Free More Stories to Make You Blush by Marie Gray Page A

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    â€œUntil last Wednesday I’d been suffering for eight months. Exactly 252 days—252 mornings, noons, evenings, and nights. Eight months and a few days of worry, and hell, and living with a feeling of unreality and total emptiness—thirty-six weeks of agony and existential crisis. Why, you ask? Because my best friend let me down. He’d been my friend forever. We spent the happiest moments of my teens and adult life together. He was my friend, my brother, almost a mentor. He was the one who introduced me to pleasures I can’t even describe, and allowed me to explore them as much as I wanted. He was my moral support, the one I could always count on when times were tough, and he could always count on me. In fact, he took my loyalty so much for granted that he turned me into his toy, his slave. Without him I was nothing, I was worthless. I even wondered if I could really say I existed …”
    â€œYour friend went away?”
    â€œWent away? No, not at all. Because I’m talking about
him,
of course. The one who’s been hanging between my legs since I was born and controlled me since my fifteenth birthday or so. My thing. My tool. My cock. My dick. My pistol.
    â€œYou see, the bugger didn’t want to get up any more. I tried everything. I’ve known him awhile, you know, and I know the kind of thing that turns his crank. But even the juiciest situations left him totally indifferent. He just hung there, totally limp, not even daring to look me in the face. I reasoned with him, I sweet-talked him, but nothing worked. I stroked him, I played with him, I tickled him—nothing! I even tried to stimulate my brain which, despite all my beliefs to the contrary, is supposed to control the sex drive and send the right message down to our buddy, but still no luck.”
    â€œGee, I’m really sorry.”
    The bartender had a funereal look on his face, even more than if I had been talking about a real friend who had actually died. He shivered with dread and asked me: “And it happened just like that? Without warning? Had it ever happened before?”
    â€œIt happened overnight. First time in my life. And I’d never wish it on anyone! If you want me to tell you about it.”
    â€œOh, yes! It’s not the type of thing that’s ever worried me personally, but I’m curious. A person can never learn enough about that type of thing!”
    â€œYou’re right about that! Myself, I wouldn’t have panicked so much if I’d heard anyone talk about it before. But where to begin?
    â€œFirst, I’ll tell you a bit about myself and what that wonderful organ meant to me before it, or some cruel destiny maybe, decided to play that dirty trick on me.
    â€œFor two years I’ve been with a stunning woman. At least I was with her until recently. She’s three years older than me and very understanding, up to a point. And she’s what I’d really call a knockout. So, this woman was the first I’d had a so-called stable relationship with. I mean, for two whole years I never slept with another woman and she didn’t sleep with another man, at least as far as I know. That’s about as close to true love as I’ve ever gotten. Before her, of course, I’d explored the various possibilities the female gender had to offer, with all its adorable qualities. I can even say I tried everything I wanted to try, with as many partners and as many types of women as I wanted.”
    As I was saying these words the man who had been nodding understandingly up until then, gave me a look of the deepest respect.
    â€œYou see, I revere women as a species, whether they’re blonde, brunette, redheaded, or even going gray, tall, short, thin or chubby; all women hold a mystery that every man, with a bit of skill and luck, should try and uncover.”
    â€œI couldn’t agree with you more. So tell me, have you uncovered any good mysteries