Helen Epilogue

[Myron Cumberland]

It's been almost eleven months since she walked out of my life.  Writing about her has forced me to relive that last night with her.  What if I had let her knee me?  Or, when I blocked it, had I excited her by protecting myself so much that she wanted sex?  Were her tears real?  I know women can turn on the waterworks at will.  When I told her it was over, was it her plan to punish me?  When she had punched, kicked, slapped, and kneed me in the past, and she wanted sex, the only way I would approach her was if she bent over.  I wasn't getting anywhere near her knees(I wanted to, but I wanted her to believe I feared her).  I'm sure it occurred to her from the beginning how vulnerable I was in that position, but her desire for a hard banging won out over smashing my manhood.  And she had an incredible ass.  No man could have refused it.  I should have, but I was weak.  I should have suspected it, but Canadian Style (so we could both watch hockey) was supposed to be a safe position.  She fooled me.  She played dirty.  I have never desired a woman so much.  It wouldn't surprise me if she someday joined this site.  Then she could read my tribute to her and know that the previous busts, apart from the last two, were all my idea.  I hope the next man she busts doesn't hurt her in retaliation.