A ally gave me his phone number weeks agone. "Call him. Just call him," that babe told. I’d stopped dating. It wasn’t the men. Well, maybe a adult baby. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the pont of time. I just crave to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My ally shrugged. "Call him," that babe told afresh. I was the youngest of 3 beauties. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their guy allies. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, poked away, greater quantity groping. I had fantasies, murky images in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my lust. Like schlongs were doing now.
Oh, I’d had lots of rods the final small in number years, large ones, diminutive ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and schlongs that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fuck, and knobs that wanted everything but your basic fuck. And I’d lie in couch afterward with each one of these jocks (never males, or dudes, just ramrods, damp, salty, sometimes fumbling in the darksome after they started snoring, and I wanted greater quantity, less, no thing, anything. I wanted smth I couldn’t admit to myself. I wanted and wanted, but I was afraid.

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