Resume; the unkindest cut

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

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

Now, though, I will resume.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vacation, vocation
April 13th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Incompleteness
April 2nd, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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


Sat mng mtg
April 2nd, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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


E on the B
March 29th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


March madness
March 26th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

D and I are in the endgame, I think.


Start the week
March 19th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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


Clean-up
March 12th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

F
February 25th, 2007 by eryximachus

Thursday: an interesting day.

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

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

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

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

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


Keeping it holy
February 21st, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

Sunday: nothing.

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

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

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

A week’s worth.


Wednesday (VD)
February 14th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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


Tuesday with Z
February 14th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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


Monday
February 14th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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


Friday, Saturday
February 10th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



E follows D
February 9th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Completeness
February 8th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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


Backtracking
February 8th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Ninety minutes
February 7th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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

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


February 7th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

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


February 4th, 2007 by eryximachus

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

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

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

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

Catch and release

A while ago I met a man who is, like me, a liar, cheat, and adulterer. A had put me in touch with him, or him in touch with me, for reasons that are rather sordid - she did not much like the guy, but he had an apartment that stood empty most of the time, and it had occurred to A that if I befriended this man - M - perhaps he would get off on the idea of loaning me his apartment, thus saving me the cost of short-stay hotels.

That project went nowhere. But talking to M merely increased my sense of puzzlement about other men. M has been moderately successful in meeting women through Craigslist and other online sites, but he rarely sees these women more than once or twice. He loses interest, no longer communicates with them, turns his attention to someone new. I suspect that there are a lot of men like M out there. But that is not my modus operandi at all - there is hardly a woman mentioned in this blog who I have not seen repeatedly. When these connections do come to an end, it is not typically because of loss of interest either. L got angry with something I wrote in an e-mail and asked me not to write to her ever again; but I recently had an e-mail from her asking that we not part on hostile terms. F decided she had had enough of purely recreational fucking; but then a while later e-mailed to say she was reconsidering her policy. Z, now back in NYC briefly, is no longer someone I have sex with, but a good friend.

I don't understand men who lose interest after the first or second time. Even if the first time is great, which it can be, the second time is usually better, the third better still, and soon one is having so much fun, giving and receiving so much pleasure, that it is impossible to lose interest. A man like M does not come across as a 'notch on the bedpost' type, but of course that must be how he appears to women who he fucks and then forgets. I like novelty as much as anyone, but for men like M novelty is a matter of adding to a list of women who he has fucked, whereas for me it is a matter of adding to the list of women who I do fuck.

The story of M took a somewhat bizarre turn when it emerged that he had communicated with F and met her for coffee. He pressured her to meet him again, and - this I know from F, who was rather upset by it - then spent his time running me down, accusing me of being a player putting women at risk, etc. In other words, he said anything he could to dislodge me from F's favor and insert himself in my place. A, told about this, pronounced the man a prick and a shit, and that is surely right. I don't care about the slur to my reputation, though I would not act that way myself - I am, after all, a liar, cheat, and adulterer. I do care about the upset he caused F, which is not acceptable. M is, I suppose, like a catch and release fisherman, who enjoys setting up and casting, and hooking the fish and reeling it in. Fair enough. But what is not fair is dumping poison in the water and then scooping out the comatose fish.

On this analogy, I am someone who prefers to add the fish I catch to the keep-net. But the analogy is a poor one, for fish in a keep-net are caged. D, perhaps, is trapped by her emotional dependence, and it is a struggle for her to swim freely. But I have no interest in containment, any more than I have in trickery. A man like M may use lures, but I simply try to be as completely myself as I can, and see what happens. I am sufficiently odd for that to drive many people away, but those who are attracted end up with something honest, and something lasting also. K I have not seen in a long time, and our e-mail contact is sporadic. Yet she wrote the other day to tell me of a charming dalliance she had with a jockey who was completely tiny, and to seek comfort after a little heartbreak caused by falling for a poet.

Alibis

Though my therapist is sceptical, I believe that just about all the thrill of being a liar, cheat, and adulterer derives from the sex itself. The lying and cheating are means, not ends, and not themselves the source of any pleasure. But like any craft, lying and cheating can be done well or poorly, and there is a satisfaction in doing them well.

Lying and cheating in the service of adultery is mainly a matter of coming up with alibis and sticking to them. Alibis are of critical importance for me, for I am practising adultery from home, rather than on the road. MJ, a man who A fucked once (and chose not to go back again) is in a totally different position, as he lives in a state far away - the one that looks like a flaccid cock dangling off the right coast of the US - and travels to NYC on business once a week or so, staying in an apartment he owns here. So he has evenings and nights with no marital supervision of any kind; he can, if he chooses, talk to his wife while a woman is sucking his cock. I, on the other hand, must return home each evening; unless my family is away, I cannot bring women to the place where I live. I must find time to be away from home, and in order to do that I must have alibis. Work provides some of these ready-made, and not much of interest can be said about those, as the details anyway would vary from one job to another. The non-work alibi, on the other hand, is a fascinating topic, of general interest.

An alibi must, above all else, be plausible. But plausibility is itself malleable. My career as a liar, cheat, and adulterer has lasted a little over a year-and-a-half, and in the course of that time I have slowly altered my habits. I now swim regularly, using the pool at work. I go to yoga. I have joined a small instrumental group that gives occasional concerts. In other words, I have been improving myself in ways that my wife could not fail to approve, and these alibis have a special strength because that is so. Three years ago I was depressed, lethargic, took no exercise, had no interests, was miserable, but I was truthful, honest, and faithful. Now I have more energy, am busy at work and with my other activities, exercise and extend my body in healthy ways - these are all changes that my wife supports. Unbeknownst to her, they accompany my becoming a liar, cheat, and adulterer.

Swimming is, in many ways, the perfect alibi. It is a solitary activity, so there are no issues about your wife wanting to meet your swimming buddies. It takes place in the sort of venues where cellphone reception is crappy, and anyway your cellphone bleats harmlessly in the locker while you do your laps, so being incommunicado is neatly explained. Pools are slippery places - that weird scratch must have happened when you fell getting out of the pool. And swimming is followed by a shower, just like sex, so it is hardly surprising that you come home smelling of strange soap and shampoo. On top of all of this, because of the moralism surrounding physical fitness, swimming is a virtuous activity, not one to which a wife can easily object, and so not like, say, shooting little birds.

Yoga is another excellent alibi, and sprains or contusions from complex sexual positions or over-energetic pounding can easily be attributed to some new pose. I know almost nothing about yoga, but I believe that Iyengar is probably the style of yoga that functions best as an alibi, as it involves the use of odd equipment, and so has the potential to explain even such incriminating marks as rope burns. At my yoga studio - well, the one I went to just a few times in reality, but have gone to very many times in LCA-land - the Iyengar studio has a rope wall, and straps are often used around the arms, or the legs. Iyengar is also relatively strenuous, so showering is neatly explained.

A good alibi is a fine thing, but only because of what it enables. Two hours at the Liberty Inn with L and her delightful, grabby cunt is the end; the alibi of yoga is the means. Perhaps there are men for whom the lying and cheating are what gives adultery its zest; if so, they are, to my mind, confusing the means with the end. But they might retort that I am the one who is confused, thinking that sexual delight is the goal, rather than the pleasure of putting one over on the wife or girlfriend. Well, I think I have the better view, and I suspect I am having better sex too.

Thursday through Saturday

On Thursday, D and I spent three hours and change at the Kew. She seems to have entered a phase in which her orgasms (always from oral) are becoming more and more intense.

On Friday, I had enough free time in the late morning to visit F for a brief but very enjoyable session.

This morning, under the pretext of a Saturday morning yoga session, I met with A, who came back from XX yesterday and is off to the left coast tomorrow.

I realise that these telegraphic entries are of no interest to anyone - but I do not, just at the moment, feel that I have a voice with which to talk about details. Perhaps I never did.

Keeping it up

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Hypersexuality

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Four days

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Afternoon in the suburbs

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.