I must confess my lacking of a sex drive has taken some pondering. An acknowledgment if you will of why and even when.
Where shall I start..... Big question mark?
Is it age? well I am quite certain that plays a role but truly it is not the main reason. It's my hands , my rough hands. The calluses will never go away. Lotion them all you want but my hands will always stay rough.
I woke up and felt good like it's just going to be a good day. Then a few hours later I am in my head. Deep breaths, wondering around in my mind. Someone jogged my memories. Somebody very sweet, caring and knowledgeable.
Now I was turned on, now things were stirring. One simple memory persisted.
I open the door and there she kneels. Head down, eyes down. How do you feel? "very calm Daddy" I smile, not just the facial but somewhere deep inside. I get down on one knee, take her chin in my palm, my rough hands are not delicate on her smooth skin. I stare at her and then forgot about everything else. She was my everything.
I believe that's where I left it.
