Sexual Luxury

I spent from four O’clock, yesterday afternoon with Diane, the dentist. It was August when I was last with her. The magic of those first meetings was recaptured and are among the very best love making I have ever had. I thought I was getting a bit old for contortions, but we did it every end up. It wasn’t the type of love making where boredom necessitates a variety of positions. They just happened, including Diane, putting her leg high up on the shower wall, while I penetrated her and soaped her all over.. We did it standing. We did the wheelbarrow. We did it doggy, both on the bed and standing. She entwined herself around me while I was standing, with me inside her and her legs locked round my back. She impaled herself on me while I sat on a chair. It went on for two and a quarter hours without a break and then suddenly, she said, ‘I’m hungry.’ We showered again, had more sex in the shower and then had a romantic meal at her favourite restaurant.

We returned to the hotel by nine thirty and started again, falling asleep in each other’s arms. I will see her again on Wednesday evening. This afternoon at two O’Clock, Lucy is coming to see me. Lucy is married but living an almost separate life from her husband. She is not at all adventurous in bed but she does get very turned on, even though it’s almost always ‘missionary.’ I’m due to see her tomorrow, as well. The problem with Lucy is that she is in love with me. I am very fond of her and feel a meeting of souls when we make love, but I have no intention of leaving Norma. However, this is sheer sexual luxury. It beats Swiss Chocolate, caviar (which I love) and Champagne. It is the height of hedonism and I love it.

My Love Diary

I met a new lover, yesterday. As far as my staff and Norma were concerned, I had a meeting 200 miles away at 2 pm. The meeting was a hundred miles away at noon. That meant I could be back by three pm to meet her, four hours earlier than I had said I would be home.

My new lover is 20 years younger than me and married. She was ready for sex and on heat on arrival at the hotel, as was I. We had a wonderful romp and she orgasmed twice. I took a shower afterwards, as always. That isn't so much to wash off the smell of sex, which I adore, but to remove the smell of perfume and cosmetics, which always linger on my skin.

I have told my new lovers that I'm away next week. That's because I am seeing am seeing two occasional lovers, both of them, co-incidentally 42 years old. One of them is the dentist. She is the most passionate woman I've ever encountered. Love making is for hours and hours and quite energetic.

Also, she has the most beautiful black bush. I love female genitalia whether shaved or unshaved, but prefer the natural look. When the dentist is on heat, her labia minora, open erect like the petals of a flower, showing the pink opening. It's the most delicious sight imaginable.

The other woman I'm going to see is in a loveless marriage. The problem is that she tells me she is in love with me. Love making with her is less energetic than the dentist, but it warm, gentle and passionate.

I am going through a very active period in my philandering life, and, enjoying it immensely.

Like Buses, they Come in Groups

I have been trying for some time to gain new lovers, without much success. I had a wonderful time on Sunday with Hilary. She's a divorcee who doesn't want to be tied. On Wednesday this week, I have an assignation with yet another woman, almost 20 years my junior. She was the one with whom I thought I had blown it. You may remember a couple of weeks ago that I said that I had arranged a meeting with a potential lover and asked her if I should book a hotel. She was offended and called the meeting off.

Well, she emailed me a few days later and asked if we could meet. We met last Thursday for lunch, after which we sat in her car and kissed, with heavy petting. She then confessed that she wished I'd booked the hotel, after all.

So, the hotel is booked for Wednesday. On top of that I'm meeting Michelle on Thursday at her place on the other side of town.

Scored Today

Norma goes to Church on Sunday. Today, I went to a service, too - to the centotaph. I feel strongly about the commemoration. After shaking hands with old commrades, I drove a couple of miles to the home of a divorcee. She is woman who wants no ties, but in her words, 'Likes sex.'

She tasted good and, had an unusually large clitoris. That tasted good, too, lubricated by her juices. I have only a small samle from which to make a deduction, but in my experience, the bigger the clitoris, the more a woman likes sex. What's your experience?

Groping in a car park

I told you recently that i had blown it with a woman. i misread her intentions and suggested that we book a hotel on the first date. I apologised but didn't hear from her immediately. She suggested that we should meet after all. We did so today.

She is 19 years younger than me. We had lunch and then I suggested chatting in my car. We did so and embraced. It was a busy car park with lots of people going past, but there was lots of kissing and touching. We both became very turned on. She told me that she regretted turning down the offer of a hotel the previous week.

We are going to meet next week. I have booked the hotel. I also have a new lover lined up for Sunday.

My luck seems to have changed.

New lovers

Again, I apologise to my readers for a long absence. I have been busy and spent every bit of my spare time trying to find new lovers. I have had some success, though a couple of failures, too. One of my prospects sent me lots of explicit emails and texts, such things as, 'You make me wet all the time.'

We had fixed up a meeting and I was bold enough to suggest that I might book a hotel. She seemed deeply offended and asked me what sort of woman I thought she was. I apologised unreservedly, but she dropped me like a hot coal.

There have been successes. I spent two hours this morning with a rather gorgeous divorcee, 41 years old. She doesn't want commitment any more. Fine by me.

Yesterday, I sent a text to a former lover, Lisa. I wasn't even sure if she had the same number. She broke of the relationship to get married. History repeats itself, because Kate had also broken off an affair with me because she was moving in with a man. To my utter surprise, Lisa phoned me instantly. Something rather spooky had happened. She had just returned from taking her husband to the airport where he was to fly to the Gulf to work for two months. She confessed that she often though of me.

We will meet up next week. She feels guilty about it but feels that her needs overide any morals.

Back to my office now.

Little Black Book

I don't have a little black book, but I don't delete e-mails, no matter how old, from women with promise. Nor do I erase phone numbers.

I need new blood, as it were. I need to make love to a women I have never had before. One way of bringing this about is to revisit contacts that fell by the wayside for some reason. This morning, I identified three. One of those was bereaved and had to go overseas for a funeral when we were due to meet. Another's daughter had an accident at school the day we were due to meet and I got stuck in horrible traffic when I was scheduled to meet the third.

I have had extensive phone calls with all of them and got on well. Earlier today, I sent a text to each of them. One has replied and asked me to call her this afternoon. At last, it looks as if I am going to get inside the knickers of a 'new' woman. It make me feel so horny at the thought. I'll keep you posted.

The Scouts and Sex Education

Not many years ago, the Girl Guide organisation merged with the Scouts. On Monday this week, they announced that they would be giving sex education to their members, with the emphasis on not giving in to peer pressure to have sex.

It takes me back to my teenage years. I felt no pressure from my peers. The pressure was from a deep internal drive. I wanted my erect penis inside a vagina. The contemplation of it was so delicious as to be almost unbearable. When it eventually happened, the experience lived up to expectations, and even exceeded them. What I hadn't bargained for was the exquisite delight of the smell and tasteof a girl's juices. That had never been in my fantasies, but often is now.

However, I am not convinced that peer pressure results in many people engaging in sex before they are ready.

The Scout movement could do worse than giving a balanced, uninhibited view of sex, emphasing the sheer joy of bodily union, but the dangers of STDs.

On another tack, it is now some weeks since I emailed Ann. The email didn't bounce but she hasn't replied. I need to decide what to do.

A New Potential from Friends Reunited

Six years ago, I had brief affair with a woman I knew as a teenager. She sent me a message through the Friends Reunited web site. I started an email flirtation with her. It was fairly low key to start with, but when she reciprocated, I turned up the heat somewhat. We had an affair which lasted almost two months, but history repeated itself and she wanted more of me than I could give, so we broke it off.

In August, I received a short message from Dorothyvia the same web site. I don't remember her from childhood, but I do remember her name. She is four years younger than me, so that isn't surprising. I have discovered that her husband is impotent and that she misses the physical side of marriage. Today, I sent her a message conatining some flirtation. Let's see how she responds.

I am already on heat for Dorothy, so let's hope she is up for it.

Church comes to the rescue

Norma went to church this morning and has now gone to the supermarket. She is out of the house almost two hours when she goes to church - ten past ten till around quarter past twelve.

I have been gagging for it for days and unable to carry out my work at 100%, because of the frustration. Kate has been feeling the frustration, too. She told her husband she was going to church this morning (my idea). She arrived just after Norma had left and we had a very steamy time in my lounge. She orgasms easily and I absolutely loved it, feeling her vaginal muscles pulsate around my c**k. I came after an hour and a quarter, gave Kate a quick cup of tea, kissed her goodbye, fluffed up the cushions on the sofa, washed Kate's cup, and cut the back lawn, before Norma came back.

Norma is looking particularly sexy and I will be ready for more by later this afternoon. When she came in, I wanted to run my hand up the inside of her thigh. That will have to wait till she gets back from Sainsubury's. I feel myself to be a lucky guy.