Tales Unsaid

Left her when her love for me was at its peak. An easy choice. The logic that led me there was irrefutable. Logic I was capable of reaching thanks to my exceptional intelligence. Early twenties. About to leave my small hometown. The opportunities ahead. Abundance of pussy on the horizon. The voice inside reminding me everyday that I'm missing out. Visions from my deathbed, regretting that I never had Asian pussy. Never had Slavic pussy. Bereft of fulfillment until I try them in all shapes and colors. I had to leave her. It could never have worked. Not with the constant screaming of the voice inside.