Sara and Doug arrived about ten minutes later and she kissed me passionately before declaring, “We are going to go to bed now! I cannot control myse...f any longer!” I bid them a goodnight and Sara shouted, “I am sorry for the noise that we will be making, but we will be loud!” Sara went on, “or at least, I will!” She wasn’t joking! The screams of ecstasy filled the house until the early hours of the morning. I worked myself off three times to the sounds of two people making wild passionate. All the rest of my life was living out a fantasy.After I made it to my condo, without being kissed I might add, I dressed for bed. I checked my mail and answered the ones that needed answering, before I fell into bed. I just turned off once I laid my head on that pillow.One minute it was Monday night the next it was Wednesday morning. The journal entries for Tuesday were more or less nothing at all. It appeared that I just took messages for Royce, and went fishing at the marina. Neither of. I’m crying.Many minutes later, I dare to move. With slightly trembling fingers, I check the state of my still-throbbing core. My vulva is still covered. I am still filled, stuffed full, now with a cock that gently pulses instead of jackhammering orgasms into me – only for the moment, the pulse seems to say. I’m still here. Waiting. I’m not done with you, not even close.The thought sends another shiver down my body. A colder one, this time.I hurry to clean up, wipe myself down with a towel, and. Amelia passed out, and I loved the sight of her moist body glistening from the moonlight. I gazed at the ceiling feeling in an accomplished mood. I had sex with Amelia and looked forward to adding her name to my black book. Thoughts of me not living the life as an insatiable womanizer finally crossed my mind. It was going to be a challenge for me to be faithful with Bracha with so many gorgeous professional women in New York City. The next morning, I heard the shower running, and went to the.