53 years old. 20 years hunkered over a computer. 3 years of celibacy
followed by 2 years of crazy women, women who didn't care, women from
Hell. She's changed all that. Love strikes when you least expect it, a
good hard uppercut to the gut. I've lost 40 lbs, stopped eating cheese
& fatty foods. I go to the gym, do sit-ups, slowly working this sack-of-shit
body into shape. See, she likes the dick, she's training me for sex ...
Since my son left we've been going to my house. I've cleaned it up &
I have a king-sized bed. She taking off my clothes as we get in the door.
She's wearing a strapless dress & no bra. I peel it down, free her
breasts to my hands & mouth, pull it further down over her hips. Massage
her muscular legs. We are on the bed, she is sucking me, stops sez: "I
just got my period but would you mind fucking me?" Well, I'd rather
be sucked off but, sure, no problem. Up & in ...
112 degrees this day, we've been running around since 4 am that morning.
I'm really too tired for this. It is hot in the house, I'm dripping sweat
onto her breasts, pooling on her stomach, running rivulets down either
side of her mound. We've been drinking wine, means she's gonna take awhile.
I fall into a steady rhythm, break stroke, pull it out & tease her
w/the head. It goes on & on and it seems I'm getting sensitive, usually
can turn off that feeling, suppress it to a wild ending, but tonight,
no I'm gonna cum. Shit! I move fast, desperate to push her over but not
happening. I fall out it feels like it fell off, nothing there. "You
can't leave me like this!" she wails, stroking herself. I look at
her, she has the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen, delicate & pedaled,
inside a deep salmon pink. I need maybe ten fifteen minutes to get back
hard. I spread her legs, go down on her. I don't taste the blood, tastes
like her, a taste I could keep in my mouth permanently ...
What is a man? Is it really only this, a hard dick? Is that all there
is, giant airplanes, wars, oilfields, towering cities, science reaching
into space, all these billions of monkey-typed words. For what? To achieve
another hard-on? I wonder why there is no "dick only" school
of philosophy? Perhaps mind is a euphemism, a code word for the real influence,
that unending male drive ...
I lick & lick, sometimes lapping like a dog then just touching her
clit w/the tip of my tongue. I know it's not gonna work, she's thrashing
around but needs the real thing, Slowly, slowly I feel myself reawakening,
a twitch now a throb. I pull myself up my dick turgid full like molten
lead. There is blood everywhere, on the bed, on my hands, my stomach,
a slash across my cheek. Her inner thighs look like they have been rouged,
crunch of rust in my teeth. I enter slowly. "Better take advantage
of this," I growl. She does. I can feel her building up like a wild
wave in a small tank splashing top to bottom till finally with a cry it
washes down into her center. She's going off one after another. We had
no fireworks this year cause of the drought but this makes up, this is
the grand finale. She turns over ass high in the air. I enter her from
behind one leg on the floor the other against the bed for leverage. Thump
thump thump. I love the feel of bouncing against a woman's ass I love
it I ... damn cum again ...
I fall, shot. She tries to climb on top but I've really gone dark, black
wool is gathering. She cuddles up to me whispers: "bill, yer a vampire
now."
"Close the coffin door honey"
"I think I feel a dawn"
