The tragic comedy of my life echoes like an insect trapped in my ear canal. Jesus how dramatic does that sound? Coming up for air I can tell she is faking. To get off I have to pleasure her, but this is going nowhere. Looking at her I feel nothing. I want to love her like I once loved Ali, but even the bourbon in my kidneys has gone cold. I suck on her clit hard and she squirms. I know she doesn’t like it. How the fuck did this happen? Why am I so bitter taking it out on this lost soul in this bed sinking all around us? Even the love I had for Ali seems like a distant memory from someone else’s stories. What was I to this one anyway, other than some novelty? He’s almost 30, but he is so hot. Where were the others this one has grown tiresome to me. At least Lacy enjoyed sex this one just let me do whatever I wanted. Lacy or Macy shit whatever her name was she was athletic in bed and aggressive.
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