A companion gave me his phone number weeks ago. "Call him. Just call him," maiden said. I’d finished dating. It wasn’t the studs. Well, maybe a little. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the moment. I just crave to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My pal shrugged. "Call him," girl said again. I was the youngest of three cuties. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their boy comrades. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, pushed away, more groping. I had dreams, murky pics in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my longing. Like cocks were doing immediately. Oh, I’d had lots of cocks the last few years, big ones, small ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and cocks that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic bang, and cocks this wanted anything but your basic bang. And I’d lie in bed afterwards with every one of those cocks (never ginks, or men, just cocks), damp, salty, from time to time fumbling in the dark after they started snoring, and I wanted greater amount, less, nothing, everything.
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