Sweet pain has an element of blank
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not
Ben had agreed to take me round the coast, there to get my bus which will take me back to London, then back to Heathrow, then back to the States, and back to everything I know as real and humdrum. How am I ever going to forget this vacation? It wasn’t even my idea to come to Cornwall. It was my friend. He said he had heard great stories about pirates and caves, and such. I said I’d join him purely because I had three days left before I had to split. Never for one moment thought I’d meet a babe down here. I don’t really want to go into too much detail. I know you’ve come here to get your kicks, jerk yourself off to some phoney stories about three in a bed, juices flowing, big cocks banging wet pussies,well I don’t want to talk about it ok.
Three days ago, maybe I would. Maybe then I was just like you, some horny asshole who can only get his kicks when reading about what other people are doing. But now it’s different. I like this girl, ok, I don’t want to discuss what I did with her over the past three days, so quit asking did I see her tits, did I kiss her pussy, I’m not telling. If you must know we fucked every which way and then some. But that’s not why I love her. Shit man, why do you love someone? I don’t know? Is it her accent? Is it her warm blue eyes? Is it her lovely flowing hair, her caring ways you just don’t seem to get from the girls back home? Maybe. Maybe it’s all those things. But right now I am standing on this beach, and goddam it if Ben, who, the last two days has always turned up late, now he has to turn up early and just when I wanted to have one last kiss with my girl.
He’s standing on the boat pretending not to watch. Really, he’s just like you, he wants to know, did I shag her, did she go down on me? I know there’ll be some questions on the boat. I tried to delay my flight, but it’s no deal. Flights are all fully booked up so I have no choice but to go now. I wonder if she’s going to miss me the way I am going to miss her? Sorry if I sound like a real sap, but I’ve got it bad. I hope we can meet again, I really do. One of the most beautiful things about her is the way she kisses. Oh, it’s so beautiful.
I’ll admit this much, she makes my cock hard the moment she kisses me, and two minutes from now I’m going to be walking to that boat with tears in my eyes and a boner in my pocket. She’s asking me if I will write. I thank God for Facebook, really I do. We’re not even ‘friends’ yet, but I’ll correct that at the airport before I leave and maybe we can chat online.
Ok, if you want your little fix of sex action, picture this, when I get home we’re going to fix up our webcams and have internet strip sessions for each other. She promises me she will do a real striptease for me, compete with stockings and garter belts- you’ll have to take my word for it, she has the figure for it. OK, she’s wearing a baggy fisherman’s sweater right now, but under that sweater, she’s got a pair and man, what an ass! I’ll be spanking the monkey over that gorgeous ass back home, believe me. Shit, why am I telling you this? It’s none of your Goddam business, go find your own woman, leave me to mine. But talking of leaving, hell, I have to go. One last hug and I’m gone. Yes, I love you, I really do love you, but now it’s time to go, and it hurts, it really hurts. I’m walking away now. I can’t believe this, I’m walking away from the most sensational girl I’ve ever met.. She’s in tears now, she thinks I’m gone for good. We will see each other again. That’s a promise. You have to believe me.
