Alex, I’ll take Panama for $500
When you haven’t had good sex in a very long time, you hit that point where you become OK without it. You get used to it. Or you get a dog to keep your mind off it. But there is that fear, like a diabetic having a small slice of cake, that when you do finally have sex, you are going to crave the whole cake all the time.
It had been a long time for GC as well, so I don’t think either one of us were in a hurry to go there. When we did, it was exactly as I suspected it would be: great and, damn it, great. The sweat wasn’t dry yet and I was the proverbial addict slapping my wrist looking for a vein. I was ready for round two and his eyes were still rolled to the back of his head.
Several days later, he paid me the ultimate compliment. “You have the sex drive of a small latin country.” Not bad considering my primary source of pleasure has been walking my dog. Now I can obsess about the next time I get “walked.”