Elvis is in The Building - Sex Stories

Elvis is in The Building

... knew that Elvis still wanted to marry me.

He said ""I've been Thinking About You and I'm Pledging My Love"

I didn't have to ask "Are You Sincere?" since I know that Elvis had only married Priscilla on the rebound.

I was the King of Rock and Roll's only True Love, though I was raised In the Ghetto I have my standards. Elvis wooed me. I was young and poor and foolish so One Night I gave in. Elvis was due to go on a year long tour tour. I thought It's Now or Never".

DISILLUSION

I thought it would be us making love. But Elvis thought that sex meant love, whereas the opposite should be true. Love leads to sex via a sharing of spirit and soul and emotions.

Elvis couldn't see that. But I saw that he wanted my body and not my heart or soul or spirit. Elvis never understood the difference between love and mere sex. After we had sex I complained. He asked, rhetorically "Ain't That Loving You Baby?

He tried to reinforce his misguided opinion by asking "Don't you realise that I'm Stuck on You?"

Even decades before our last meeting I realised that (despite his early world wide fame) Elvis had a tragic fault. Perhaps I could have been more diplomatic at ending our relationship. Instead I chose the direct approach. I had to be a Hard Headed Woman and tell Elvis that he lacked humanity. It didn't go well.

I ended by shouting at him "You're the Devil in Disguise" which was a bit over the top but contained an element of truth.

HE LIVED LIFE HIS WAY.

Now late ...

... in his life, Elvis was still struggling with his lack of humanity.

Perhaps he knew he was going to die. i don't mean consciously. I believe that Way Down in his psychological DNA he wanted to be good but couldn't be. At that sub conscious level he knew he could never match the standards I needed from him. But he hoped that perhaps he could make me believe he could match the standards that would reignite our relationship.

I was his last chance to square the circle of his psychological duality. He didn't have A Wooden Heart and genuinely wanted his marriage to Priscilla to work. But I knew it was doomed. Elvis still loved me, maybe because I told him home truths. It came as no surprise that both of them had affairs. I suspect that she had her affairs out of sheer desperation.

She was younger than Elvis and I was older. She was white and I was black. Priscilla Wagner was eye candy and I wasn't. She was doey eyed about Elvis and I wasn't. We both loved him and he loved us both. Even while we had been intimate Priscilla wanted Elvis. And Elvis wanted her for her virginity and me for something unreachable.

Elvis died still loving us both and maybe others.

MY FEELINGS

Elvis died with me loving him in a way millions of his fans couldn't. I loved him despite his faults or may be because I knew his most basic flaw. But I knew I was right to give him up.

People say that Elvis is dead. I know he isn't. He is in the building constantly at least while I live. For Elvis ...