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By *agnar73 OP Man
35 weeks ago
glasgow-ish |
I’d have to check properly but it’s about a year since I had sex again.
I had been a long time on a drought, at the time, I didn’t know, I guessed at how long, just knew it had been a long time.
I had agreed to a mutual break up with my long distance girlfriend. To me, it felt like I’d been dumped and unfortunately, there was little communication afterward.
I had enough to do every day and I guess I processed it a bit, had different distractions elsewhere and was simply just content to get to the end of the day and stroke myself watching porn.
It wasn’t satisfying, edging to cum to sleep. Neither was it very sexy or anything that enjoyable, necessity I suppose.
But, other things and day to day life and the whole caboodle just goes on.
It got to nearly two years.
Of course, I thought of her, wanted her. Missed her. Realised it was gone.
I missed her as my friend, our day to day contact, messages, chats and nonsense.
Had in my head all that time afterwards the memories of first seeing her and almost spending an entire weekend in bed together.
From getting into that hotel, eyes connecting at last, then a slightly awkward hug with a bag on my shoulder and bag in hand.
Then getting to lift doors closing, finally alone with her, reaching to pull her near, kissing hastily, stopping when the doors opened again and hand in hand, sort of hurrying toward the room door.
Stretching from a long drive, Taking my top off, stretching again so as to kiss more, getting drawn together, mouths widening, tongues going deeper and then pulling at each other’s clothes.
A thrill of the moment, complete stimulation.
Breathing hard. Knowing what I wanted, knowing what she wanted at that moment.
Being rock hard for her, wanting her, no one else at that moment, her.
Leaving her pants on, moving her to the bed and with my cock throbbing, pushing then aside, taking her. Entering her, feeling that she was wet and ready and..
And surviving or coping with those good memories. More than 18 months, 600 days.
To try again, do it, I was apprehensive, nervous, a little scared, a bit shy.
It was an experience seeing a woman again. Unclothed. Wow, a genuine pleasure, like a new experience.
That stimulation of another body, the warmth, touch and just feeling. That closeness or sense of a body beside.
Just even kissing again was a massive moment. Lips, movement, tongues, oh my god.
A hand on my body, then feeling my cock twitch and move without my hand on it after so long.
My tongue on that special kind of flesh when it had felt like forever without it .
Wanting to taste, my head down for all I was worth..
Sitting in the car afterward, having to breathe, having to take it in.
A little bit in shock that I had did it again.
My face looking incredulous in a selfie.
Sort of a first time all over again at the age of fifty, shattering that worthless feeling I wouldn’t do it again.
Grateful. Glad to feel again. Relief and a big step toward finding myself again.
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