Do I miss him? Sure. He was all right for a little boy and sometimes I miss the little boy in him – the way he looked at my body and the way he touched me in places where few ever have.
Most nights I’m alone in my bed. No, not always. Sometimes, I’ll bring someone home with me and we’ll screw. It’s never love making. It’s never that. It’s just fucking. It’s just a release for both of us.
Sometimes when I’m alone in my bed, I’ll toss and turn. Sometimes I just go to sleep, Sometimes I masturbate with all the lights on. Sometimes I do it with my apartment door open, hoping someone will see me. I bet I would be quite a sight.
P.S. Happy Holidays to everyone, even numb. If Santa pays me a visit, maybe I’ll get him to do me. I enjoy jolly old men.