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Satin Met a Laddie
Satin unlocked in him something buried deep inside. The silky touch of that wondrous material made his skin sing and his nerves burn with delightful yearning.
He still remembered the first time he felt it. He was a teenager, rummaging through his parents' things in that small window between when he got home from school and when they got home from work. He never knew what kind of treasures he'd unearth in their chest of drawers. Once he found a Polaroid picture of a naked woman, a healthy bush between her legs, her toes pointed skyward, her back arched painfully.
He was just learning the mysteries of women when his hand swept across the soft, slick fabric of his mother's slip. He stopped there, his fingers caressing, a crackle of electricity running through him, grounding him to the spot. From that moment he'd never be the same.
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Feb 29, 2012
The Class Reunion
In high school I had one girlfriend, Lorena Wright. They were the most frustrating years of my life. More than education, band, music, or hanging out with friends, I wanted to lose my cherry. Alas, my girlfriend suffered from a case of Catholicism.
Sure, we fooled around but it was always with our clothes on. I wanted to know the mechanics of a girl. I wanted to know what a pussy looked, smelled, and tasted like. Her pussy, specifically. But that was not to be. She gave me a couple of hand jobs and she'd get herself off by rubbing herself against my leg but that was the extent of our intimacy.
I'll admit that I spent a lot of time masturbating while I was seeing Lorena, wondering how things would go if she'd only get past her Catholic guilt and give in to me.
Near the end of our senior year, right before I asked her to go to prom, she abruptly broke things off. I tried to find out why but never got a satisfactory issue. This led to a lot of self-doubt and self-image problems over the years.
We traveled in different social circles so once she dumped me I barely saw her again. Soon college and real life took us farther apart until she was merely a memory.
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