This is a post about fear or rather what I Imagine most men think to themselves when they’re alone with their thoughts. I rolled off of her and got her a towel to wipe the cum and sweat of her body. That body, she was built like porn star. A body made for sex and to be fucked. Her ass was thick and her tiggs where just the right size for naturals, big but not saggy. This was our fourth fuck in less than 12 hours. With each nut I felt my age, like some life force was draining out of me and my heart was going t to explode. But we’d fall asleep and she’d press against me and moan and I’d have to have her again. I wanted to fuck her into my memory, into my DNA, into my being. You wait four years for sex with a woman and you don’t want to forget it. You want to feel as if the waiting was for something more, you pretend you were locked up in prison for a horrible crime you didn’t commit and she waited for you. You pretend you were on the front lines of some war and she waited for you. You over blow the waiting in your head when all it really was, was looking at pictures of her on Facebook at different parties with different men and wishing she was with you. That you were at those parties, that club, or one of those men.
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