Confessing an Affair

PT, I have a confession to make.

I've found someone new.

I will always be grateful to you for teaching me the basics.  How to hold and squeeze.  Seeing the sights.

I remember fondly the times I snuck out at lunch to visit you at those places around town rented by the half hour.

The lighting wasn't always the best, but that didn't deter us.  You showed me how to get my barrel warm.

But now I've met SP and I don't see myself spending as much time with you PT.  Maybe it's a midlife crisis, I don't know.

SP is much more exiting to me.

You always wanted it the same way PT.  Slow, deliberate, taking my time.

SP wants me to go as fast as I can.  And not just down the middle every time.

With SP, I can go left to right or top to bottom, or bottom to top.  SP lets me peek from around cover, even drawing deep from inside my waistband.

I  know, I know..she's much more expensive but my barrel gets hot now, not just warm.  None of this one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi between strokes.  Just bang bang bang.

I feel the heat on my hip afterward, my arms trembling a little, and my finger aching for more.

I can see you anytime PT.  With SP I can only visit once a week.

Don't be sad PT, with your CrazyBones and DirtyBirds, I'll still visit.

And remember PT, we will stay together to teach the kids.