This year I found a strong woman. My mind still reels, my muscles still ache, my office still reeks…

Addendum I (March 21, 1994)

My office at MIT was connected to my secretary’s office, and her office was connected to the notorious “infinite corridor.” Lauren would often join me in the office late at night or on weekends, and she would use my secretary’s desk for her own work. The connected offices felt cozy, and even Lauren enjoyed our time together at MIT. From time to time I would go over to her room to kiss her, or she would come to my office and we would kiss for a while. When the Institute would quiet down we would lock the door of my room, take off our clothes, and make love on one of the chairs in my room. I would sit down and she would straddle me. The chair was just the right height and size for perfect contact. After a few wonderful orgasms we would go back to work. Lauren was a bit anxious about this the first time, but she soon got used to it and started enjoying our love nest at MIT. For a few hours afterwards the strong odor of Lauren’s sweat would be a dead giveaway of our love-making, but no-one has ever shown any sign of noticing it. As everyone knows, MIT is crawling with nerds.

Addendum II (January 21, 2000)

The first year or so, our lovemaking was perfect. There is no other word for it. Perfect. I have not experienced such bliss before or after this period. I hate to trivialize our lovemaking in this way, but we were physiologically perfect for each other, as well. Back then, we took this as an omen. We took it as the proof of our love. While making love to her, I remember exclaiming from time to time: “Feel this, feel this my love, I am the right size for you.” Indeed, it was simply incredible how well we fit. The head of my penis would be nudging against her womb, but she would never hurt from all the shoving and poking. And we made love all the time. We would make love before going to sleep, once or twice in the middle of the night, as soon as we woke up, once or twice during the day. Each time we made love, Lauren would come a number of times. After a month together, she would laugh on occasion: “The number of times I came since I met you is probably larger than the number of times I had come ever before.” She was only twenty-six, but this was nevertheless wonderful to hear. Returning to our lovemaking in my office, this was something akin to food for us back then. No, it was something like air. Not making love for a few hours would be unimaginable. Thus, even a dingy MIT office was just the right place for us. As we could not lie down on the linoleum floor, we used one of the musty chairs in the office. And the chair was perfect, too.

Addendum III (November 24, 2001)

The last time we made love, on November 19, 2001, Lauren and I were pretty close to perfect, too. The only thing that was increasingly far from perfect was that we were making love increasingly less often. However, whenever I managed to get her aroused, it was wonderful to be together. We were the best of partners in bed. I am writing this as she is flying back to Los Angeles after a week in London. Lauren and the children will not be back this year. The entire first year of the new millennium will soon pass without a single time together. Back in 1989 that was unimaginable. Simply unimaginable.