Oh, what a night! But the next morning, when I begged Sharon to let me go down on her again, she rolled over and adamantly refused.
“I don’t know what got into me last night,” she said. “I think maybe there was something in that whiskey. I’ve got a terrific headache. I’m sorry Kenneth, but I don’t want that happening again. No way.”
Can you blame me for seeking comfort in the arms of another woman? Honestly, I believed I had given Sharon every chance to be the lover I wanted and needed. But she only came through on occasion and was always filled with remorse afterwards. What? What is the point if a woman has a beautiful body but she refuses to enjoy s*x? I mean really, what is the f*****g point?
Soon I was back to visiting Gretchen, stretched out as usual on her comfortable massage tabl
