We Are All Wired When We Are Born, My Wiring Is Crazy

I suppose if it is a matter of preference I would rather spend the evening walking on the beach holding hands with a girl, a nice glass of white wine and cuddling and making love all night long. But something inside of me won't let me, a bearded, potbellied, Neanderthal gets my legs open and I find myself under him with his dick inside me. It's not a one time thing, it's happened often. I don't go looking for it, but when it finds me I'm a sheep led to slaughter.

I met Clarise, that one in a lifetime girl, and we sit around and talk about today, tomorrow and yesterday. We enjoy cooking together and doing silly things like housework. She's beautiful, men and women turn heads when they see her. Tallish, built, has a swagger when she walks, she can balance on heels and dance and she's tender when kissing. I had never fallen in love before, now I couldn't imagine a night or a day without her. We woke up together and I lay in bed watching her as she goes about getting ready. She kisses me and smiles and calls me pet names. She's in love too. But we were too young to get married, or anything like it.

I was out one afternoon and my car broke down. The battery slipped and shorted out. The buffoon who came with the tow truck talked to me in a tone that drove a stake through me. Sitting beside him on the way to the repair shop he smelled of tobacco and sweat. He put his hand on my knee and called me 'sweetie'. He could see it, they can see it. He told me I could slide down his pole anytime, anytime, just climb on and slide down his pole. He knew that would make me happy.

His tongue in my mouth made me gag, he chewed tobacco. His dick smelled, his body smelled, I tried breathing through my mouth while he did 'it'. He grabbed me by the hair to get my attention, 'now pay attention I cumming in you'. I went home to smelling of tobacco and man sweat and leaking red neck semen. Clarise was there, she had come home early. So nice and she smelled so nice through the Neanderthal smell in my nose. She saw it, saw my eyes, she knew right then I had cheated. She could smell me, smell the tobacco she told me, she could smell the sweat on me.

Clarise moved on, a nice way of saying she dumped me. I live alone, sometimes I get lucky and meet a nice girl at the wine bar and we come back and make love or something close to it. Sometimes it's a Neanderthal who tears me a new asshole.