Missed Part 1? You'll miss the context!
As it went, had second thoughts on the gratification issue soon enough. Cause, while winning any 'competition' might be kinda gratifying, obviously there's where I'd actually prefer being on the losing end. Like for, erm, obvious reasons this one, for example.
Since as mentioned, in average I'm rather used finding myself winning and definitetly not liking it at all, oh no. So didn't take too long me remembering that part painfully well, pondering if this'd be the beginning of 'back to normal'. Which, surprise, surprise, would've regretted big time.
But some things just seem to be too good to be true. And then soon enough there's this thought creeping up from the back of my mind, like, 'Sh*t, am I going to wake up pretty soon now, or yes?'
Which is just the kinda creepy stuff dedicated to turn any feeling of gratification from sweet to very sour in no time.
Cause any time I'm with a girl uninhibited enough of shamelessly making advantage of the gift of the female body and mind, it's just so cool. Like tapping into a delicious sweet well, feeling safe in the knowledge of no matter how much you can swallow, you'll never be able drying it up, no way. (And I also mean that quite literally.)
Ah, paradise and cockaigne all rolled into one, guys, I can tell.
Until she tires faster than me just once, obviously.
Dark clouds and thoughts threatening at the horizon, uh-oh.
Though didn't take her too long to teach me a lesson, not to mention restoring my faith in the seemingly unlimited female sexual supremacy.
I yield! I yield! MERCY!!!
PS: However, only last night, way into the wee hours, guess what?
Eventually heard her gasp 'no more', pulling my hand away again again ...