Showering with Jackie
A harrowing Friday night... or was it? This morning worse?
I tell myself... I got off... the weekend goal of every young bachelor... and with a woman of distinct beauty... though I chide myself in yet having visually enjoyed her charms... not fully.
Still I tasted her, savored her essence, sensing a degree of manly pride in bringing her to orgasm, always a feeling of fulfillment there.
I watch a baseball game on Saturday evening, staying home, enough excitement for the weekend. But in being alone, thoughts stir. Hindsight.
Enough of the masculine vanity. I was jerked off by a guy and was then showered by him! Effeminate looks notwithstanding, Jackie has a p***s, I remind myself... under lock and key, yes. But he’s still a guy!
My thoughts percolate...
Spurting
