conjure

At the moment I can think of a several reasons to keep my hands to myself. But the trouble is, my vibrator doesn't turn me on any more.

It's been a long time since I felt her, arm under my neck, the other hand inside my underwear. Without a cock throbbing against my thigh I'm always so unsure of whether or not she's erect. With a cock I know where we're up to and how I need to act to get off.
I'm putting my fear of women's bits down my lack of experience. Not that it's really an issue at the moment, just something that's on my mind.

The first time I touched a vagina I almost threw up on myself. It stayed down though, and came out the other end as a slime for the fucking that followed. Thinking back, if it wasn't for her voice, her direction and vocal orders I wouldn't have known how to move around her at all. I suppose you learn these things over time, like I did with men. I can turn them into jelly in five minutes these days, but a woman ... I keep getting stuck in the mixing bowl.