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I’m 50-something now, but some nights I still feel twenty. Back then she was just my girlfriend. I remember a late night party on a Military base in Asia, her and her friend whispering about how hot another soldier was. First her friend kissed him — a throwaway kiss. Then my future wife leaned in and went deeper, bold, hungry. My buddy’s eyes went wide, waiting for me to explode. Instead, I felt… pride. Twisted pride. Like she was fire I couldn’t contain, but I could claim. My nerves were bursting of energy on the rickshaw ride home.
That moment cracked something open in me. She went through her wild streak after that, and I lived for it. Not just the nights she was gone — but the way she came back. I would sit in angst waiting for her return. I would try to jerk off without cumming to the thought of her. When I heard the car pull up, I had the sexually inquisitiveness that I can’t explain! Her lips carried the ghost of someone else. I could smell the faint smell of his tobacco. Her skin seemed to buzz like it had been lit up. And when she told me the stories, I wanted every detail. Before, during, after. I wanted to know it through her eyes, even when it tied my stomach in knots. I honestly wanted to be her. I wanted to feel what she felt.
The sharpest memory is when she went to see my commanding officer in his base housing at Fort Hood. She returned glowing, untouchable. Later he told me she’d whispered things to him she never said to me. Hearing that broke me open — envy, pride, humiliation, desire all flooding in at once. When the Major and I would sneak out of earshot of anyone, he would tell me a little of what they were doing on their meetups. He told me he loved fucking her ass. I HAD no idea that she would allow that. She never let me. I’ve even caught myself wishing I’d been born different, just to feel what she felt that night.
Life is calmer now. But those memories? They still burn hotter than anything else I’ve lived through.
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