A companion gave me his phone number weeks ago. "Call him. Just call him," woman said. I’d finished dating. It wasn’t the man. Well, maybe a little. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the moment. I just want to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My partner shrugged. "Call him," maiden said again. I was the youngest of three ladies. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their boy pals. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, pushed away, more groping. I had dreams, murky pictures in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my longing. Like cocks were doing instantly.
Oh, I’d had lots of cocks the last few years, large ones, small ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and cocks that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fucking, and cocks this desired anything but your basic bang. And I’d lie in bed afterwards with every 1 of those cocks (never chaps, or men, just cocks), damp, salty, sometimes fumbling in the dark after they started snoring, and I wanted more, less, nothing, everything. I desired something I couldn’t admit to myself. I desired and wanted, but I was afraid.

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