Posted by Anne Onymous on Fri, 09/05/2003 - 9:22am.
Archived comment by Matt:
How many years has it been since I felt that warm, inviting, loving touch of a woman? Just thinking about it is starting to depress me. I don't want to remember. It's a dirty road you get led down. I'll probably never be with one again. They all know. It's a small community with no way out and once you find yourself forced into a life like this, there's no way out.
I see the way they all look at me, and I know they know. I'm just living hit to hit now, and all I see around me is darkness. But for a few moments every day, the light comes on and, if only for a second, it seems like everything will be okay.
I saunter over to the shack. I like to think of it as The Pleasure Palace. The guys all know me, of course. Bob, with his greasy mullet and moustache, Darrell with his aging Twins cap that can't decide if its fading in the sun or darkening with sweat and grease, and Jimmy, the new kid, with young kid energy, trying to get some of that old man strength.
"Couldn't wait, eh? Come in a little early?" Bob says to me. I grunt a kind of reply and nod to the other two. And then Darell brings her out. No matter how often I see her, the sight never gets old. Thin, long, and gleaming she is. I try to supress my shiver of anticipation.
"Enjoy, buddy!" Darrell says to me and I feel him slide her right in as Jimmy holds up my tail. It starts as a warm, tingling feeling that gently but progressively courses through my entire body, to the tips of my hoofs and even into my nose ring. Won't be long now. Bob slips in underneath and... awaaaay we goooo!
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That was awesome. Somehow, as often as I get to do this, it never gets old. And as I walk away, maybe something approaching a smile crosses my lips for an instant.
How many years has it been since I felt that warm, inviting, loving touch of a woman? Just thinking about it is starting to depress me. I don't want to remember. It's a dirty road you get led down. I'll probably never be with one again. They all know. It's a small community with no way out and once you find yourself forced into a life like this, there's no way out.
I see the way they all look at me, and I know they know. I'm just living hit to hit now, and all I see around me is darkness. But for a few moments every day, the light comes on and, if only for a second, it seems like everything will be okay.
I saunter over to the shack. I like to think of it as The Pleasure Palace. The guys all know me, of course. Bob, with his greasy mullet and moustache, Darrell with his aging Twins cap that can't decide if its fading in the sun or darkening with sweat and grease, and Jimmy, the new kid, with young kid energy, trying to get some of that old man strength.
"Couldn't wait, eh? Come in a little early?" Bob says to me. I grunt a kind of reply and nod to the other two. And then Darell brings her out. No matter how often I see her, the sight never gets old. Thin, long, and gleaming she is. I try to supress my shiver of anticipation.
"Enjoy, buddy!" Darrell says to me and I feel him slide her right in as Jimmy holds up my tail. It starts as a warm, tingling feeling that gently but progressively courses through my entire body, to the tips of my hoofs and even into my nose ring. Won't be long now. Bob slips in underneath and... awaaaay we goooo!
................
That was awesome. Somehow, as often as I get to do this, it never gets old. And as I walk away, maybe something approaching a smile crosses my lips for an instant.