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.