Alex and Lauren watching "Intimate Strangers" with Asia Carrera.

Lauren talked Alex into watching one of his porn tapes with her. She lay down on the couch with her head in his lap, and the hard-on was soon evident under his light sweats.

They watched a few scenes, appreciating Asia's real or at least realistic response to whatever was being done to her. Lauren would ask if he liked this or that. He'd explain why he did or didn't, including the phenomenon of getting turned on even if the porn is bad.

We started making out on the couch. I took her bra off but just pulled it out of her shirt. She offered to suck me off while I watched the tape, which I really enjoyed, though I ended up watching her work on my cock more than the television screen. I put her on her back and returned the favor, letting her watch as I worked on her nipples and eased my hand between her legs.

I teased her until she was dripping wet and asking for me to take my fingers inside her panties. I tried not to.

"We weren't going to do that tonight. We were just going to hang out."
"I want you. I want more than your hand. I want to feel your cock inside me."
"Do you want to go upstairs?"
"Yes."

So you can see what a fight I put up. If we'd been on some sort of no-penetration restriction I think I could've resisted but short of that, nope.

We went up into the cold attic and I advised her to get under the covers before she took her clothes off. She did. She took off her jeans and let me take care of her shirt and panties. She left her socks on. It was pretty cold. I tucked a couple condoms into the waistband of my harness so that they could warm up.

I was talking to her before I fucked her, and I was saying something about wanting her to be so ready and eager for me that she was completely open, that when I threw myself into her, there would be no resistance. I remember her asking if I fucked her as hard as I wanted to, or did I hold back. I told her that I had held back except that one time when I lost control, when she wanted me to stop, and I didn't. I remember that time was when we talked about safe words afterward.

She said she remembered that but couldn't remember why she wanted me to stop. She found herself craving that kind of abandon now. She wanted me to fuck her that way, completely, fiercely. So I did.

I accidently banged her still-sensitive nose, but other than that it was amazing. I can still feel it in my arms and back today and we have another date tonight.

I fucked her as she lay on her belly and with her on her knees. And then I started trying to talk her into letting me start playing with her ass. As Lauren, she had a grossed-out teenager response. I got explanatory. That didn't work too well. I never convinced her.

After cuddling, I told her that I had another trip coming up, this one to Las Vegas, and that I wanted to hook up with a couple friends while I was there. Girlfriends. We had a talk about that. And then she told me she'd gotten more interested in a couple of guys at her school, and we had a pretty funny talk about that. I told her I needed to do background checks and to give me their names. She kept quiet.

Finally we got around to hand fucking. She came in buckets. Huge, huge orgasms. We soaked one towel and pad and trashed another just cleaning up. Ungh. Very hard to get out of bed and get dressed.

Our official date night this week started off with Sara and I headed to the Post Office after Sara had had one of those discombobulating interludes where what you though you were going to do after work to get ready to go on your date turns into a series of odd things that would never happen on an ordinary evening and you just feel entirely thrown off your game.

But, we were stepping away from that and going to the Post Office was one thing we'd said we'd do before the date started, and we were both happy just to be spending some time with each other as much as we were looking forward to the sex part later on. Of course we got the second slowest employee at the P.O. The slowest one being the clerk next to her with whom she was bitching about everything under the sun.

Sara pointed out her favorite clerk, who had serviced 80 customers in the time that it was taking our clerk to get through the stack of books that Sara was mailing. While Sara's back was turned, fave clerk waved at me. I waved back. I knew what she was thinking. I poked Sara and told her the clerk was waving. Sara turned around, caught the clerk's eye and waved. The clerk's jaw dropped. She'd thought that I was Sara. It happens to us fairly frequently when we're out together. People think we're twins. Neither of us really see it. Plus, if we were twins, that would make the sex really weird. (I stole that joke from Sara, who uses it when people think that Jake is her teenage son.)

Next we went to Wendy's where Sara, who's recommitted to her Weight Watchers regimen, thoroughly enjoyed a kid's meal with real Coke.

We went back home and had our date. It wasn't one that needs a lot of blow-by-blow retelling. We didn't play with any characters, except for a little impromptu nameless vamp action. It was just us, making love, having sex, enjoying each other.

I remember getting ready to crawl in the bed and seeing Sara looking up at me and thinking how incredibly beautiful her eyes are. They're a rich, liquid brown.

I remember loving the way our bodies move together and how natural it feels to match the rhythm of my hips to hers and then step it up when her excitement starts to mount and she flings her arms around my neck and I can throw myself into the motion of thrusting and feel more graceful and athletic than I ever do anywhere else.

I remember she came really hard that evening, too, and we soaked a couple of towels.

We talked about maybe getting to have one or two sleepovers when Deb is in South America. I'm looking forward to that.

Took the second of my comp days from the conference on Friday and spent a good part of the day with Sara having an extended lunch-date-nap-date.

She came over in the early afternoon for soup and sandwiches. She wore her hoochie clothes that she feels so sexy in, a very close fitting shirt and low rider jeans and mary janes.

We'd planned to play with Julian and Eleanor, so we watched some of the vampire porn DVD she got me for Christmas. It's called "Dark Angels," and it's pretty good for straight porn. The production values are fairly high budget.

The scenario for our date was that Julian got a craving for Eleanor's ass and brought her to his house using his mind. He know that pisses her off when he does that, especially if she has other plans, but he doesn't care.

When she walked into the bedroom she said, "You don't feel hungry."
"It's not that kind of hunger."
"What is it then?"
"It's a craving. You know when your mind sets its sights on something and you just can't settle down until you get it? That's it."

I took her head in my hands and leaned her up against the St. Andrew's cross and started what I intended to be a bodily seduction that would end with her on her knees and my cock in her ass.

I pushed her down to the bed, turned on some music. I let myself get lost in her skin and the curve of her waist and the taste of her, slowly undressing her as I went. She set her mouth around my cock and from my vantage point I could see the top of her head, and then the curve of her shoulders, and beyond that the absolutely beautiful round of her ass, framed by her black thong and the lip of her jeans pushed slightly down around her hips. If my dick was real I don't know if I'd be able to get beyond that stage of the date. I'd want her to keep sucking until I was dry.

But, this is Julian, and his dick stays hard all day long. He brought out a short length of rope and tied her wrists together over her head, fastening them to the bed so that she couldn't bring them down. He drank. Just a little. Just to take her into the place in her head where she knows she's food and relishes that role.

I took off her jeans, leaving the thong in place but stroking her, delving into the heavy slick of her cunt. Then I moved down and took her with my mouth. A firm bite on her thigh, just enough so that in her mind she could register it as broken skin and more flowing blood, and then I moved on to her clit and lips. Laving, sucking, teasing. When her hitched breathing reached a certain pitch that called to me, I rose up, slid the condom on, and eased the full length of my cock into her.

Something happens with a woman's body, and you can see it on her face, when you slide inside and it's just what she's been waiting for, when your cock parting the soft flesh and making a place for itself is just exactly what she needed to feel. I think of all the intricate and blissful parts of sex, possibly next to her release, that's the one I crave most. It doesn't have to be cock. It can be my hand, too. And I might get to experience it five or six times in one date. But it's special every time.

We fucked like that for a while, with me braced above her, face-to-face, and when she was ready for a little breather, I got up, swapped out the cyberskin dick for Denzel, and pulled down one of the long lengths of rope. Her wrists were still tied together and secured to the head of the bed, and I had her get on her elbows and knees. I wrapped the rope from the bend of her elbow up her biceps around to the bend of her knees and up the backs of her thighs, around and around, and then I wrapped the rope around the middle, bringing the two sides of the loop together and tightening it.

I know that being tied makes her wetter, more open, which is why I was sure she could take Denzel at that point, and she did. We fucked more, fucked hard. I was using her as my fuck toy and she was loving it. I rolled her onto her back so that her legs were in the air from the bondage. I drew thin lines from her ass up the back of her thighs with the tip of my knife and then I pulled out a narrow leather strap and lashed across the lines until I could see the red imprints from the strap. And then I fucked her again, laying in hard. A little too hard. Had to ease off then.

I went back to the smaller dick, took off the ropes, and got ready to prepare her ass for me. She was pretty tranced out by that time. It was easy to glove up and spread the lube into her. I played with two fingers inside her cunt as I opened her ass with another. She was ready. I slid in easily and covered her with my body, pinning her to the bed.

It wasn't a fierce, pounding ass fucking but more of a slow, controlled movement which, in a way, is more intimate. When it's like that, I can feel the nuances of her body's reaction better. I can feel her clench around my cock and feel the press and resistance as I push further inside. It was amazing.

After cleaning up, it was time to let her pass out for awile, and I was ready to drift off, too. In fact, I was out like a light for a long time, curled around her with my arm curled under her neck and wrapped around her folded arms and chest. I love sleeping with her like that.

I woke up long before she did, though. I masturbated twice, peed a couple times, got a book. As we had drifted off to sleep, I told her that I knew she had one more huge orgasm waiting for me to pull it out of her with my hand. She said yes she did and that I could wake her up with it. Well, I tried to wake her up with kisses and trying to roll her onto her back. No dice. She gave me a warning grunt not to try anything and curled tighter and kept sleeping. I thought about getting up and going downstairs and doing stuff, but I just couldn't pull myself away. Especially after she turned back to face me and curled up into my chest.

Eventually she did rouse awake, and we did have that one or two more fucks, and we talked about how we wished we could just keep going all night. But it was after six p.m. by then, and I knew Deb would be home soon, and Sara had things she'd wanted to get done that day. So we made each other get up and put our clothes back on.

We kissed. We said our I love you's. We made our way to the door. It's so hard to let her go when we've spent an afternoon like that. I keep wanting to take her in my arms and pull her body into mine just one more time before she goes.

Wonderful, wonderful date.

Casualty list: two towels, one bed pad, three latex gloves, at least four regular size condoms, maybe more, one large size condom.