Bold, Once

I had to be courageous once. Just once in my life I had to step out on the ledge and take the risk of stepping slightly too far, and allowing myself to take a risk. It wasn't an overwhelming risk, but it was way out of character for me. Someone told me a long time ago that the reason so many opportunities had passed me by was that I could see a dozen bad results for every potential good one in anything that came my way. And that was certainly true when it came to sex.

Dating, dining, dancing, socializing, and all of that happy part of sharing with a woman were things I'd done, and in retrospect there were probably a dozen or more times when if I had simply asked, or shown some initiative, the result would have been sex beyond my imagination, with many the subject of rather x-rated fantasies. There were a couple of shocks along the way, to be sure. Barbara, who invited me over for dinner, shooed her daughter off to bed, and then more or less ripped my clothes off while we sat in the living room. I learned much later, and thankfully not the hard way, that she was searching for another husband, and refused to have "protected" sex in the hopes of landing one the shotgun way. Perhaps because I was so timid with all those others, I was spared this fate. Louise, who oddly enough had been in the same quest, had the most unresponsive nipples I'd ever been close to, and had learned that the best way to give oral sex to a man was to simulate him having his cock pushed through a cheese grater. Tina, a wildly charged dynamo, who had a clit the size of a peanut M