Oh boys and girls, can I tell you that I was in for another shock? You can probably guess what that shock was, but I couldn’t, not when I turned in Erik’s sleep-warmed sheet to kiss his grizzled face, slip my tongue into his mouth, and gaze into his drowsy brown eyes, at a lustful half-mast. I ran my fingers through the thick mess of his dark hair and felt his manhood stirring against my thigh, uncoiling like a snake. I reveled in the feel of his arms around me. I had finally found real love, true love, the kind they write songs about. But then, I felt an all too familiar stiffening in my own nether regions. Oh s**t, I thought, they’re writing songs of love, but not for me.
Yes, the p***s (the c**k, the d**k, the howitzer, the wee wee, the thingie) was back, in all its veined glory. The c
