Bar...fly...!
Please follow along with the story, I went into the bar to talk with people, just being social. My problem was that they all wanted to 'fuck' me one way or the other, where I just want to talk; I wanted to talk because I can not fuck. Well it is not my best suite, anyway. You might agree that this is a dilemma; yet, you just might like seeing me get whipped, right. These people are beach people; you know, vacationing along the ocean's front beach. Sex was always getting in my way because of fear, some family dysfunction, maybe. Yet, I still wanted to be intimate even though I new that I was a lousy -lay. Now! This was her opening line to me while the two of us sat at the bar having an afternoon drink, "I really would love to fuck you, Tom, but you do not have enough for me; let's dance" and dance we did all night long, doing the bar scene along the grand strand in Myrtle Beach, SC. She had just slain the giant dragon -anxiety over sexual performa
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