Breakfast at Emerson's
Posted on: March 11, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
The sun wasn’t the only object out to greet me this morning. I turned over from sleeping on my side to reveal a morning woody smiling at me from between my legs. “That’s fucking great, this is just what I need,” I irritably mumbled to myself through the pillow covering my face. I removed the pillow and pulled the ice-blue satin sheets over my rock-hard tool so I wouldn’t have to look at it and be reminded of the complete and utter frustration that accompanied last night’s encounter. I’m not really the type of person that meets other guys and hooks up with no strings attached, but I’d been going through a rough time in my life since my boyfriend deserted me for his ex-girlfriend. Who could possibly want to go straight again after being gay? My self-esteem especially took the break-up with difficulty, and I suppose my getting out there and experimenting with random guys was part of that low self-esteem. Before last night, I’d had only a single previous one-night stand. I participated in the most carnal sex of my life that evening, and it felt wonderful. It brushed away all those suspicions I had held about my ex’s reasons for leaving me, foremost my conviction that I had not been good enough in bed for him. That night with the random guy helped me realize once again that I had a pretty good ass and that my ex ...
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