If you could count up all the times that you have had sex and divide by the number of different people that you’ve had sex with most people will come up with a fairly big number and much larger than 2, meaning most of your sexual experiences are not the first time with that person. Yet most erotica seems to be written about first time or one time experiences. Why is that? My interpretation is that the first ones are memorable experiences and more likely to be worth writing about. But what could make the 6th time, or 27th time, or 1,048th time memorable?

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The room in Cefalu had a small balcony but not much of a view. We were on the third and top floor but our view consisted of the trees across the street and in the far distance was the ocean. The balcony was a porch that the rooms on the floor shared and was separated by a wall that was taller than Jeff’s 5′ 10″ for the first part and then sloped down to the height of the railing, probably to allow more viewing and sun. If you looked straight down over the railing you could look into the porches of the second floor because their balconies were much longer than ours.

We didn’t plan to spend much time in our room anyway. Cefalu is an amazing city of natural and historic views and in good weather there’s no reason to be inside if you are a visitor. Our first full day had been spent hiking the hill up to “Tempio di Diana” (Temple of Diana) and after that excursion we decided to sleep late and then spend a lazy day at the beach. Because the hotel was a distance from the beach and central areas of town we packed everything that we might want so that we wouldn’t have to return until we were done for the day.

The beaches are made of beautiful golden sand and at this time of year are covered with all shapes and forms of tourist bodies like ours. Thin bodies, wide bodies, dark bodies, some painfully white bodies (I hope they were well sunscreened), kids bodies, old bodies. I like to look at bodies so I was entertained. Jeff is more narrow in his interest. Where my interest is not restricted by gender or shape, he’s only interested in looking at women and mostly only ones that meet his tastes, which means cleavage that you could easily bury a cell phone in or butt cheeks that are well rounded and more than a handful. Maybe that’s why he was so interested in climbing the hill to see Diana. My cleavage meets his minimum interest level and I know that my butt is one of my best assets thanks to Jamaican heritage on my mother’s side. My sure-fire method of generating interest on his part (not that initiating is normally needed) is to bend over at the waist to look at something, preferably while wearing thong underwear covered by a soft cotton dress that molds to outlines well, as well as being easy to lift.

So the major part of the day was spent sunning, swimming, reading and looking. There seemed to be a lot of different nationalities which would make sense given the time of year, and the beach traffic was largely youngish and definitely provided enough samples for Jeff’s tastes. I enjoyed pointing some examples out to him as they arrived so that he wouldn’t miss out. He’s slightly nearsighted and refuses to buy prescription sunglasses so when he’s wearing sunglasses that means that he’s not seeing distances too clearly. It’s fun to discuss though. I know it’s objectifying a body that belongs to an actual person but at the same time it’s also like appreciating art or a beautiful sunset; it just is and it’s there, so why not discuss and share the enjoyment.