Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... shitty behavior to give me the fuel to break up with someone. So, I had empathy for Melissa's sabotage. It was part of my playbook, so I figured karma was at play. This would need attention at some point as well.

Honesty. I hate this word. The demons suddenly appeared on the boat. Diving off the front and flying out of the water at the back, running back to the front of the boat, hackling,"Hey Tiny Dick catch any fish yet? You going to tell us about the big one that got away?" They would hoot and holler, making big splashing noises. Anger came, I focused my eyes on them and blew them up. I shook my head, thinkinghonesty was an issue.

I was also very mad. I'd been as honest with Melissa as I could. More so than with any other person, woman, or man. She was one of the first relationships where I was a hundred percent devoted. Surprisingly and in contradiction to this, I never stopped telling her, "She would leave me for a younger man," "I was too old for her," or any number of anxious insecurities. Talk about manifest destiny! I laughed out loud at this revelation.

Yet, honesty in this moment was personal and spiritual. This is why introspection is so complex and essential. I had to value myself, take some of the confidence I had being an athlete or my job or being creative and apply that to my own self-image. There was work to do here.

Last was my body self-image.This was a doozy, I thought. Cuckolded by a porn cock. What a fucking cliché. This was harsh on some ...

... levels but also not. I could change my body with health. This is within my power. Before I left, I'd already lost fifteen pounds with the aid of cocaine and a strict liquid diet. I was bald, but I liked shaving my head down tight. I was lucky and had an excellent skull for it. I also like my goatee; it suits me. I was mentally committed to things I could control healthily. Sadly, I couldn't make my dick bigger. This was what was given to me, and statistically, I knew I was above the bell curve but would never star in a porno. Conclusion - Women that preferred full heads of hair and huge cocks, were just not for me. There, a pragmatic solution.

It would be challenging, but after staying clean, the second objective was accepting who I was and trying to be the best version of that I could. There was work to be done and a plan to hone.

With that, I felt lighter, fired up the boat and jetted to another location. I took a nap in a cove and checked my phone. Mel answered my text with a whopping amount of detail - "OK," she texted. Fuck her. Hope she's happy with her new man Ryan fuck-wit big dick. I could care less what she took from the loft.

Reviewing my action plan, I realized I was moving into the bargaining phase. That made me angry because I also knew that part of me desperately wanted Melissa back in my life. She could have her Boy Toy or her Loft Lesbians. I would offer her an open relationship. The Demons popped out of the water and yelled in a chorus,"Great idea, ...