When
I was about fifteen years old, someone told me that
a woman's sexual peak came around age thirty-five. This
scared the shit out of me. I was already horny and barely
satisfied with the dorky punk rock boys that notched
my belt. The thought of twenty more years of that twisted
burning WANTING growing stronger in me was unimaginable.
I dismissed it as myth and poppycock.
I
convinced myself that society had invented this myth
to keep girls my age from going off with the potent
boys peaking around eighteen cuz horny young girls are
a menace to decent society. It was just another grownup
conspiracy falling under the banner "when you're older,
you'll understand." Fuck that. I was fifteen, on fire
and if I didn't understand it right then, I'd figure
it out with hands-on experience.
Fifteen
years later, I'm a few months into being thirty, working
at a bar and stocking kegs in the beer shed. I was counting
cases, doing inventory and generally dull work on a
warm afternoon. No one was in the bar, I was all alone
when all of a sudden my legs went soft under me. The
heat crept up underneath my clothes and my skin glistened
with a light sweat. The tingling and the pressure building
in my body buckled my noodley knees til' I went down
plop on top of a keg.
"OH
MY GOD I HAVE TO CUM RIGHT NOW!" my body growled. I
barely got a finger into my pants. I came quick, but
like a begging, drooling dog at the dinner table, my
pussy persisted with its demanding ache.
I
must've looked deranged peeking around with my pants
pulled open, one hand ready to right them if someone
popped in, the other squeezing and pinching a nipple
under my shirt. I sat back in the shed and jerked off
repeatedly, cursing every time I came, harder and harder
because it wasn't working. "DICK!!!" my body screeched.
"BRING US SOME GODDAMNED MANLY FUCK MEAT!!!!" After
maybe fifteen minutes the heat wave finally ebbed. I
went to the bathroom, mopped the girly shine out of
my pants and tried to get back to work.
"Is
this it?" I worried. "Is this the beginning of my peak?"
Jesus. What a rip off. At thirty I was way hotter than
I was at fifteen, but most men my age were starting
to get into fucking you only once and then feeling just
ducky about it for days. I prayed that my crazed heat
was just a hormonal fluke and I could go back to being
my normal horny self. The whole sexual peak thing was
a myth, after all. I was sure of it. No way could it
be that crazy AND get worse for another five years.
A fucking conspiratorial myth.
Now
as I write this, it's 2:30 in the morning, I'm naked,
nearly thirty-five and limping around the house moaning.
I cannot sleep. My pussy is wet, crying silky little
tears for the dick we won't get tonight. My boyfriend
is snoring through a dream in which he's plowing a fifteen
year old.
Myth
shmyth.
