Source:
Adults
Author:
matthew newman
Title:
Quick, quick, slow.
Sex is a really lovely gift but do we ever get it right? Some do it in the daytime but most in the dead of night. First time nerves are running high you go to where she beckoned. You think yourself a super stud but you're done within a second. You become a randy teenager and charm girls into bed. There's just one place that ever works and that is in your head. You age and you are Jack The Lad and strip off with a grin. She sends you crashing back to earth when she asks you if it's in. At middle age you become mature and make sex last a while. You make the most as very soon you'll struggle to raise a smile. I was a slow developer and had sex at thirty three. Till then I thought it just for scratching or simply stiring tea. So now I try to fill my boots but with sex I'm still not sure. Why I seem to get things over quick please don't mention premature
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