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...it had been 5 years
Posted: 2022-05-17 21:52:22
Edited: 2022-05-17 21:55:38
It was his truth....shared.
It had been 5 years since last he had dabbled. That evening when he had taken a vow it was his last paid for fuck.
There was no intrigue left. the girls were just younger but, nothing more.
He was the sort that joked with his buddies, one was as young as one felt. That smooth skin, The tightness of butt and breasts not yet affected by gravitational pull.
The naivete or, the arrogance of believing they were so beautiful that a man would drop his whole life for them. It was easy to play them. It was easy to get whatever he wanted.
His pocket was deep and he didn't care to look for anything more meaningful than a babe in her twenties or early thirties ready to jerk him off or, at times ride him or, him ride her.
There were all sorts of hours spent paid for. Times when he was simply lazy and needed her to work hard, thinking she was doing him a favour and then there were times he liked to take control and fuck the living daylight out of her...loving the feeling of his cock strokes in that tight pussy.
In the end...a pussy was a pussy was a pussy and it all became nonsensical and he began to feel his sexual exploitation's were nothing more than a total waste of money.
That was 5 years ago.
5 years older. 5 years of a platonic relationship with his wife, who he doted on and would not give up for anything in the world had aged him. He felt less alive, less man than he had felt in all his life.
He knew, she knew he needed something else to awaken the man in him.
She simply had no urge to satisfy his sexual cravings. She was that sort who did not want to know what he got up to and lived in her world of family blissfulness hoping, he too, was happy in the choices he made...as long as he came home and remained the head of the house.
He returned 5 years later but, this time he chose a more mature sort who knew to press the right buttons and was not easily swayed by his cash and knew to sex him up and send him home with a hop and a skip and hug his wife most tight and hold his wife most close because she was the love of his life after all.
RB.
Edited: 2022-05-17 21:55:38
It was his truth....shared.
It had been 5 years since last he had dabbled. That evening when he had taken a vow it was his last paid for fuck.
There was no intrigue left. the girls were just younger but, nothing more.
He was the sort that joked with his buddies, one was as young as one felt. That smooth skin, The tightness of butt and breasts not yet affected by gravitational pull.
The naivete or, the arrogance of believing they were so beautiful that a man would drop his whole life for them. It was easy to play them. It was easy to get whatever he wanted.
His pocket was deep and he didn't care to look for anything more meaningful than a babe in her twenties or early thirties ready to jerk him off or, at times ride him or, him ride her.
There were all sorts of hours spent paid for. Times when he was simply lazy and needed her to work hard, thinking she was doing him a favour and then there were times he liked to take control and fuck the living daylight out of her...loving the feeling of his cock strokes in that tight pussy.
In the end...a pussy was a pussy was a pussy and it all became nonsensical and he began to feel his sexual exploitation's were nothing more than a total waste of money.
That was 5 years ago.
5 years older. 5 years of a platonic relationship with his wife, who he doted on and would not give up for anything in the world had aged him. He felt less alive, less man than he had felt in all his life.
He knew, she knew he needed something else to awaken the man in him.
She simply had no urge to satisfy his sexual cravings. She was that sort who did not want to know what he got up to and lived in her world of family blissfulness hoping, he too, was happy in the choices he made...as long as he came home and remained the head of the house.
He returned 5 years later but, this time he chose a more mature sort who knew to press the right buttons and was not easily swayed by his cash and knew to sex him up and send him home with a hop and a skip and hug his wife most tight and hold his wife most close because she was the love of his life after all.
RB.
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