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Looking back
Imagine you have injured the middle finger of your right hand and had it dressed with a conspicuous bandage. Now imagine you are washing yourself, determined not to get the bandage wet. It’s not easy, but it can be done. I know, because it’s an art I mastered in my late teens. Nothing as convenient as a finger-stall. Just manual dexterity and determination. And it wasn’t even as if I had suffered an injury. I simply wanted to preserve the scent of Emma’s pussy on my finger until our next date. It was an evocative fragrance which could be enjoyed inconspicuously, in private and in public, for days. One of life’s simple, erection-inducing pleasures! From the time I first got my hand inside her panties, until the time she surrendered her virginity to me five years later, finger-fucking Emma was my over-riding obsession. From her eagerness to open her legs, I guessed it was Emma’s, too. Her love-juice flowed so freely, and her panties were always wet in anticipation. I’m not denying that, given the choice, I would have fucked Emma much sooner than I did. But I can’t help feeling that those who fuck on the first date, or even on the twenty-first date, have missed out on something equally pleasurable.
Imagine you have injured the middle finger of your right hand and had it dressed with a conspicuous bandage. Now imagine you are washing yourself, determined not to get the bandage wet. It’s not easy, but it can be done. I know, because it’s an art I mastered in my late teens. Nothing as convenient as a finger-stall. Just manual dexterity and determination. And it wasn’t even as if I had suffered an injury. I simply wanted to preserve the scent of Emma’s pussy on my finger until our next date. It was an evocative fragrance which could be enjoyed inconspicuously, in private and in public, for days. One of life’s simple, erection-inducing pleasures! From the time I first got my hand inside her panties, until the time she surrendered her virginity to me five years later, finger-fucking Emma was my over-riding obsession. From her eagerness to open her legs, I guessed it was Emma’s, too. Her love-juice flowed so freely, and her panties were always wet in anticipation. I’m not denying that, given the choice, I would have fucked Emma much sooner than I did. But I can’t help feeling that those who fuck on the first date, or even on the twenty-first date, have missed out on something equally pleasurable.
