Post by hunkchunk on Jun 19, 2011 9:54:32 GMT -5
Hi Guys,
I think this is as healthy a place as any to remember our earlier encounters and let go of those memories which have a part in bringing us here. I'll start with a couple of my own, of course understanding that if they're too painful you may want to refrain.
When I was 16 and told a girl I had gonorrhea so that she wouldn't discover my shortcomings by reaching where her hands seemed to be incessantly working towards. Upon her heated kissing and loving insistence, I finally two days later realized she really cared, so I confessed that I had invented it all out of timidity. Yet she chose to believe my earlier lie and costrued the truth to be a deception, on the spot dumping me in violent words and blows for out of horny disregard daring to infect her...
One year later at age 17 an older 25 year-old college coed was my roommate in Chicago. She was an earthy corn fed hearty gal who was as healthy and full figured as they get, much like a statuesque fertility goddess. For a few months we spoke and kept our distance, her boyfriends coming and going until she gave up on them. For some reason she had taken a liking to me, and tried with as many kind words to comfort me and tell me she cared. She camped at the foot of my bed for about two week insisting every chance she could, but I found excuse upon excuse so that she'd never discover the dreadful truth, and discouraged she finally abandoned and moved out of the flat in dismay.
These are but two of a string of stories before for some odd reason my confidence arrived mostly from a good woman's love and possibly thanks to the lack of genuine competitors in a very gay San Francisco Bay. There were about 38 single women for every single straight guy, so even one such as I had my share of appreciation from women gone over a year without a boyfriend. A couple hundred lovers later I came to find myself normal until I discover once again right here how substandard are my dimensions. No g-spot squirting have I provoked, and their attachment came not from a few instants of fulfilling filling but from nightlong bone shaking exploits. Yes, some of us are born with a steeper hill to climb and a longer path to win their love...
HC
I think this is as healthy a place as any to remember our earlier encounters and let go of those memories which have a part in bringing us here. I'll start with a couple of my own, of course understanding that if they're too painful you may want to refrain.
When I was 16 and told a girl I had gonorrhea so that she wouldn't discover my shortcomings by reaching where her hands seemed to be incessantly working towards. Upon her heated kissing and loving insistence, I finally two days later realized she really cared, so I confessed that I had invented it all out of timidity. Yet she chose to believe my earlier lie and costrued the truth to be a deception, on the spot dumping me in violent words and blows for out of horny disregard daring to infect her...
One year later at age 17 an older 25 year-old college coed was my roommate in Chicago. She was an earthy corn fed hearty gal who was as healthy and full figured as they get, much like a statuesque fertility goddess. For a few months we spoke and kept our distance, her boyfriends coming and going until she gave up on them. For some reason she had taken a liking to me, and tried with as many kind words to comfort me and tell me she cared. She camped at the foot of my bed for about two week insisting every chance she could, but I found excuse upon excuse so that she'd never discover the dreadful truth, and discouraged she finally abandoned and moved out of the flat in dismay.
These are but two of a string of stories before for some odd reason my confidence arrived mostly from a good woman's love and possibly thanks to the lack of genuine competitors in a very gay San Francisco Bay. There were about 38 single women for every single straight guy, so even one such as I had my share of appreciation from women gone over a year without a boyfriend. A couple hundred lovers later I came to find myself normal until I discover once again right here how substandard are my dimensions. No g-spot squirting have I provoked, and their attachment came not from a few instants of fulfilling filling but from nightlong bone shaking exploits. Yes, some of us are born with a steeper hill to climb and a longer path to win their love...
HC