Deb and Anat are having girlfriend chat at the diningroom table. Shopping, work, girlfriend chat. Being bad influences on each other.

An amazing sleepover date with Sara last night. One of those times when we connected extremely well, emotionally and physically. Everything I did just got her higher and higher. We started out playing with Remy and Claire. Remy had asked Claire to meet him at the cabin to stay the night.

Claire was wearing a frilly blouse, black lacy bra, skirt, and flats (because she only had work shoes). She was nervous and unsure about how she looked. She never dresses up to intentionally look sexy.

Claire: "I wanted to know what it would be like to come to you willing instead of wanting to kill you."

She sucked him off really deep and wouldn't stop until he came. Remy pulled her head off of his cock once, but she went back to work on him as soon as she could. She said she wanted to see if she could do it. Make him come. In her mouth. She wasn't worried about his ability to get it up again.

I ran my hand up under her skirt and found all bare ass. I commented that I had been hoping that she didn't have anything on under that skirt. "I do have something on under this skirt." I was intrigued. "What's under here?" Answer: a goddam sexy black thong is what. It was the thong that Deb bought for Sara. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Honey.

I stripped her down to the thong and covered her with my body as she lay face down. I ground my hips into her ass. I marked her with my knife, slicing lines down her spine and along the lines of the thong.

It was amazing to feel how wet she was. All I had to do was push the fabric of the thong to one side and sink in. So, so, so hot. I fucked her on her back, lying face down, and on her knees.

After that (and after catching our breath), we broke out of character and I started playing gently with her ass, which turned into fucking her with my hand (enormous volumes of splashing), which turned into fucking her ass and cunt at the same time with three of my fingers in her vagina and my pinky in her ass. It wasn't rough, but it was vigorous. Amazing, amazing sex. We decided that last night was the climax to my Month Of Sex and we just have two days left for the denoument.

And here, for your reading pleasure, is the post coital conversation a la Weetabix. Though I think the conversations with Esteban that she relates don't happen right after sex.

Bad: Tantric sex can't possibly be better than this.
Sara: Tantric sex sounds boring. I want my orgasm now!
Bad: I want my penetration.
Sara: Oh, there's penetration, there's just no fucking.
Bad: Ew. *snore sounds*
Sara: Yeah.
Bad: You'd get out a book.
Sara: *Laughing, thoughing off a coughing fit for two minutes.* If you make me piss the bed, you're changing the sheets.

I decided to get myself off as we were trying to go to sleep. I have just this to say: the vibrator upstairs SUCKS. I'm used to my nice subtle vibrator downstairs that's not so powerful and yet I can still get off with a gentle touch. The one upstairs is like a freaking jackhammer. And it cranks out as many decibels as a leaf blower. With Sara's help (some nasty talk in my ear) I finally found success.

Casualties: 2 condoms, 1 towel, 1 bed pad, thong (not shredded)