Fucking

After a walk with L, I passed a tiny, curvy woman and was swamped with a very specific desire — not for her, exactly, but for the feeling of a small body yielding to my forcefulness.

A paralyzed man’s quest to experience sex, a sex surrogate who treats the encounter like a medical procedure, and my frustration that the movie can’t imagine foreplay as part of the assignment.

Given my druthers, I’d simply lie back and be ministered to. This makes me a boring sexual partner, but at least I’m self-aware about it.

Back to Le Trapeze with Jen and Mara — lockers, towels, and a growing audience.

I find myself remembering something from long ago as I go down on Mara…. It’s the taste of an Israeli pussy.

Jen begged me to fuck her. Well, sort of begged. I was feeling generous.

Mara and Jen and I have a fuck-load of fun at Le Trapeze. And not just with the three of us.

The second time with Jen, I didn’t make the same mistake. I was in perfect control.

From the strip club to the hotel room, I directed your orgasms by text — and then joined you for the rest.

She tells it better than I could.