Peephole

I met Peephole in one of my favorite Dallas bars. Just like the venue, he was laid back, funny and outgoing. I wasn't attracted at first glance, but as the night developed so did my thoughts on him. Peephole was intelligent and artful, two of which rarely come together in one.

We had many dates, most all of which were wrapped up in drinking and talking. As time with him, increased so did my attraction to him. Peephole was out of my typical dating box, which was intoxicating. He was full of dry humor and affection toward me. I grew to love his personality.

When our relationship developed to the point of intimacy, it came with a few shocking features. Peephole was a great kisser, so I had high hopes for his sexual abilities. Shit was I wrong. It would not be a stretch to say this was worst sex of my lifetime. It was something that I endured, counting the seconds until the finish. The worst part was he only exposed his dick through the peephole in his boxers. Demented on so many levels.