Sex and Murder Magazine

By John Grochalski

in three sessions
of lovemaking
i could not get it
up.
although she stroked
and sucked,
and did everything she could,
it just wouldn’t happen.
every time the condom
went on
and my cock got
near her cunt,
i froze,
and it shrank back to its
pathetic form.
i was burdened with my
failure.
she had been the girl
of my best pal’s dreams
and in less than
two weeks
i’d shattered it all
for him.
in the sack, i felt like
a judas,
or a homely husband
making a huge mistake
with a whore.
on the last time we tried
i got out of bed,
disgusted with myself,
and i went into the bathroom
to shower.
in a moment she joined me.
we began to go
at it again.
soon we were back
in the bedroom
wet from head to toe,
my mouth on her cunt,
her mouth on my cock,
until we’d had enough torture,
and she put me on my back.
then she rode me
for twenty minutes straight,
so good and hard,
i couldn’t even remember

my friend’s name.