Youth

I spent much of my twenties in bars. I never had a drinking problem, but I spent many late nights drinking, mostly with the same crew.

She dressed for me. She did precisely as I asked. I made her cry with my hands, my belt, on her ass, and I filled her mouth with my cum. In addition to feeling my cock rest deep inside her. Want to read?

My body is reminding me I’m mortal, and my brain is responding in predictable, if unsettling, ways.

My body responds before my mind does, but thankfully, my mind wins every time — and it’s not virtue, it’s something deeper and darker that keeps me honest.