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From my novel, “A Chance
To Wear The Dress”
Two wet bodies There is
complete silence among them while they watch in awe…just breathless
anticipation. There is not a dry vagina or a limp penis in the group. One
man’s manhood is two seconds away from releasing. Another man stands
frozen in disbelief. His heart has taken a knife through it. He had a
chance at her heart, but took a dip into her sex and walked away.
My breath’s been stolen by the
visual reward that stands wet in front of me. My heart becomes heavier
than my penis. I shake my head and say nothing. My desires have already
lubricated the tip of my penis.
I’m sure that after watching this performance, even the females have to go to the toilet room to wipe the moisture from their panties… She used to be confident woman with liberal ideas about a man’s need for sex. At the age of thirty-four, she has given her heart and body to enough men to where she accepts that a man will not allow a woman to enter his heart if his manhood has not explored her body. A man’s bad behavior is the real enemy, not the bodies he sticks his penis into… I understand Exploding with joy, she agrees
to go with him.
It took all of thirteen minutes
before a horrifying chill soared through her body. Numbness paralyzes her
speech. Distress astounds her. Sadness restricts her movement. Water
instantly pours from her tear ducts. Her legs give way sending her to the
floor. He had introduced her to his wife. Not at all surprised by the
collapsed woman on her floor, his wife asks, “You did her, didn’t
you?”
“No.” he replies. “Not
completely. She did me.” Without the love of a man, my life is empty. Without his touch, my life is without joy. I need him. If he chooses to spread his joy in a playground of lies, wicked sex, and deceit, I, with a silent tongue, a cooperative body, and lust burning within me, will lay under all four bases, be at the top of every slide, and swing higher than all the rest. Without ridicule, questions, or judgment, my kindness and my lust will be here waiting. And when he chooses to give his body to me, I will fondle and molest my way back to being seen by him as the best sex he’s ever had. I love him. This is the only thing I know to be real. |
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