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Outliving Your Dick Is A Tough One, I Can't Hardly Keep Up With Her
I moved to Houston in the early eighties. I got a job for an oilfield supply company, and went into purchasing. I had a girl who worked for me, she was early twenties. She told me that a guy in the warehouse had grabbed her ass and pinned her against a work table. In those days human resources didn't exist as we know them today. It was up to me to put a stop to it.
He denied everything, but I transferred him anyway. The girl became my close friend and workmate. She let me know that anytime I wanted to grab her by the ass I was welcome. When I told her that she couldn't have it both ways, complain one day and ask her supervisor the next day. Her answer was to just go ahead and fuck her and get that out of the way. After I fucked her she wanted to know if she was worth it.
It was the era of the Honky-tonk and the Urban Cowboy and we went line dancing. She got hot from dancing and hung on me like I was the light pole. Not a night went by that she didn't remind me, I just want you to fuck me, don't let anyone else get close to me. Where all that woman libido came from was a mystery. I could not keep up, I just told her to give me time to recover. She didn't, she wanted a dick in her.
By the nineties I was cross eyed, and she was living at home enjoying the 'children'. Nothing seemed to change with her, she wanted me to grab her ass when I hugged her, and when she walked by she slapped at my dick in my pants. It was often that she reminded me she was made for fucking and she needed me to pay attention to her needs. More than once she told me she married me for my dick not for my money.
I don't need to tell anyone who was a stud in the eighties, by now you have outlived your dick, but not your old lady. I don't know where she gets it, or why she chose me either. She talks dirty, grabs my dick under the covers, smashes up ED meds and adds them to the soup at dinner. I can't voluntarily get hard enough, but she has a bad habit of overmedicating me so she has a hard dick to play with.
If I complain I get reminded why she married me. No dick, no dinner.
He denied everything, but I transferred him anyway. The girl became my close friend and workmate. She let me know that anytime I wanted to grab her by the ass I was welcome. When I told her that she couldn't have it both ways, complain one day and ask her supervisor the next day. Her answer was to just go ahead and fuck her and get that out of the way. After I fucked her she wanted to know if she was worth it.
It was the era of the Honky-tonk and the Urban Cowboy and we went line dancing. She got hot from dancing and hung on me like I was the light pole. Not a night went by that she didn't remind me, I just want you to fuck me, don't let anyone else get close to me. Where all that woman libido came from was a mystery. I could not keep up, I just told her to give me time to recover. She didn't, she wanted a dick in her.
By the nineties I was cross eyed, and she was living at home enjoying the 'children'. Nothing seemed to change with her, she wanted me to grab her ass when I hugged her, and when she walked by she slapped at my dick in my pants. It was often that she reminded me she was made for fucking and she needed me to pay attention to her needs. More than once she told me she married me for my dick not for my money.
I don't need to tell anyone who was a stud in the eighties, by now you have outlived your dick, but not your old lady. I don't know where she gets it, or why she chose me either. She talks dirty, grabs my dick under the covers, smashes up ED meds and adds them to the soup at dinner. I can't voluntarily get hard enough, but she has a bad habit of overmedicating me so she has a hard dick to play with.
If I complain I get reminded why she married me. No dick, no dinner.
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