The journey

Back before midnight and witness to a good night out. Good food, good company and good conversation. And having it all there just makes me realise how priveleged I am and how hard it is to have these three things simultaneously.

The Living room is stylish, reasonably priced, and well taken care of. And Desdemona wasted little time in asking me about and deciphering the sexual encounter I had with my Brixton randomer.

Ultimately i think sex is something which isn't easily described. Partly because you lose sense of yourself whilst having it and partly because it's something that seems to splash about like water, nor here nor there...your emotions, your bodily fluids, your thoughts, absolutely everything.

And apparently, according to Desdemona and her friend (who greeted me so kindly with a fashion kiss that there should have been no need for me to ask what she did) I am still very much able to call myself a virgin, although I would prefer the term semi-virgin. You see, dear reader, virginity has never been an issue of penetration for me. I'm an OED rebel and proud! In fact, it has always been about that sexual tingly feeling, that frothing desire that pulses through you like a bolt of electrcity, that gets you excited, so excited. What does it matter whether your cock is inside a hole?

Desdemona rather merrily suggested 'In my eyes, you could be sixty and have given a million blowjobs and still call yourself a virgin.' In this particualr scenario, the question appears to be whatever it was that stopped the 60 year old 'virgin' from getting down and dirty so that all of her holes (including her mouth) were filled.

Another observation I have made is this: It's so easy to get people talking about sex. Too easy. Some people find my sexual openess difficult and unusual to deal with at the start but, as with tonight and the fashion friend, women will talk their sex lives into the air as soon as the seedling is sown.

'I've never had what I would describe as 'great' sex' said the Fashion friend. What a brave woman she is to be able to admit this, and to a man. What surprised me further was the way she described exactly what she liked to do and be done to her. Where the fingers are best placed, why swallowing is always the best way.

DESDEMONA
''I have never spat out his come once, in all my years of blowing. Not once. It's so rude to spit. I mean, where do you spit, where do you put it? It's rude. And it doesn't taste of much really anyways.'

I can see her point: I mean it's all protein and once it's been inside your mouth, there seems little point in spitting it out when it could slide down your throat so easily.

Both girls enjoyed giving blowjobs and liked the taste of a penis. So, I'm left feeling that the fashion friend has all the potential and more to have a bomb of a sex life. To have orgasm after orgasm of toe curling sex. And let's hope she does, because this girl knows what she likes, what to do and what she likes to be done to her.

And once I told them that I had remained more or less errect during my sexual encounter a few days past, they were shocked. And thinking about it, so am I. In honesty I'm frightened of the orgasm, that feeling of Asexual repulsion that sweeps through my body as soon as I've ejaculated. And also, whilst i was with the man, i did'nt feel a need to orgasm. No desire whatsoever. i was pleased to just be there, to learn the control, to enjoy it for what it was, for truly being on the journey without forever seeking the destination. And I am inclined to believe that this is what sex is all about. The journey.