It was just another Tuesday in the office, I was bored, alone, and as usual thinking about choices. The fact that I thought about being with a man was a given, I'd been thinking about that pretty much everyday since I was 19. But would today be another day when I read Literotica and jerked off all over my chest at my desk (I work alone) or would it be a day where I decided to risk everything and go spend some time with a real man's cock inside me?
I'm 60 and I've been dealing with this all my life; I love and adore women, I'm athletic, handsome, successful and not someone who you'd think likes to be taken, to be feminine in bed, who likes to make love to men. But I do. I like to be with women and to be with men and never the twain shall meet, I read a survey on Huffington Post that says that in general men love bi-women but women are disgusted by bi-men (at least most of them). That was certainly the case in my world, the love of my life was not interested in bi-sex of any kind, so that part of me gets put on a shelf. We all have to make compromises and this was a big one for me, and mostly, it is worth it. But, I am who I am, I've come to terms with that.
The question wasn't whether I would like to be with a man today, but if I could make it work. I'm past the point of glory holes, random blowies from Craig's List, or even starting an illicit relationship with another married man- no, that had almost happened a few times, but what if I fall for someone, or he falls for me? Nope, better to cum on my own chest than get entangled in something so risky. I like my life and don't need anymore complications.
