It had been years of celibacy. It wasn’t by choice, not by lack of desire. I didn’t take an oath to be a monk!
Lack of courage… A hesitation of approach…
Could I do it? Do I dare? Am I too old? Am I good enough?
The awkwardness of a new lover- the overwhelming trepidation- my hand slowly caresses a newfound love.
My heart is pounding… my blood is rushing through me… my excitement is ready for its crescendo.
“Oh, my sweet, new lover,” I scream as my release escapes me, exploding in waves of the new pleasures of my… LEFT hand.
