’ Rick was slightly annoyed, was he putting him on? Bradford started talking slower, as if dealing with a small child. ‘Nature abhors a vacuum, ri...ht?’ Bradford said. ‘Sure,” Rick replied impatiently. ‘OK, well let me ask you. Have you ever thrown a party at your house?’ ‘No.’ ‘Not even a poker game? A Monday night football get together with pretzels and a cheese tray?’ ‘But I work long hours,’ Rick protested limply. ‘Have you ever gotten laid at your house?’ asked Bradford. Rick stared back. He was shocked as hell when he turned to see me.I waited for him to be ready to talk and said through the speakers, “They have had me like this so that I could be with Paula in the place she is having surgeries. I have been working to try to get her back together the best I’ve been able. They have had to pretty much skinned her to replace missing parts of bones, replace tendons and stitch her shredded muscles back together. I don’t know how long ago it happened, but they made her ovulate and. I yelped in delight as she shoved me forward, and I bit my lips and moaned splendidly when I felt her tongue. “That’s it.” I whispered in both the memory and the present, “Right… oh god, right there.” The tip of Elena’s tongue upended my engorged clit, and drew it out with a come-hither caress. She played with me coyly, drawing such sweet patterns upon me, never moving past the point of teasing pleasure. It drove me wild. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I balled my fists in her hair, and rode. That forms the basis of this story. I am old now and have gone through a long marriage that started out full of hot sex but now has ended up in separate bedrooms and no chance of anymore cunt or blow jobs.I have had to take care of my urges by myself. I am sure there are many that are reading this in the same boat. No chance of sex with anybody so self pleasure becomes an important part of life. I wanted to write this short story and describe the various methods I have come up with to help pass.