Judith

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remembering a friend i never made love to
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erectus123
erectus123
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I can see her now
in my mind's eye
though many years have passed,
quite a few, and she is still 22
with her dirty blond hair
5 foot 2, there
Is there a wrinkle in her cleavage
Is her push up bra too small
Now a doctor?
A psychiatrist like her daddy?
Is she divorced like her parents?
Does she still sleep on leopard sheets?
So smart, so dumb
So easily taken advantage of by others
I was her confessor
She told me everything
about the Italian waiter she met
in Florence
Who told her he loved her and fucked her
between lunch time and dinner
He never responded to her love letters
Probably he was married?
Judith and I lay in bed together
I wanted her so badly
Friendship is the perfect cock block!
I don't want to know what she looks like now
if she had kids
if she had several husbands
I don't want to know
I only want to slip inside her
in my mind's eye
and mentally fuck her just one last time

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erectus123erectus123over 3 years agoAuthor

Dear Todski, how eloquent you are! Thanks for taking the time to read me. I miss our chats as well as the pussy of yesteryear. As one ages, it is best to have no regrets. But of regrets, I have a few..."

todski28todski28over 3 years ago
Longing

In arousal, desire is a strange beast

Gripping a man firmly by the cock many years past

She’s a frozen moment of perfection, regret and longing

Nostalgia and a phantom

Enjoyed this and have my own regret floating back in the distant past

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 4 years ago

Mental fucking, with a hand on the handle ca be very satisfying.

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