The Long Highway Pt. 32 - Sex Stories

The Long Highway Pt. 32

... in bed with Pam beside me. It was two in the morning and I was slightly feverish, light-headed as I often was those days, especially at night. And I thought: This isn't good. This can't go on. The person I'm with, the one person who might help me with my feelings, the emotional chaos I'm going through, is, given its nature, the one person who can't. All I can do is write it down, try to make an art of it. How sad for her too.

Hiroko translated

I sent the picture because I thought when you look at it even though I'm not with you I'll make the cream come out the way Mitchell's does, the way any man's does. Did yours? For me, you are any man on the street who sees me and takes me home. Is that bad? You are also you and so strong, I know. I want to kneel down in front of you and do it, make the sounds I know you like. You hold my shoulders from above while my head moves up and down. Then you hold my head still while you move, fuck my open mouth. You say, "I want to fuck your mouth," and you do, like Mitchell does, but he doesn't know and he doesn't know I sent the picture.

You build such a strong, smooth rhythm that when the cream shoots it's like a sling released into the universe, to the wet, dark depths where there's only starlight, and it's so much, a Milky Way!