The Rhythm of Life

I wonder if I’ve ruined myself for other men.

It started as a harmless distraction. My friend recommended it. He said it was a boy’s best friend and exactly what I needed right now during those dark hours when I might feel like getting off but didn’t want to inflict revenge-fueled angst-ridden booty calls on anyone.

Like many vices it started off innocently. Honest, it just felt so good and boy, was it the quick path to pleasure. Would anyone blame me for wanting a mindless ball-busting leg-quivering deliverance?

But how can a man ever quite take the place of this little wonder? I suppose I’ll find other solace in a man’s arms (and other places) but meanwhile, I know what to do when I’m feeling blue.