Shit Scared

"This is nice." She said as she sipped from her glass, "The perfect end to all of my worries. I have my man, I have my life back, I have everything that I desire."

"Not quite everything." I stood up and held out my hand to her. She rose and came into my arms and we kissed. I led her down the hallway to my bedroom where my bed waited for us with its covers already pulled down. I reached for her, for the buttons of her blouse, for the clasp of her bra, for the waist of her skirt, for the waist of her pantihose and while I pulled them from her, my mouth reached for her pussy, my tongue for her clit.

She reached for me and I rose to my feet and stood there while she did to me what I had done to her, the difference being that while she took my socks off her mouth found him, my reborn cock. The performance anxiety was now gone and he was able to almost stand on his own merits, enough that he entered her with no effort at all. I had now fully entered her life and she embraced me in ways that I'd only ever dreamed of.

I was no longer scared.