Part of me feels a sense of guilt. However, the animal within is powerful. I never married a lovely lady for a number of reasons, perhaps due to my character weakness. What it is, this is (other than a shrink who really gives less of a shit than you do) that I cannot do with just one woman.

This reality came to me when I was engaged to Megan. She was, is, (still) a knock-out both physically and in personality and intelligence. She flew for an international airline as a hostess. Her room mate, Billie, was in business management. One day, walking down the hallway I passed Billie's bedroom. Her door was mostly closed but cracked a bit and she was holding up a garment, completely nude. It was like taking a hit of something strong. The picture was permanently imprinted in my brain and I could not stop thinking about her.

Billie is short but beautifully put together. One day when Megan left for one of her London flights and I had been visiting, I was left alone with Billie and she had just gotten some tea for us. I looked at her, wordlessly and took her hand. She said nothing. Embracing her, I began to kiss her face, neck, mouth, like a starved man. She responded and I have no words to describe the feeling I had when my extremely hard cock slipped into her. I fucked her several times without having to recover after ejaculation. I could not get enough. I know you read me loud and clear.

Our pairing did not last long as I had to take a job in another city. We had some phone sex and she kept me informed on Megan's life to some extent. It didn't take her long to find a replacement for me and marru.

I know I'm a worthless shit-bag but that's me, really. I won't even try to help it. I don't want them all, just my fair share of them while I am young, and can get it done.