Isn't it strange

Sometimes you dredge up these memories from who knows where about people in your past. People you may never even have slept with. I woke up this morning with a raging erection and no one to satisfy it. As I ran through the basic (current) repertoire of women/fantasies, none of them were working. Then, I felt like I'd traveled through a worm hole and arrived back in college. Suddenly I was thinking about a luscious co-ed named Sandy that I'd have died to get inside of at the time. Just thinking of her in a paticular spandex outfit she used to wear around the dorm was enough for me. I was very suddenly done.

Then I got to thinking about the ones that slipped away. The ones I should've, would've, could've had. One of my uncles told me once. "Never pass up a piece of pussy. You can get that pussy again, but you can never get that piece again." As I get older I realize more and more what he meant. How many times have you had a 'headache' (btw - sex is a fantastic cure for most headaches.) How many times did it just seem like too much effort to be sexy for your partner?

Or to accept a new partner into yourself? To take that unknown cock and feed your ravenous sexual being, but being too concerned about whether it was the right thing to do or whether he was the one. (Yes, I'm writing from the female perspective on that - most of you are women after all). So, my advice today. GO get some cock. Feed on it, nourish your fantasy, live your fantasy. Make it happen.