The smart thing to do seemed to me to be to fake orgasm with C, so after a good, deep fuck, when she was about to come, I indicated that I was on the brink too and put on my best impression of coming. A quick shower, a cab ride, and I was with F, and pretty soon fucking her.
F is extremely orgasmic, and comes more easily from fucking even than C. This morning I think she came three times in the first half an hour or so. Her cunt-muscles are extraordinary, and she moves a lot, gives lots of physical feedback, picks up rhythm and mood very quickly - rather like A, except that A never orgasms from straight fucking. We fucked for a long time, with me on top and then from behind. F likes to be pounded hard, held tight while fucking, even have her hair pulled (something J also likes). It makes me a little uneasy, however, even in the heat of the moment.
What then? Cocksucking, including some deep-throat, with F pushing up against her gag reflex. And then we swapped places and I went down on her. But she has a hard time coming that way, and I don't think she did until I also used my fingers deep inside her. She wanted to come again and so worked her clit while I continued to finger her, and then we fucked some more and she again played with herself while I shafted her, and she came once more. An incredible capacity for orgasm.
As our time was coming to an end she sucked my cock again, producing those orgasmic or anyway pre-orgasmic spasms and shudderings in my thighs and pelvis. And then we fucked again, first from behind and then with me on top, until I finally came. I don't believe F came again, but she was also shuddering and shaking, as she had on and off for much of the morning.
F is a wonderful addition to my list of sex-partners, and she has also the virtue of an apartment where I can visit her - more pleasant, and also cheaper, than using hotels. J has her own apartment too, but J works full-time in an office, whereas F works mainly from home. I can easily imagine visiting F twice a week, which is the level of activity that she is looking for.
Now I must prepare for D, who will be here soon.
The smart thing to do seemed to me to be to fake orgasm with C, so after a good, deep fuck, when she was about to come, I indicated that I was on the brink too and put on my best impression of coming. A quick shower, a cab ride, and I was with F, and pretty soon fucking her.
F is extremely orgasmic, and comes more easily from fucking even than C. This morning I think she came three times in the first half an hour or so. Her cunt-muscles are extraordinary, and she moves a lot, gives lots of physical feedback, picks up rhythm and mood very quickly - rather like A, except that A never orgasms from straight fucking. We fucked for a long time, with me on top and then from behind. F likes to be pounded hard, held tight while fucking, even have her hair pulled (something J also likes). It makes me a little uneasy, however, even in the heat of the moment.
What then? Cocksucking, including some deep-throat, with F pushing up against her gag reflex. And then we swapped places and I went down on her. But she has a hard time coming that way, and I don't think she did until I also used my fingers deep inside her. She wanted to come again and so worked her clit while I continued to finger her, and then we fucked some more and she again played with herself while I shafted her, and she came once more. An incredible capacity for orgasm.
As our time was coming to an end she sucked my cock again, producing those orgasmic or anyway pre-orgasmic spasms and shudderings in my thighs and pelvis. And then we fucked again, first from behind and then with me on top, until I finally came. I don't believe F came again, but she was also shuddering and shaking, as she had on and off for much of the morning.
F is a wonderful addition to my list of sex-partners, and she has also the virtue of an apartment where I can visit her - more pleasant, and also cheaper, than using hotels. J has her own apartment too, but J works full-time in an office, whereas F works mainly from home. I can easily imagine visiting F twice a week, which is the level of activity that she is looking for.
Now I must prepare for D, who will be here soon.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
A in the afternoon
A picked me up and we drove over to the Kew, which we have been to just once before together, though I have by now been there countless times with D.
Once undressed we made out briefly and then fell to fucking, which was - as always with A - drawn-out and varied. A has had a recurrence of bladder problems and at one point, when I was standing and she was lying on the edge of the bed, she told me I was banging her too hard. But apart from that, we were unrestrained, and she helped herself with her hand to a long, intense orgasm while I was fucking her.
We carried on fucking after that for a while, and then at some point, when I was raised up on my arms and working the head of my cock back and forth and around in the entrance of her cunt, she began moving her hips and grabbing at my cock with her cunt-muscles in a way that I have never felt before. I would say that within twenty strokes she had me coming, so I buried my cock as deep as I could and let her milk me dry. I am not sure exactly what it was she was doing, and neither, it turned out, was she; I think it was the combination of pelvic movements and internal squeezing combined with the angle of the head of my cock in the first part of her cunt that produced the intensity of sensation and the immediate slide into orgasm. Definitely worth trying to reproduce some time.
After that we lay and chatted, partly about her relationship with her husband. And then she sucked my cock, for a very long time. I never ejaculated, though several times I thought I was on the brink of that, but I had a couple of my trademark 'dry' orgasms, the last of which was climactic in the sense that afterwards I felt entirely spent, and my cock softened up. I think I would have come fully, that is ejaculated, if I had been jerked off for long enough, fast enough. But I honestly don't care, and I felt completely satisfied when, after a quick shower, we left.
Though every other woman has her charms, A is the most complete sexual partner and companion that I have. If I were to be restricted to just one woman (besides C, my wife, I mean) I would choose her. For the sex is amazing, and she is remarkable. Z is the other truly remarkable person I have met who appears in this blog, and Z is much more beautiful than A. But Z is in the south, or the southwest, or anyway somewhere too far away to enter into this calculation.
Once undressed we made out briefly and then fell to fucking, which was - as always with A - drawn-out and varied. A has had a recurrence of bladder problems and at one point, when I was standing and she was lying on the edge of the bed, she told me I was banging her too hard. But apart from that, we were unrestrained, and she helped herself with her hand to a long, intense orgasm while I was fucking her.
We carried on fucking after that for a while, and then at some point, when I was raised up on my arms and working the head of my cock back and forth and around in the entrance of her cunt, she began moving her hips and grabbing at my cock with her cunt-muscles in a way that I have never felt before. I would say that within twenty strokes she had me coming, so I buried my cock as deep as I could and let her milk me dry. I am not sure exactly what it was she was doing, and neither, it turned out, was she; I think it was the combination of pelvic movements and internal squeezing combined with the angle of the head of my cock in the first part of her cunt that produced the intensity of sensation and the immediate slide into orgasm. Definitely worth trying to reproduce some time.
After that we lay and chatted, partly about her relationship with her husband. And then she sucked my cock, for a very long time. I never ejaculated, though several times I thought I was on the brink of that, but I had a couple of my trademark 'dry' orgasms, the last of which was climactic in the sense that afterwards I felt entirely spent, and my cock softened up. I think I would have come fully, that is ejaculated, if I had been jerked off for long enough, fast enough. But I honestly don't care, and I felt completely satisfied when, after a quick shower, we left.
Though every other woman has her charms, A is the most complete sexual partner and companion that I have. If I were to be restricted to just one woman (besides C, my wife, I mean) I would choose her. For the sex is amazing, and she is remarkable. Z is the other truly remarkable person I have met who appears in this blog, and Z is much more beautiful than A. But Z is in the south, or the southwest, or anyway somewhere too far away to enter into this calculation.
Monday, November 20, 2006
D, J, D
Last Friday D picked me up and we drove to the Kew Motor Inn. A standard afternoon - drinks from the bar, some pot, and a huge amount of sex. Nothing particularly stands out, but the proportion of anal to vaginal intercourse was perhaps tilted more towards the anal than normal. Time seemed to fly by, perhaps because we were not really stoned, but as usual everything was amazingly good.
On Sunday, under a rather feeble pretext, I visited J for a little under an hour, most of which was spent fucking her from behind, the position that does seem to work best with her. However, I also went down on her quite a bit, and she sucked my cock for a while.
Today, I visited D at her home, her husband being away and she having called in sick. Quite an extraordinary morning, as we were fucking by 9.15 and didn't really stop for three hours. I ate her out, she sat on my face, I fucked her cunt, then her ass, then her cunt again. We moved downstairs and fucked in the kitchen in classic MILF mode - her on the counter, me standing and poking her. In the dining-room she sucked my cock, and in the living-room we fucked. In the den we fucked more and I ate her out briefly before we moved downstairs again to the basement. There, more of the same, including a stupendous orgasm for her: she was sitting on the couch, I was kneeling on the floor sucking her clit and pinching her nipples. Then we fucked on the couch, and then I moved to a barstool so she could suck my cock for a while.
A barstool and a bar make a good combination: she sat on the stool, and I stood in front of her, between her legs, which she could then put up on the bar. We fucked like that for a long time and it was a very good set up for hammering away at her g-spot. Finally, I came, at first inside her cunt and then pulling out, so I came on her belly. She immediately began jerking me off, using the seed as lubricant, and cleverly working the very head of my cock with the palm of her hand, in what I believe is sometimes described as "apple polishing". Anyway, I stayed good and hard, so I fucked her some more and fairly soon came again, also pulling out and spraying seed in her hair and all over her chest. I never have these multiple ejaculatory orgasms with anyone except D.
After that we went back upstairs, and were briefly interrupted by the unexpected return of D's daughter from school. I spent a little while in the closet, in stereotypical bedroom farce mode. But the daughter went away again, and pretty soon we were back fucking. I came yet again after half an hour or so, this time in D's ass.
That was it, except for a brief blowjob in the kitchen after we had eaten some blueberry pancakes, which might have led to another ejaculation but that we ran out of time.
Tomorrow I am supposed to see A in the afternoon, though she has a bladder problem which may constrain us somewhat. On Wednesday the plan is to see F in the morning and D in the afternoon. Then Thanksgiving intervenes, lengthening the relative desert of the weekend to four days this week.
On Sunday, under a rather feeble pretext, I visited J for a little under an hour, most of which was spent fucking her from behind, the position that does seem to work best with her. However, I also went down on her quite a bit, and she sucked my cock for a while.
Today, I visited D at her home, her husband being away and she having called in sick. Quite an extraordinary morning, as we were fucking by 9.15 and didn't really stop for three hours. I ate her out, she sat on my face, I fucked her cunt, then her ass, then her cunt again. We moved downstairs and fucked in the kitchen in classic MILF mode - her on the counter, me standing and poking her. In the dining-room she sucked my cock, and in the living-room we fucked. In the den we fucked more and I ate her out briefly before we moved downstairs again to the basement. There, more of the same, including a stupendous orgasm for her: she was sitting on the couch, I was kneeling on the floor sucking her clit and pinching her nipples. Then we fucked on the couch, and then I moved to a barstool so she could suck my cock for a while.
A barstool and a bar make a good combination: she sat on the stool, and I stood in front of her, between her legs, which she could then put up on the bar. We fucked like that for a long time and it was a very good set up for hammering away at her g-spot. Finally, I came, at first inside her cunt and then pulling out, so I came on her belly. She immediately began jerking me off, using the seed as lubricant, and cleverly working the very head of my cock with the palm of her hand, in what I believe is sometimes described as "apple polishing". Anyway, I stayed good and hard, so I fucked her some more and fairly soon came again, also pulling out and spraying seed in her hair and all over her chest. I never have these multiple ejaculatory orgasms with anyone except D.
After that we went back upstairs, and were briefly interrupted by the unexpected return of D's daughter from school. I spent a little while in the closet, in stereotypical bedroom farce mode. But the daughter went away again, and pretty soon we were back fucking. I came yet again after half an hour or so, this time in D's ass.
That was it, except for a brief blowjob in the kitchen after we had eaten some blueberry pancakes, which might have led to another ejaculation but that we ran out of time.
Tomorrow I am supposed to see A in the afternoon, though she has a bladder problem which may constrain us somewhat. On Wednesday the plan is to see F in the morning and D in the afternoon. Then Thanksgiving intervenes, lengthening the relative desert of the weekend to four days this week.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Stretched a little thin
Yesterday afternoon with L was wonderful. This afternoon I will be with D for what is our standard Friday afternoon party at the Kew Motor Inn. That ought to be enough, but rather foolhardily I contracted to visit F in her apartment this morning at 9.00 am for an hour or so. I am very glad I did, though, as F turns out to be a really amazing fuck.
F is 45, a single mother, a handsome woman with lust shining in her eyes. I met her for the first time yesterday morning at Starbucks and we talked and were clearly attracted to each other. But when she proposed this morning I was initially hesitant, as we would not have very long, and I don't like first times to be rushed. But that lust won out, and so this morning I turned up at her door to find her wearing nothing but a lacy bodysuit, and after brief kissing and a little going down on her, I put on a condom and we fucked.
Fingering her cunt before fucking, I realized that I was in for something special, as she squeezed my finger with her cunt-muscles very tightly. And the grip of her cunt when I first penetrated was amazing, and she came almost straight away - and then so did I, or at least that was how it felt. In many ways it was like first fucking L yesterday, and I was a little nervous about whether or not I would stay hard - but there was really no problem. So we carried on fucking, and she came again, and also a little later helped herself with her hand to another orgasm.
The fucking was very intimate, very friendly, very honest. Also very good indeed. We broke off and F sucked my cock a little, and then I fingered her - thumbed, rather - and then we fucked again, this time from behind, which was again very good. And then I went back on top and after a lot of varied cock- and cunt-work, including a display of those muscles, I eventually came. It was as good a first time fuck as you could hope for. As good or better than with L yesterday, though the mood or emotional tone was very different with L and that makes a difference also to the sex. L is at some deep level sad that she must find satisfaction outside her marriage; F is a single woman, though a mother, who might like a partner but who loves to fuck.
Impersonal, meaningless, casual sex? Casual, yes, in some sense. Meaningless, only in the sense that all pleasure pursued for the sake of the pleasure itself is meaningless. But impersonal, not at all. F and I locked eyes as I first entered her, and we were always acknowledging and accepting each other. This was true also with L yesterday, though again the difference in emotional context made that more melancholy.
Am I really stretching myself a little thin? Both with L and with F, I have felt a little less confident, and in both cases the urgency of their need rather overwhelmed me at first. Both have these really amazing cunts, that work on my cock. Both had me coming very quickly, though in both cases I could stay hard and so that was not really a problem. Well, maybe this is a trend with me - we shall see how things go with D this afternoon.
F is 45, a single mother, a handsome woman with lust shining in her eyes. I met her for the first time yesterday morning at Starbucks and we talked and were clearly attracted to each other. But when she proposed this morning I was initially hesitant, as we would not have very long, and I don't like first times to be rushed. But that lust won out, and so this morning I turned up at her door to find her wearing nothing but a lacy bodysuit, and after brief kissing and a little going down on her, I put on a condom and we fucked.
Fingering her cunt before fucking, I realized that I was in for something special, as she squeezed my finger with her cunt-muscles very tightly. And the grip of her cunt when I first penetrated was amazing, and she came almost straight away - and then so did I, or at least that was how it felt. In many ways it was like first fucking L yesterday, and I was a little nervous about whether or not I would stay hard - but there was really no problem. So we carried on fucking, and she came again, and also a little later helped herself with her hand to another orgasm.
The fucking was very intimate, very friendly, very honest. Also very good indeed. We broke off and F sucked my cock a little, and then I fingered her - thumbed, rather - and then we fucked again, this time from behind, which was again very good. And then I went back on top and after a lot of varied cock- and cunt-work, including a display of those muscles, I eventually came. It was as good a first time fuck as you could hope for. As good or better than with L yesterday, though the mood or emotional tone was very different with L and that makes a difference also to the sex. L is at some deep level sad that she must find satisfaction outside her marriage; F is a single woman, though a mother, who might like a partner but who loves to fuck.
Impersonal, meaningless, casual sex? Casual, yes, in some sense. Meaningless, only in the sense that all pleasure pursued for the sake of the pleasure itself is meaningless. But impersonal, not at all. F and I locked eyes as I first entered her, and we were always acknowledging and accepting each other. This was true also with L yesterday, though again the difference in emotional context made that more melancholy.
Am I really stretching myself a little thin? Both with L and with F, I have felt a little less confident, and in both cases the urgency of their need rather overwhelmed me at first. Both have these really amazing cunts, that work on my cock. Both had me coming very quickly, though in both cases I could stay hard and so that was not really a problem. Well, maybe this is a trend with me - we shall see how things go with D this afternoon.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Room 303
I met L, a very beautiful Iranian woman, for lunch, after which we walked to the Liberty Inn, and checked into Room 303. Though I would have liked to go slow, her need was altogether too great, and so within a very short time - after just a brief bout of oral - we were fucking. I was amazed at the grip of her cunt on my cock, how strongly she arched up to me, sucking me in. It was incredibly erotic, and she made me come very quickly - something that really does not happen to me these days. But perhaps because it was rather dragged out of me and anyway I was having such a good time, I stayed hard enough to continue fucking for a good while. Then we rested a little, I went down on her, and then we fucked again, though she did briefly suck my cock before I put the second condom on. At some point while resting, though, I lay on my front and she sat on me and massaged my back, and then we swapped places, and I worked on her, ending up with my thumb in her cunt. It was that, in fact, that led directly into the next fuck.
The next fuck, even though it lacked the urgency of the first, was really more spectacular, as we talked and joked, lost ourselves in fucking, talked more, and so on, for a long, long time. I have given up worrying too much about orgasms, my own or anyone else's, as they are in a way a distraction from the pleasure of the moment, but it did seem that L had quite a few over the course of the afternoon, both fucking and when I went down on her. She also described the sex as the best she had ever had, which I took with a pinch of salt but I suspect was the truth.
L is remarkably beautiful. She is tall, slim, her body is very well toned, her skin is practically flawless, she moves well, is highly sexual, has a very lively, active cunt, strong muscles, good hips, long legs; altogether a woman who if she were in bed next to me every night and was game, I would be jumping all over. Her husband has no interest in her at all. He will not fuck her even when she begs, turns down blowjobs, has no desire for her and regards her sexual needs as crazy. And yet, quite clearly, she longs for him to desire her, and doubts her own desirability because of his lack of interest. Perhaps he is gay, perhaps he is simply asexual, or perhaps he finds her sexual desire improper because of some strange views about women, and so denies sex to her to punish her for those desires. It is so sad, and so strange. But perhaps it is not that unusual, as there are many similarities between L's situation and A's. A, however, is fucking me and other men pretty much at will; L is still very hesitant, and although she had a very good time today, she says she does not want a repeat performance until the spring! We shall see about that.
The next fuck, even though it lacked the urgency of the first, was really more spectacular, as we talked and joked, lost ourselves in fucking, talked more, and so on, for a long, long time. I have given up worrying too much about orgasms, my own or anyone else's, as they are in a way a distraction from the pleasure of the moment, but it did seem that L had quite a few over the course of the afternoon, both fucking and when I went down on her. She also described the sex as the best she had ever had, which I took with a pinch of salt but I suspect was the truth.
L is remarkably beautiful. She is tall, slim, her body is very well toned, her skin is practically flawless, she moves well, is highly sexual, has a very lively, active cunt, strong muscles, good hips, long legs; altogether a woman who if she were in bed next to me every night and was game, I would be jumping all over. Her husband has no interest in her at all. He will not fuck her even when she begs, turns down blowjobs, has no desire for her and regards her sexual needs as crazy. And yet, quite clearly, she longs for him to desire her, and doubts her own desirability because of his lack of interest. Perhaps he is gay, perhaps he is simply asexual, or perhaps he finds her sexual desire improper because of some strange views about women, and so denies sex to her to punish her for those desires. It is so sad, and so strange. But perhaps it is not that unusual, as there are many similarities between L's situation and A's. A, however, is fucking me and other men pretty much at will; L is still very hesitant, and although she had a very good time today, she says she does not want a repeat performance until the spring! We shall see about that.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Office hours with D
On Tuesday D came to my office at around 1.15 and stayed for an hour and a half or so. At the very end, when I had been on the cusp of coming for what seemed like a very long time, and maybe had come in her ass already - but sometimes it is difficult to tell - D jerked me off, while I was sitting on the couch. I have always liked handjobs, and those little handjob clips on porn sites on the internet are one of the few porn clips I enjoy at all. I came a lot, spraying some sperm up onto my upper chest, while more just gushed out and ran down over D's hand and my cock into my pubic hair.
The volume of sperm suggested that I had not come at all earlier when I was fucking D in the ass - but I had a few dry orgasmic spasms when she was sucking my cock and when I was fucking her ass, and at one point her ass suddenly became much slicker and wetter, which is hard to explain. But who knows, or really cares?
The handjob was a highlight, as was D sitting on my face while I lay on the floor. She comes very quickly that way. We fucked on the couch, on the floor, on the desk. At this point, all concern with hygienic separation of vaginal and anal intercourse has vanished with D, and she has never had any problems as a result, so clearly there is a certain amount of scare-mongering going on. It is fun to switch back and forth between fucking her ass and her cunt.
As all this was going on in my office with colleagues around, we were forced to be fairly quiet. But there is something rather enjoybale about that too - it imposes a kind of discipline that makes it easier to concentrate on sensations, as if the energy that would be used up expressing those sensations vocally has nowhere to go but into an increased attention on the sensations that cannot be so expressed.
Late last night, when C and I were in bed, we fucked. It took her longer than usual to come, which was good, but at that point I was still some way short of coming myself. I fucked her for a while longer, and that was great, but at some point it was quite clear that really she just wanted it to be over. Nothing is quite such an anti-aphrodisiac as that, though I also think it is quite reasonable from her point of view. She had come, she wasn't going to come again, she was happy to lie there for a while, but not for ever - all this is perfectly sensible and mature. But fuck sensible and mature! I just wanted to carry on sweating over her, fucking away for as long as it took, or longer. She really just wanted to go to sleep. Thus it is that a long-established marriage that is probably far better than average in sexual terms is nevertheless not much good at all. I can't imagine preferring to go to sleep than to continue fucking, though I can imagine falling asleep while fucking (and I think did that with D once when she was staying over at the XXXXX Hotel nearby).
Today, Wednesday, nothing is happening. Tomorrow, however, should be an interesting day, if things turn out as planned.
The volume of sperm suggested that I had not come at all earlier when I was fucking D in the ass - but I had a few dry orgasmic spasms when she was sucking my cock and when I was fucking her ass, and at one point her ass suddenly became much slicker and wetter, which is hard to explain. But who knows, or really cares?
The handjob was a highlight, as was D sitting on my face while I lay on the floor. She comes very quickly that way. We fucked on the couch, on the floor, on the desk. At this point, all concern with hygienic separation of vaginal and anal intercourse has vanished with D, and she has never had any problems as a result, so clearly there is a certain amount of scare-mongering going on. It is fun to switch back and forth between fucking her ass and her cunt.
As all this was going on in my office with colleagues around, we were forced to be fairly quiet. But there is something rather enjoybale about that too - it imposes a kind of discipline that makes it easier to concentrate on sensations, as if the energy that would be used up expressing those sensations vocally has nowhere to go but into an increased attention on the sensations that cannot be so expressed.
Late last night, when C and I were in bed, we fucked. It took her longer than usual to come, which was good, but at that point I was still some way short of coming myself. I fucked her for a while longer, and that was great, but at some point it was quite clear that really she just wanted it to be over. Nothing is quite such an anti-aphrodisiac as that, though I also think it is quite reasonable from her point of view. She had come, she wasn't going to come again, she was happy to lie there for a while, but not for ever - all this is perfectly sensible and mature. But fuck sensible and mature! I just wanted to carry on sweating over her, fucking away for as long as it took, or longer. She really just wanted to go to sleep. Thus it is that a long-established marriage that is probably far better than average in sexual terms is nevertheless not much good at all. I can't imagine preferring to go to sleep than to continue fucking, though I can imagine falling asleep while fucking (and I think did that with D once when she was staying over at the XXXXX Hotel nearby).
Today, Wednesday, nothing is happening. Tomorrow, however, should be an interesting day, if things turn out as planned.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Size matters
J's vastness is integral to her sexual appeal. Fucking her hard from behind, in our favoured manner, with her kneeling on the edge of the bed and me standing behind her, she looks magnificent; and when pounding her, all her flesh registers the impact. It is extremely sexy.
In not much more than an hour we fucked a lot, and I also went down on her for a little while. But rather like A, J often wants to get me inside her as soon as possible. So fucking was definitely the main item on the agenda. Because of her size, J is very easy to fuck hard. Whatever vestigial nervousness or anxiety about causing pain while fucking remains in me - the whole business of penetration and pain is a complicated one - is bracketed off with J because she is huge and resilient. And she always responds to an increase in forcefulness with enthusiasm. This is true of D too, but somehow that seems different, though I am not sure I can explain why. With D, the thrill is going beyond the limits of what she can take; with J it is rather than there are no limits to what she can take. That is, however, a glib way of describing the contrast - but I can do no better now.
J moved fully on to the bed and I fucked her again from behind, with her lying down. That too always works very well with her, and she told me she was about to come. I asked if she wanted to aim at coming together, but she came before I could quite reach climax, so that did not happen. I came shortly after her, though, and then we were done.
Chatting briefly afterwards, J told me that she is now much more sensitized to the sexiness of men who vaguely resemble me - the grey, slender, scholarly types. The same is true for me - I notice and register the sexual appeal of fat women more than I did before. I feel sorry for men who are incapable of stretching their sexuality in this direction, as women of J's vastness are deeply sexy. I freely admit that I was hesitant and a little bewildered with J at the start, and I suppose that other men never get beyond that (or never even get that far). They are missing a lot.
In not much more than an hour we fucked a lot, and I also went down on her for a little while. But rather like A, J often wants to get me inside her as soon as possible. So fucking was definitely the main item on the agenda. Because of her size, J is very easy to fuck hard. Whatever vestigial nervousness or anxiety about causing pain while fucking remains in me - the whole business of penetration and pain is a complicated one - is bracketed off with J because she is huge and resilient. And she always responds to an increase in forcefulness with enthusiasm. This is true of D too, but somehow that seems different, though I am not sure I can explain why. With D, the thrill is going beyond the limits of what she can take; with J it is rather than there are no limits to what she can take. That is, however, a glib way of describing the contrast - but I can do no better now.
J moved fully on to the bed and I fucked her again from behind, with her lying down. That too always works very well with her, and she told me she was about to come. I asked if she wanted to aim at coming together, but she came before I could quite reach climax, so that did not happen. I came shortly after her, though, and then we were done.
Chatting briefly afterwards, J told me that she is now much more sensitized to the sexiness of men who vaguely resemble me - the grey, slender, scholarly types. The same is true for me - I notice and register the sexual appeal of fat women more than I did before. I feel sorry for men who are incapable of stretching their sexuality in this direction, as women of J's vastness are deeply sexy. I freely admit that I was hesitant and a little bewildered with J at the start, and I suppose that other men never get beyond that (or never even get that far). They are missing a lot.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Freaky Friday
D picked me up at the subway at 9.00 am and we then parked somewhere quiet and got in the back. I spent a long time eating her out, we spent a long time fucking. I don't know how many times she came, but I came once in her cunt and might have done so again but that I was due at work by 10.45. I barely made it, with my shirt bloodied from the end of D's period, reeking of her blood and cunt-juice and sweat. Crazy, irresponsible, immature - but tremendous fun.
Two hours later we were back together, and off to the Kew Motor Inn, where we spent a little over two hours doing more of the same, plus a lot of anal and a long blowjob. Again, there were times when it was incredibly intense, aggressive, sweaty sex, and others where it was calm, friendly, precise. With D just about any mood is possible, though I suppose there is a tendency towards the freaky, frenzied end of the spectrum. But in the morning, for example, we chatted about the upcoming anniversary of her father's death while fucking gently, and D wept a little, and that is exactly how sex should be - a mode of existence that can encompass almost everything else. Do you ever see people talking while fucking in porn movies, or movies of any sort?
I am more relentless with D than anyone else. I never want to release her, always want to see if I can stretch her ecstasy out for longer, make her come again, add something to the mix. So when she is coming while I suck and lick her clit and pinch her nipples, I try to keep her going, stick a finger up her cunt, or in her ass, let her drift down from the peak only a little way before driving her up again. And when she is shuddering and convulsing, I like to slip my cock into her cunt and feel the aftershocks coursing through her.
Addendum: Late that night, I proposed fucking to C, but - as is often true with her - she was not inclined, and so jerked me off instead. Odd, isn't it, how the intra-marital sex is more impersonal, mechanical, mindless that the extra-marital. C loves me and wants me to be satisfied, but does not desire me much at all.
Two hours later we were back together, and off to the Kew Motor Inn, where we spent a little over two hours doing more of the same, plus a lot of anal and a long blowjob. Again, there were times when it was incredibly intense, aggressive, sweaty sex, and others where it was calm, friendly, precise. With D just about any mood is possible, though I suppose there is a tendency towards the freaky, frenzied end of the spectrum. But in the morning, for example, we chatted about the upcoming anniversary of her father's death while fucking gently, and D wept a little, and that is exactly how sex should be - a mode of existence that can encompass almost everything else. Do you ever see people talking while fucking in porn movies, or movies of any sort?
I am more relentless with D than anyone else. I never want to release her, always want to see if I can stretch her ecstasy out for longer, make her come again, add something to the mix. So when she is coming while I suck and lick her clit and pinch her nipples, I try to keep her going, stick a finger up her cunt, or in her ass, let her drift down from the peak only a little way before driving her up again. And when she is shuddering and convulsing, I like to slip my cock into her cunt and feel the aftershocks coursing through her.
Addendum: Late that night, I proposed fucking to C, but - as is often true with her - she was not inclined, and so jerked me off instead. Odd, isn't it, how the intra-marital sex is more impersonal, mechanical, mindless that the extra-marital. C loves me and wants me to be satisfied, but does not desire me much at all.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Lunch with K, after-lunch with A
Today was Z's last day in New York.
K came to visit me in my office at lunchtime, and after a few niceties she lay back on my desk while I sat in the chair and ate her out. Then we fucked for a long while, chatting amiably and occasionally surrendering to the intensity of sensation. I did not come, and afterwards I cleaned myself up and set off to meet A at a nearby hotel.
I had not told A about seeing K, but apparently she spotted her somewhere on XXXth Avenue, as she asked me immediately if I had just been with her. So I 'fessed up to that. Assigned a tiny room, A and I made spectacular use of it over the next two hours, principally fucking but also in a fine blowjob and, at the end, a couple of successive orgasms for her when I went down on her and fingered her at the same time.
Regular readers will be bored by this, but I feel it necessary to say again that A is the most intelligent, responsive, reactive, interesting fuck I have ever had.
K came to visit me in my office at lunchtime, and after a few niceties she lay back on my desk while I sat in the chair and ate her out. Then we fucked for a long while, chatting amiably and occasionally surrendering to the intensity of sensation. I did not come, and afterwards I cleaned myself up and set off to meet A at a nearby hotel.
I had not told A about seeing K, but apparently she spotted her somewhere on XXXth Avenue, as she asked me immediately if I had just been with her. So I 'fessed up to that. Assigned a tiny room, A and I made spectacular use of it over the next two hours, principally fucking but also in a fine blowjob and, at the end, a couple of successive orgasms for her when I went down on her and fingered her at the same time.
Regular readers will be bored by this, but I feel it necessary to say again that A is the most intelligent, responsive, reactive, interesting fuck I have ever had.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Ground transportation
D - who took me to the airport - kindly picked me up on my return. Not knowing where else to go, we stopped in the Kew Motor Inn parking lot for some heavy non-fucking action on the way into Manhattan. Non-fucking? Well, D had her period, and while that has not stopped us before, on this occasion we had little time and I was on my way back to the bosom of my family, so the problems associated with cleaning up after a bloody fuck in the back of D's Pacifica seemed insurmountable.
D got her orgasm all the same, straddling my leg and rubbing her cunt and clit against me while I pinched her nipples and we kissed. And then she gave me a wonderful blowjob, at the end of which I came profusely in her mouth. And then she drove me the rest of the way home.
Transport, then, in both senses - from A to B and from here in the mundane world of sensation to that strange orgasmic realm that D in particular is good at giving me access to. But she did, afterwards, laying her head on my shoulder, manage to leave a large semen stain on my shoulder, which C noticed when I got home and took off my jacket. I passed it off as an in-flight accident of some sort.
That night C was game to be fucked, and I was able to keep her coming for a good while, fucking her precisely. Then I finished up in her from behind. So I had a magnificent extra-marital blowjob and a fine intra-marital fuck in the space of just a few hours. A good way to come home.
D got her orgasm all the same, straddling my leg and rubbing her cunt and clit against me while I pinched her nipples and we kissed. And then she gave me a wonderful blowjob, at the end of which I came profusely in her mouth. And then she drove me the rest of the way home.
Transport, then, in both senses - from A to B and from here in the mundane world of sensation to that strange orgasmic realm that D in particular is good at giving me access to. But she did, afterwards, laying her head on my shoulder, manage to leave a large semen stain on my shoulder, which C noticed when I got home and took off my jacket. I passed it off as an in-flight accident of some sort.
That night C was game to be fucked, and I was able to keep her coming for a good while, fucking her precisely. Then I finished up in her from behind. So I had a magnificent extra-marital blowjob and a fine intra-marital fuck in the space of just a few hours. A good way to come home.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
A ride to the airport
D picked me up to take me to JFK, via the Kew Motor Inn. A standard pattern - we smoked some pot, drank a cocktail, kissed in the chair, lost control, ended up fucking uncomfortably on the chair, and moved to the bed - more fucking, a lot of oral, at some point D was back in the chair smoking a cigarette and I went down on her again. The delicious blur of stoned sex with D, with whom I am relentless and she is insatiable - though she does plead for a break every now and then.
We were in one of the Kew's mirrored rooms, and D did a lot of watching when I was on top fucking her. I did not do so much watching, except when she was giving me a blowjob. But the mirrors are somehow pleasing to have for me even if I do not look at them much, and this is something that I understand and appreciate better having been with Z, for whom the mirrors at the Liberty Inn were very important.
We finished with some deep ass-fucking and I was on the brink of coming but it was not quite happening, so I pulled out and while D watched in the mirror alongside the bed I jerked off, spraying on to her ass and cunt lips, which is something that we have not done, or not in quite that way, before. A standard trope of porn, but it did not seem as it does in porn, as done for the sake of the spectator. I wanted her to feel my hot sperm splashing between her legs, and she did feel it and loved it. Watching was not really the point for her or me, though of course we were both watching. But this whole issue of the relation between real sex and porn sex is complicated.
Sex with D is very intense and energetic, and in many ways it is with D that sex is most like the kind of sex that is depicted in porno movies. Describing the sex is difficult, therefore, because the language has been co-opted by porn, and yet there is something quite wrong about porn. Or anyway about the kind of porn that dominates the free porn sites and the porn shops. What is wrong is not just the hokey plots, nor the almost perpetual degrading of women, the bizarre positions adopted just to give the camera access to close-ups, the money shots; the character of the sexual connection depicted is wrong. When I am pounding D as hard as I can, and even when this is facilitated or driven by a kind of aggression, a refusal to think about or care what it feels like for her, still I look her in the eye (or if that is not possible, still I feel as though I would be looking her in the eye if I could). I use her name. To me it is especially important to transmit my recognition of her, my acknowledgement of the use of her body that she has granted me, and the importance of her pleasure even when both she and I are enjoying the fact that I am attending only to my pleasure and not to hers. I wonder if a film of our sex could even function as pornography because of this connectedness - that porn works by allowing the (typically male) viewer to take the place of the man doing the fucking on screen, and this requires a lack of connectedness between him and the woman he is fucking. Too much connectedness and it becomes impossible for the viewer to replace the man in imagination to the extent that is required for porn to do its work, whatever that is. To watch D and I go at it would presumably please a voyeur, but the porn-viewer is not in this sense a voyeur at all.
D sent a recap, as she often does. Here is an edited version:
I have been very horny all day thinking about our meeting yesterday. I feel very fortunate to enjoy something so completely... and I don't think I was trying to be greedy with you yesterday.. I am simply an opportunist and the opportunities with you are few so I am compelled to take advantage when I can. I noticed your hard on when we were kissing and groping outside at the airport.. I have been very wet all day thinking about it. I did enjoy very much all your tongue work yesterday... it seemed like everytime you began licking my cunt it felt new to me.. like I hadn't had it in quite some time and I was absolutely dying for it. And that mad fucking when you were holding my hands down and pounding me fiercely... at one point you stopped and it seemed like you just couldn't do it anymore... it was very exciting... and when you jerked inbetween my legs after you fucked me hard up the ass... that was fucking amazing! Why it just goes to show how many things we can do. And I didn't even get to fuck you in the ass . If you had only believed me about the time to get to the airport, why... you could have been very uncomfortable sitting on a plane for 8 hours after being fucked in the ass with the 8 inch... I would have taken no mercy on you...
But the problem seems to be that I get very greedy with all those orgasms you give me.. I just don't know how to stop my insatiable desire for you to travel back down my body and lick my pussy with that magical tongue and mouth of yours. I just love it so much ...and it seems so easy to get when I am with you.
'Greedy' is not the right word at all. D has an almost inexhaustible capacity for orgasm, so there is no reason why she should not have as many as she wants. And this is what she should expect from sex, and what it is a pleasure to give her.
We were in one of the Kew's mirrored rooms, and D did a lot of watching when I was on top fucking her. I did not do so much watching, except when she was giving me a blowjob. But the mirrors are somehow pleasing to have for me even if I do not look at them much, and this is something that I understand and appreciate better having been with Z, for whom the mirrors at the Liberty Inn were very important.
We finished with some deep ass-fucking and I was on the brink of coming but it was not quite happening, so I pulled out and while D watched in the mirror alongside the bed I jerked off, spraying on to her ass and cunt lips, which is something that we have not done, or not in quite that way, before. A standard trope of porn, but it did not seem as it does in porn, as done for the sake of the spectator. I wanted her to feel my hot sperm splashing between her legs, and she did feel it and loved it. Watching was not really the point for her or me, though of course we were both watching. But this whole issue of the relation between real sex and porn sex is complicated.
Sex with D is very intense and energetic, and in many ways it is with D that sex is most like the kind of sex that is depicted in porno movies. Describing the sex is difficult, therefore, because the language has been co-opted by porn, and yet there is something quite wrong about porn. Or anyway about the kind of porn that dominates the free porn sites and the porn shops. What is wrong is not just the hokey plots, nor the almost perpetual degrading of women, the bizarre positions adopted just to give the camera access to close-ups, the money shots; the character of the sexual connection depicted is wrong. When I am pounding D as hard as I can, and even when this is facilitated or driven by a kind of aggression, a refusal to think about or care what it feels like for her, still I look her in the eye (or if that is not possible, still I feel as though I would be looking her in the eye if I could). I use her name. To me it is especially important to transmit my recognition of her, my acknowledgement of the use of her body that she has granted me, and the importance of her pleasure even when both she and I are enjoying the fact that I am attending only to my pleasure and not to hers. I wonder if a film of our sex could even function as pornography because of this connectedness - that porn works by allowing the (typically male) viewer to take the place of the man doing the fucking on screen, and this requires a lack of connectedness between him and the woman he is fucking. Too much connectedness and it becomes impossible for the viewer to replace the man in imagination to the extent that is required for porn to do its work, whatever that is. To watch D and I go at it would presumably please a voyeur, but the porn-viewer is not in this sense a voyeur at all.
D sent a recap, as she often does. Here is an edited version:
I have been very horny all day thinking about our meeting yesterday. I feel very fortunate to enjoy something so completely... and I don't think I was trying to be greedy with you yesterday.. I am simply an opportunist and the opportunities with you are few so I am compelled to take advantage when I can. I noticed your hard on when we were kissing and groping outside at the airport.. I have been very wet all day thinking about it. I did enjoy very much all your tongue work yesterday... it seemed like everytime you began licking my cunt it felt new to me.. like I hadn't had it in quite some time and I was absolutely dying for it. And that mad fucking when you were holding my hands down and pounding me fiercely... at one point you stopped and it seemed like you just couldn't do it anymore... it was very exciting... and when you jerked inbetween my legs after you fucked me hard up the ass... that was fucking amazing! Why it just goes to show how many things we can do. And I didn't even get to fuck you in the ass . If you had only believed me about the time to get to the airport, why... you could have been very uncomfortable sitting on a plane for 8 hours after being fucked in the ass with the 8 inch... I would have taken no mercy on you...
But the problem seems to be that I get very greedy with all those orgasms you give me.. I just don't know how to stop my insatiable desire for you to travel back down my body and lick my pussy with that magical tongue and mouth of yours. I just love it so much ...and it seems so easy to get when I am with you.
'Greedy' is not the right word at all. D has an almost inexhaustible capacity for orgasm, so there is no reason why she should not have as many as she wants. And this is what she should expect from sex, and what it is a pleasure to give her.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Z at home
On Monday I paid a visit to Z at home, and that will likely be the last but one time I will see her before she leaves NYC on an extended trip that will take her out of these posts for a good while, perhaps for ever. It was cold, and we ended up in bed with half our clothes on - the upper half. Once she had warmed up a little we kissed, and then fucked. It was perfect, really - she was delightfully tight and wet, and I really enjoyed all the variations of angle and depth and tempo. And at the end, when I was out of time, I found myself as if on the top of a hill, able to coast into a wonderful orgasm. This was the first time I have come fucking Z - the first time I have come in her company since her visit to my office back in the summer - and it made me particularly happy. I felt, with what justification I am not sure, that it was pleasing to her also.
The mystery of the sensations felt by the other: what is she feeling, is she enjoying it, am I doing it right, am I doing it as well as the last guy? All of these questions are bracketed off with Z. It is hard to allow the proper questions to come to the fore instead - am I enjoying myself, am I pleasing myself in a way that allows that pleasure to register with her, am I feeling for her as well as for myself? It is wonderful, though, when the concerns drop away and I am fucking for the sheer delight of it, for my delight and hers also. Quite special. Not easily reproduced. Nor easily forgotten.
At night, before sleep, a fine, functional fuck with C, in advance of my departure today. Once she had come with me on top, I fucked her from behind and came. For C, that is enough to tide her over until my return a week from now. For me, not enough for a day.
This afternoon I shall spend with D at the Kew Motor Inn, before leaving for the airport.
The mystery of the sensations felt by the other: what is she feeling, is she enjoying it, am I doing it right, am I doing it as well as the last guy? All of these questions are bracketed off with Z. It is hard to allow the proper questions to come to the fore instead - am I enjoying myself, am I pleasing myself in a way that allows that pleasure to register with her, am I feeling for her as well as for myself? It is wonderful, though, when the concerns drop away and I am fucking for the sheer delight of it, for my delight and hers also. Quite special. Not easily reproduced. Nor easily forgotten.
At night, before sleep, a fine, functional fuck with C, in advance of my departure today. Once she had come with me on top, I fucked her from behind and came. For C, that is enough to tide her over until my return a week from now. For me, not enough for a day.
This afternoon I shall spend with D at the Kew Motor Inn, before leaving for the airport.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Z, zipper, zest, zzzzs
The weekend took its toll, and left me terribly tired. But there is no rest for the wicked. So I met up with Z around noon today and we messed about in relatively innocent ways in her room for a while before heading out to the Liberty Inn, by way of some pier or other. Not, unfortunately, Z's preferred pier, as that has been fenced off in preparation for Hallowe'en, as the Pier of Fear. So we sat in the chill wind on some kiddy pier until it was clear that the sun was gone for good.
Room 105, and with not much in the way of foreplay, a magnificent fuck. And while the same asymmetry was there as before, I felt freer to ignore it, and felt easier about letting Z take pleasure in whatever way she could while I had a good time and forgot all about her. That is too blunt an account, of course, and in quieter moments we chatted and she told me something of what she could feel, and as I was fucking her she was never out of my mind or, except when my eyes were closed, my sight.
Sight - another asymmetry. I take off my glasses, so everything blurs, and the mirrors along one side of the bed and on the ceiling present nothing but vague bodies. For Z, though, who is sharp-sighted and anyway more visual, there is a lot to see. So at some point during fucking we shift around on the bed clumsily, so she is lying with her head hanging off the bed on the mirror side, while I am on top lifting myself up on my arms so she can see, looking into the mirror that is now 'above' her head, back along the length of her own body to where we are joined. And so while I fuck her she watches me fuck her, and both of us are entirely happy. And the blurry version that I can see does look great, though soon she is hanging too far off the bed, and we eventually have to adjust our position and start again.
Well this fucking went on for a good while, before we took a break. The break may have proved a mistake, as I never really recovered my erection, and so we never really got to fuck any more. Tiredness? Or perhaps the difficulty of catapulting myself past the point where her lack of sensation and desire ceases to matter because her pleasure in my sensation and desire has kicked in? Anyway, I could not manage to get hard enough to fuck her again, and that was a little bit of a deflationary ending to what was still a wonderful afternoon.
I am unlikely to see Z more than once or twice before she leaves the city for a while. This is too bad, as time with her is more interesting than any other time I ever spend.
Room 105, and with not much in the way of foreplay, a magnificent fuck. And while the same asymmetry was there as before, I felt freer to ignore it, and felt easier about letting Z take pleasure in whatever way she could while I had a good time and forgot all about her. That is too blunt an account, of course, and in quieter moments we chatted and she told me something of what she could feel, and as I was fucking her she was never out of my mind or, except when my eyes were closed, my sight.
Sight - another asymmetry. I take off my glasses, so everything blurs, and the mirrors along one side of the bed and on the ceiling present nothing but vague bodies. For Z, though, who is sharp-sighted and anyway more visual, there is a lot to see. So at some point during fucking we shift around on the bed clumsily, so she is lying with her head hanging off the bed on the mirror side, while I am on top lifting myself up on my arms so she can see, looking into the mirror that is now 'above' her head, back along the length of her own body to where we are joined. And so while I fuck her she watches me fuck her, and both of us are entirely happy. And the blurry version that I can see does look great, though soon she is hanging too far off the bed, and we eventually have to adjust our position and start again.
Well this fucking went on for a good while, before we took a break. The break may have proved a mistake, as I never really recovered my erection, and so we never really got to fuck any more. Tiredness? Or perhaps the difficulty of catapulting myself past the point where her lack of sensation and desire ceases to matter because her pleasure in my sensation and desire has kicked in? Anyway, I could not manage to get hard enough to fuck her again, and that was a little bit of a deflationary ending to what was still a wonderful afternoon.
I am unlikely to see Z more than once or twice before she leaves the city for a while. This is too bad, as time with her is more interesting than any other time I ever spend.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Midnight snack
After midnight, rather than lie in the marriage bed alone, I hopped on my bike and went to see J. I was very tired, having been up most of the previous night with D, but still we had a fun time, and it was novel to be with J in the night by candlelight, rather in the day with the sun coming through the blinds and the kids in the playground of the school next door yelling.
Two great sessions of fucking from behind, which is definitely the position that works best with J. But for me the real highlight was a long bout of going down on her and especially some fingering of her clit, partly guided by her, which gave her a very strong climax. We also dozed a little together, talked, kissed. It was delightful, though somehow elegiac in its mood, perhaps just because it seemed like it had taken a very long time to happen - simply to be together in the night, I mean - and was not likely to happen again. Or was it that being together as if we were in some important way a couple simply reinforced the fact that we are not in any way a couple at all? With D the night before that was not true, but for D there is an element of fantasy that is missing with the sane, sensible, sensual, straightforward J.
Two great sessions of fucking from behind, which is definitely the position that works best with J. But for me the real highlight was a long bout of going down on her and especially some fingering of her clit, partly guided by her, which gave her a very strong climax. We also dozed a little together, talked, kissed. It was delightful, though somehow elegiac in its mood, perhaps just because it seemed like it had taken a very long time to happen - simply to be together in the night, I mean - and was not likely to happen again. Or was it that being together as if we were in some important way a couple simply reinforced the fact that we are not in any way a couple at all? With D the night before that was not true, but for D there is an element of fantasy that is missing with the sane, sensible, sensual, straightforward J.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Omissions, emissions II
Inevitably, I miss stuff out, either through neglect or because I do not know how to recount something. These pile up until they constitute a mass that is too large to be ignored any longer. Examples:
Intra-marital fucks - C and I fucked one morning last week, and yesterday morning as well. These fucks are definitely better than the average intra-marital fuck of a year or more ago, and I believe that with continued application and encouragement they could become really good. But it also has to be said that the gulf between anything that happens with C and the sort of intense, energetic, frenzied fucking that happens standardly with D is huge; or again, that there is more connection at the moment fucking Z than fucking C.
Jerking-off - I sometimes go days without jerking off, and sometimes do it two or three times in one day. This correlates loosely with fucking, so today (when I will not be fucking anyone) I am quite likely at some point to unzip and make myself come. But the correlation is only loose.
Working girls - I have not seen the Englishwoman who I visited way back, again; but I have called her in the hope of seeing her a few times. In that case, the desire is as much to lie around talking about Marmite and pubs in Henley as it is sexual. At some point, I should set out some of my thoughts about working girls and what is going on for me there. Some time ago now I paid a visit to Julia (I assume this is not her real name) in a midtown hotel and had a very good time, and it is really under those circumstances that I feel most comfortable enjoying myself with a woman substantially younger than me. Money does not quite render pure what would otherwise be impure, but it does take over the role that would otherwise have to be played by power, authority, or some other traditional asymmetry between the sexes.
Men - not much on this front, but I did have a go at cocksucking with an Asian man a couple of weeks ago. I didn't seem to be very good at it, but then he was not very good at giving direction. I was interested in him mainly because he was uncircumcised, but in fact his cock was very different from mine, so the narcissistic motivation rather misfired. I did my best, but my heart was not really in it - quite different from my enthusiasm jerking P off, whenever that was.
If I knew exactly what this blog was for, I would know how much these omissions matter. They do not seem to matter much, but perhaps I avoid writing about certain things because I have the reader's opinion of me in mind, and obviously that is a form of dishonesty that I should try to counter.
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Beginning this post, I intended also to mention an hour and change with D in my office on Tuesday, but completely forgot, thus omitting it from my list of things that I had omitted.
D came to my office and in an hour or so we fucked, ass-fucked, I went down on her, she sat on my face, 69 (which never is really any good, in my opinion) and then finally I came in her mouth.
I also broke my glasses. D was lying back on the desk, I was eating her out sitting in the chair, so I laid my glasses down on the desk next to her. After she had come and her cunt was pulsing and spasming I stood up and put my cock in her and fucked her. Then at some point I turned her onto her side so I could stick a finger in her ass while fucking, and moved from that to fucking her in the ass. Once I had my cock in her ass, I turned her onto her back again - altogether a very nifty manouevre, I thought. But of course I had turned her over onto my glasses, which were now wrecked. The wages of sin is not death, but repair bills at the opticians.
The explanation for domestic consumption? I sat on them while swimming.
Intra-marital fucks - C and I fucked one morning last week, and yesterday morning as well. These fucks are definitely better than the average intra-marital fuck of a year or more ago, and I believe that with continued application and encouragement they could become really good. But it also has to be said that the gulf between anything that happens with C and the sort of intense, energetic, frenzied fucking that happens standardly with D is huge; or again, that there is more connection at the moment fucking Z than fucking C.
Jerking-off - I sometimes go days without jerking off, and sometimes do it two or three times in one day. This correlates loosely with fucking, so today (when I will not be fucking anyone) I am quite likely at some point to unzip and make myself come. But the correlation is only loose.
Working girls - I have not seen the Englishwoman who I visited way back, again; but I have called her in the hope of seeing her a few times. In that case, the desire is as much to lie around talking about Marmite and pubs in Henley as it is sexual. At some point, I should set out some of my thoughts about working girls and what is going on for me there. Some time ago now I paid a visit to Julia (I assume this is not her real name) in a midtown hotel and had a very good time, and it is really under those circumstances that I feel most comfortable enjoying myself with a woman substantially younger than me. Money does not quite render pure what would otherwise be impure, but it does take over the role that would otherwise have to be played by power, authority, or some other traditional asymmetry between the sexes.
Men - not much on this front, but I did have a go at cocksucking with an Asian man a couple of weeks ago. I didn't seem to be very good at it, but then he was not very good at giving direction. I was interested in him mainly because he was uncircumcised, but in fact his cock was very different from mine, so the narcissistic motivation rather misfired. I did my best, but my heart was not really in it - quite different from my enthusiasm jerking P off, whenever that was.
If I knew exactly what this blog was for, I would know how much these omissions matter. They do not seem to matter much, but perhaps I avoid writing about certain things because I have the reader's opinion of me in mind, and obviously that is a form of dishonesty that I should try to counter.
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Beginning this post, I intended also to mention an hour and change with D in my office on Tuesday, but completely forgot, thus omitting it from my list of things that I had omitted.
D came to my office and in an hour or so we fucked, ass-fucked, I went down on her, she sat on my face, 69 (which never is really any good, in my opinion) and then finally I came in her mouth.
I also broke my glasses. D was lying back on the desk, I was eating her out sitting in the chair, so I laid my glasses down on the desk next to her. After she had come and her cunt was pulsing and spasming I stood up and put my cock in her and fucked her. Then at some point I turned her onto her side so I could stick a finger in her ass while fucking, and moved from that to fucking her in the ass. Once I had my cock in her ass, I turned her onto her back again - altogether a very nifty manouevre, I thought. But of course I had turned her over onto my glasses, which were now wrecked. The wages of sin is not death, but repair bills at the opticians.
The explanation for domestic consumption? I sat on them while swimming.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Reasons to be cheerful, Part Three
All happiness is fleeting, and the happiness that is rooted in fucking is as fleeting as any. But still it is true that hours before and after fucking can be irradiated by the glow.
I met Z in Soho, and we lunched on meat pies and drifted westwards. I do not know exactly how to explain the world that I walk through with Z and how distinct it is from the world that I walk through alone. And this difference, though I may be turned on to it by my sexual desire for her, is not really to do with sex at all, but to do with her appetite for all of life as it unrolls before her, in all its detail.
Yes, yes, very interesting, but what about the sex?
A blowjob, in one of the huge, vacant structures out on one of the piers - not by any means to completion, as we were en route to the Liberty Inn. And then, once we were housed in Room 105, three hours of delightful tangling, including a couple of long, varied, delightful fucks. Three hours, it turns out, is really not long enough at all, and at the end, after the desk clerk's fifteen minute warning, I think both of us would have been ready to go another couple of rounds.
The fucking was truly excellent, and I felt freer to indulge myself than I had last Thursday. But as usual there is nothing that is easy to write about here - the cliches of hard porn are wildly inaccurate and misleading, and the fuzziness of bodice-ripping romance novels equally so. There is, though, a clarity to the experience of fucking that is attainable with Z, or anyway attainable once the differences between her and other women in terms of sensation begin to sink in. This is a clarity that it is hard to lay claim to, for it rests on a kind of self-centredness that I would normally say is the antithesis of what sexual pleasure depends on. But with Z very many things are transformed. Fucking Z there is nothing to be aware of but my own pleasure. There are no readings to be taken, no responses to be registered and adjusted to, no movements either in synch or out of it to be adapted to or not. I exaggerate, but only a little. Yet her cunt is not inert at all. It grips, it changes, it tightens. Most of the activity is on my side, but that is delightful in its own way, and both fucks today were profound and precise. It was also very pleasant to fuck and talk, to enjoy the phases of fucking, the changes of mood and tempo and tone. And fucking Z is a complete manifestation of the truth that people fuck, not cocks and cunts.
Orgasm? This really was not an issue until the end, when I would have loved to come in her mouth - but for all the afternoon it did not matter at all. She has - a long time ago - seen me come; I would love to come for her again sometime. But that is not what fucking is about.
There is much more to be said, but I am not sure I can say it.
I met Z in Soho, and we lunched on meat pies and drifted westwards. I do not know exactly how to explain the world that I walk through with Z and how distinct it is from the world that I walk through alone. And this difference, though I may be turned on to it by my sexual desire for her, is not really to do with sex at all, but to do with her appetite for all of life as it unrolls before her, in all its detail.
Yes, yes, very interesting, but what about the sex?
A blowjob, in one of the huge, vacant structures out on one of the piers - not by any means to completion, as we were en route to the Liberty Inn. And then, once we were housed in Room 105, three hours of delightful tangling, including a couple of long, varied, delightful fucks. Three hours, it turns out, is really not long enough at all, and at the end, after the desk clerk's fifteen minute warning, I think both of us would have been ready to go another couple of rounds.
The fucking was truly excellent, and I felt freer to indulge myself than I had last Thursday. But as usual there is nothing that is easy to write about here - the cliches of hard porn are wildly inaccurate and misleading, and the fuzziness of bodice-ripping romance novels equally so. There is, though, a clarity to the experience of fucking that is attainable with Z, or anyway attainable once the differences between her and other women in terms of sensation begin to sink in. This is a clarity that it is hard to lay claim to, for it rests on a kind of self-centredness that I would normally say is the antithesis of what sexual pleasure depends on. But with Z very many things are transformed. Fucking Z there is nothing to be aware of but my own pleasure. There are no readings to be taken, no responses to be registered and adjusted to, no movements either in synch or out of it to be adapted to or not. I exaggerate, but only a little. Yet her cunt is not inert at all. It grips, it changes, it tightens. Most of the activity is on my side, but that is delightful in its own way, and both fucks today were profound and precise. It was also very pleasant to fuck and talk, to enjoy the phases of fucking, the changes of mood and tempo and tone. And fucking Z is a complete manifestation of the truth that people fuck, not cocks and cunts.
Orgasm? This really was not an issue until the end, when I would have loved to come in her mouth - but for all the afternoon it did not matter at all. She has - a long time ago - seen me come; I would love to come for her again sometime. But that is not what fucking is about.
There is much more to be said, but I am not sure I can say it.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Lazy fornicator
It was Z who called me this, and I could not dispute the appropriateness of the title. But fornication is work, of a sort. Certainly I was hard at work on Friday with D, at the Kew Motor Inn. And again today, for a little under two hours, with J. Being a liar, cheat, and adulterer is an occupation, scarcely to be undertaken without serious commitment. But it is not really work, even when one is hard at work. It is pure pleasure, or any rate impure pleasure.
Friday with D, there is really nothing to say that has not been said about other times with her, though she did have me yelling during one of those unbelievable blowjobs that she administers. There was also a lot of assfucking.
Today with J was a spur of the moment affair, and again not much can be said that has not been said before. One novel element, though, was ending up with a handjob. This was suggested by J telling of some man who had praised her as a fuck and a cocksucker but told her she was no good at giving a handjob. I asked her to sit behind me and jerk me off, which she did with expertise and aplomb, until I came all over my chest and stomach. I don't know how circumcised men jerk off, but for me it is all about friction and the foreskin.
With J, as with Z last Thursday, I had a few erection problems. In the case of Z I put this down to newness and unfamiliarity, but obviously that explanation will not go through with J.
Tomorrow I am going to have lunch with K, who I have not seen in a while, and have not fucked in a good while longer. But still, I think it will be just lunch tomorrow. A is still on the West coast, and I will not see her for more than a week.
I realize that this blog is relentlessly positive, containing hardly any reports of disappointing encounters. Does it misrepresent? I do not think so. I am hardly ever disappointed. This is a theme worth exploring, connecting expectation, performance, attitudes, reactions. But like so many things worth exploring, it will have to be left unexplored. For who has time even to blog, when they are so busy being a lazy fornicator?
Friday with D, there is really nothing to say that has not been said about other times with her, though she did have me yelling during one of those unbelievable blowjobs that she administers. There was also a lot of assfucking.
Today with J was a spur of the moment affair, and again not much can be said that has not been said before. One novel element, though, was ending up with a handjob. This was suggested by J telling of some man who had praised her as a fuck and a cocksucker but told her she was no good at giving a handjob. I asked her to sit behind me and jerk me off, which she did with expertise and aplomb, until I came all over my chest and stomach. I don't know how circumcised men jerk off, but for me it is all about friction and the foreskin.
With J, as with Z last Thursday, I had a few erection problems. In the case of Z I put this down to newness and unfamiliarity, but obviously that explanation will not go through with J.
Tomorrow I am going to have lunch with K, who I have not seen in a while, and have not fucked in a good while longer. But still, I think it will be just lunch tomorrow. A is still on the West coast, and I will not see her for more than a week.
I realize that this blog is relentlessly positive, containing hardly any reports of disappointing encounters. Does it misrepresent? I do not think so. I am hardly ever disappointed. This is a theme worth exploring, connecting expectation, performance, attitudes, reactions. But like so many things worth exploring, it will have to be left unexplored. For who has time even to blog, when they are so busy being a lazy fornicator?
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Stained glass, sunshine, mirrors
The stained glass was in the Little Church of the Transfiguration, where Z and I met in the late morning, lit a candle, sat, talked, and made out for an hour or so. Then we walked and rolled west towards the Liberty Inn, first heading out onto Pier 54 to make out some more, and to bask in the intermittent sun.
No room at the Inn! Or anyway, no ground-floor room ready - for of course all the rooms on the second and third floors are no use to Z. So we went off for lunch, returning an hour or so later.
After our last encounter at the Liberty, I had some performance anxiety, and because so many things are different with Z, it did take some time for everything to fall into place. The room had mirrors on the wall to one side of the bed, and also on the ceiling, and Z was initially unsure that she could cope with those. I had some issues sustaining an erection. But I still basked in the constant sunshine of Z's beauty and desirability, and everything culminated in a truly wonderful fuck that took us through to the end of our three hours.
Description is always inadequate, and words like 'wonderful' and 'amazing' are just cheers, without any content. Z asked about differences between one cunt and another. Despite her lack of sensation, her cunt was delightfully changeable. Variations in wetness, tightness, the grip sometimes seeming concentrated in a ring near the lips, with a void space beyond, but other times feeling like a sleeve pulled tightly around the whole length of my cock. It was very good to work the angles, explore with the head of my cock or bury myself deep inside her. I am sure that future fucks will be even more interesting, intense, informative.
Sunshine, then, both literal - on the pier, sitting outside at lunch - and metaphorical. Mirrors, metaphorical and literal. What Z cannot feel cannot be accessed through other senses, but she can see herself being fucked in the mirror, and see her desirability reflected in my desire and delight. I can only tell her what I feel, but this would be true anyway. Sex with another person always contains at its heart this mystery, that each person knows only what it feels like for them, but not how it feels for the other. With Z - this really was a kind of revelation to me - the mystery is deeper, and stranger. I know what it feels like for me as I fuck her, even though I cannot really describe these sensations to her; she knows neither how it feels for me, except in so far as I succeed in telling her, nor how it feels for her. So Z and I are in almost the same position with respect to her sensations, and this made fucking her strangely symmetrical, even though this is in turn rooted in a radical asymmetry. Very interesting intellectually - but also a truly great fuck. Ideas and sex are the two things I love, and here they lie nestled within each other.
No room at the Inn! Or anyway, no ground-floor room ready - for of course all the rooms on the second and third floors are no use to Z. So we went off for lunch, returning an hour or so later.
After our last encounter at the Liberty, I had some performance anxiety, and because so many things are different with Z, it did take some time for everything to fall into place. The room had mirrors on the wall to one side of the bed, and also on the ceiling, and Z was initially unsure that she could cope with those. I had some issues sustaining an erection. But I still basked in the constant sunshine of Z's beauty and desirability, and everything culminated in a truly wonderful fuck that took us through to the end of our three hours.
Description is always inadequate, and words like 'wonderful' and 'amazing' are just cheers, without any content. Z asked about differences between one cunt and another. Despite her lack of sensation, her cunt was delightfully changeable. Variations in wetness, tightness, the grip sometimes seeming concentrated in a ring near the lips, with a void space beyond, but other times feeling like a sleeve pulled tightly around the whole length of my cock. It was very good to work the angles, explore with the head of my cock or bury myself deep inside her. I am sure that future fucks will be even more interesting, intense, informative.
Sunshine, then, both literal - on the pier, sitting outside at lunch - and metaphorical. Mirrors, metaphorical and literal. What Z cannot feel cannot be accessed through other senses, but she can see herself being fucked in the mirror, and see her desirability reflected in my desire and delight. I can only tell her what I feel, but this would be true anyway. Sex with another person always contains at its heart this mystery, that each person knows only what it feels like for them, but not how it feels for the other. With Z - this really was a kind of revelation to me - the mystery is deeper, and stranger. I know what it feels like for me as I fuck her, even though I cannot really describe these sensations to her; she knows neither how it feels for me, except in so far as I succeed in telling her, nor how it feels for her. So Z and I are in almost the same position with respect to her sensations, and this made fucking her strangely symmetrical, even though this is in turn rooted in a radical asymmetry. Very interesting intellectually - but also a truly great fuck. Ideas and sex are the two things I love, and here they lie nestled within each other.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Quickies
Saturday, nothing.
Sunday, an ill-advised quickie with A in my office. We both agree, by e-mail, that this was a bit of a mistake, as with us a quick fix is not satisfying at all. Not our finest moment, and surely driven by the fact that she is going off for almost two weeks, to the west coast and then for a weekend somewhere. We are therefore unlikely to be together again until Tuesday 24th.
Monday, I went to see Shortbus with Z. This is not a movie review site. The group sex scene seemed a lot more fun than the 'midweek playgroup' that A, K and I visited a while back.
Today, D picked me up and we messed around in the back of her car. On the first day of her period and with no chance of cleaning up, she kept pretty much all her clothes on and the main business of the day was a long, long blowjob. But in one break she sat on my leg and rubbed herself against me while I pinched her nipples, until she came. It took me a while to come to the point of ejaculation, but it happened eventually, after series of my trademark dry orgasms.
Sunday, an ill-advised quickie with A in my office. We both agree, by e-mail, that this was a bit of a mistake, as with us a quick fix is not satisfying at all. Not our finest moment, and surely driven by the fact that she is going off for almost two weeks, to the west coast and then for a weekend somewhere. We are therefore unlikely to be together again until Tuesday 24th.
Monday, I went to see Shortbus with Z. This is not a movie review site. The group sex scene seemed a lot more fun than the 'midweek playgroup' that A, K and I visited a while back.
Today, D picked me up and we messed around in the back of her car. On the first day of her period and with no chance of cleaning up, she kept pretty much all her clothes on and the main business of the day was a long, long blowjob. But in one break she sat on my leg and rubbed herself against me while I pinched her nipples, until she came. It took me a while to come to the point of ejaculation, but it happened eventually, after series of my trademark dry orgasms.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Weekending
But not a weak ending at all. I went to the Kew Motor Inn on Friday around 1.30 pm and got a room, and smoked some pot while waiting for D. I was stoned just enough for that strange time dilation to kick in, so the minutes waiting for her seemed long, and the anticipation was really quite intense. So when she did arrive, I went straight at her, up against the wall. We have never been able to fuck standing up though, so we moved to the bed where I fucked her from behind. And so began another two-and-a-half hours of intense oral, anal, fucking with D.
As usual, the details are by now blurry. In several intense sessions of cunt-eating I felt as if my entire being was intent on driving her from one orgasm to the next, and while this was not exactly violent or coercive, there was something aggressive and overriding about it - enjoyable, but perhaps a little frightening as well. I think over the course of the afternoon I gave her clit as intense a workout as I have ever done, or at least packed more into a shorter time than ever before. Yet we also did a lot of fucking, some fairly prolonged and delightful ass-fucking, and she also gave me a couple of top-drawer blowjobs. At the end, when it was already time to leave, she went down on me and we ended up fucking again, only to be interrupted by the desk-clerk with the fifteen-minute warning. But D pleaded for 'ten more strokes' so we went at it again until I came, pulling out and ejaculating on her belly.
The mirrored room is not entirely useless to me, but unless I put my glasses on I can see little but unfocussed figures fucking. If I do put my glasses on then I look disturbingly old, but D and I do look very good together. She is incredibly flexible and supple, so we end up in positions that look extraordinarily uncomfortable and yet are not at all.
Now it is the weekend proper, and so there is nothing to report, nothing in prospect. The week to come? A is going to the west coast for almost two weeks. I hope to spend as much time as I can with Z. And perhaps there will be other adventures as well.
As usual, the details are by now blurry. In several intense sessions of cunt-eating I felt as if my entire being was intent on driving her from one orgasm to the next, and while this was not exactly violent or coercive, there was something aggressive and overriding about it - enjoyable, but perhaps a little frightening as well. I think over the course of the afternoon I gave her clit as intense a workout as I have ever done, or at least packed more into a shorter time than ever before. Yet we also did a lot of fucking, some fairly prolonged and delightful ass-fucking, and she also gave me a couple of top-drawer blowjobs. At the end, when it was already time to leave, she went down on me and we ended up fucking again, only to be interrupted by the desk-clerk with the fifteen-minute warning. But D pleaded for 'ten more strokes' so we went at it again until I came, pulling out and ejaculating on her belly.
The mirrored room is not entirely useless to me, but unless I put my glasses on I can see little but unfocussed figures fucking. If I do put my glasses on then I look disturbingly old, but D and I do look very good together. She is incredibly flexible and supple, so we end up in positions that look extraordinarily uncomfortable and yet are not at all.
Now it is the weekend proper, and so there is nothing to report, nothing in prospect. The week to come? A is going to the west coast for almost two weeks. I hope to spend as much time as I can with Z. And perhaps there will be other adventures as well.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Hidden in plain sight
Periodically, but especially under pressure from the questions and probings of others, I contemplate the propriety of this blog. A private journal, hidden in the safest place of all, where anyone can stumble across it? A hook hung to see what bait it attracts? An exercise in vanity and boasting? A document, no less but no more tainted than others, to be made use of by whoever is inclined? All of the above?
I will be perfunctory.
Yesterday, A. Two hours at the Liberty Inn, with memories of Z hanging over me and, by dint of my conversation, over A as well. But a lot of fun, and a confirmation that though we may have hit a peak that cannot be surpassed last Thursday, still the uplands that we normally inhabit are magnificent.
At night, a really good intra-marital fuck with C, preceded by my massaging her legs and then going down on her. I am slowly extending the duration of our fucks too, partly deliberately. But I come more easily, more quickly, with her than with anyone.
Today, J, who had a day off work. Over the course of four hours we did a huge amount of fucking and I seem to have done some damage to my left knee. Being with J is so totally different from being with A that it is almost comical. But both are utterly wonderful to fuck. J is less active, though not more submissive.
Tomorrow, D.
I will be perfunctory.
Yesterday, A. Two hours at the Liberty Inn, with memories of Z hanging over me and, by dint of my conversation, over A as well. But a lot of fun, and a confirmation that though we may have hit a peak that cannot be surpassed last Thursday, still the uplands that we normally inhabit are magnificent.
At night, a really good intra-marital fuck with C, preceded by my massaging her legs and then going down on her. I am slowly extending the duration of our fucks too, partly deliberately. But I come more easily, more quickly, with her than with anyone.
Today, J, who had a day off work. Over the course of four hours we did a huge amount of fucking and I seem to have done some damage to my left knee. Being with J is so totally different from being with A that it is almost comical. But both are utterly wonderful to fuck. J is less active, though not more submissive.
Tomorrow, D.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Mystery in the meatpacking district
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