My Tuesday morning fuck with Lesley fell through once again because her husband had decided to work from home this week. “Sad,” I wrote to her, “but book me for next Tuesday.” “You’re booked,” she wrote back. The whore of my dreams.

Addendum (August 27, 2000)

Lesley likes to talk about herself as my whore or my slut. For example, in her last mobile-phone message she refers to last night, when I thought we had a really nice fuck:

I was not my best last night. I will be better. I want you as much as possible until your wife returns. I want to be your personal slut, your property. I want to service you.

Again, the way she was last night was just fine with me. After I made her come, and she came splendidly, I came into her mouth. She encouraged me all the way. She gulped down the whole load with real relish. It is a joy having a slut all my own.