More Stories to Make You Blush by Marie Gray

satisfy my companion on demand the way I always could before, well, too bad. I would just have to try and get better alone.
    â€œWhen they saw how pitiful I looked my friends finally admitted that their claims of ‘almost every day’ and ‘four or five times a week’ were not quite accurate. My friend Sid even admitted, a bit on the defensive, that ‘with the job and the kids, it’s normal … sometimes. But I can still get it up!’ In the end I decided not to talk about it any more. But from that moment I started to really go downhill. The shot of scotch I allowed myself after a stressful day at the office turned into four or five shots per evening. Sometimes I even drank at lunch. I slept badly, trying to figure out what had gone wrong, why I was being punished.”
    â€œI can understand. In your position, lots of men would’ve done worse!”
    â€œA little longer and I think I would’ve gone under. Then one day, on day 253, I decided to stop thinking about it—like an amputee has to force himself to stop thinking about his lost leg. I hated my penis with an absorbing passion. I didn’t talk to it any more, didn’t even look at it. I gave it the silent treatment, like a kid. That lasted for two days. On the third day I sunk really low and phoned Eve for comfort. She was chilly at first, but I told her I really needed her and used all my charm to convince her. I told her my problem still hadn’t been solved, but I needed a willing ear and a shoulder to cry on. She finally accepted. All that sincerity won her over.
    â€œI hadn’t seen her since we’d broken up. I remembered her delicate contours with sadness—she was so beautiful, and all woman. I thought about how understanding she’d been. She’d really tried everything; I had been lucky to find a woman like her. But despite all her efforts, the sexier she was, the more stubborn my cock became. The more she tried to reassure me, the more I disappointed her. I owed her a lot, starting with a lot of respect and a big apology.”
    â€œHumility seems to work pretty well with women.”
    â€œThis wasn’t just humility, it was total despair! I rang her bell feeling pretty anxious, and what a shock I had when she answered the door. She was wearing an old sweatshirt covered with paint stains. Her hair was sloppily pinned up, with bits hanging in her face and eyes. She looked terrible! No makeup, holes in her socks, and that shapeless sweatshirt hiding her gorgeous curves. I was really worried and asked her what was wrong. But before she even answered, down in my pants I felt the first real stirring I’d felt in months. ‘I can’t believe it!’ I said to myself. ‘What a scarecrow!’ But it was true! I discreetly looked down at my own sweatsuit and couldn’t believe my eyes! A hard on so hard that it made a little tent in my pants! Eve followed my gaze and her eyes widened. She decided to let me in. She was worried what the neighbors would think. But I sensed she was skeptical. She was probably telling herself that at any moment the ‘tent’ would fall down, leaving me humiliated one more time. She led me in and went to the kitchen to get me a beer. It was then I saw, through a hole in her pants, that she was wearing the horrible pink underpants we always used to make fun of ! They were baggy and had lost their elastic, and hung out the back of her pants. Seeing them, my hard-on was back, half an inch longer than usual. What was going on? Was this what made me hard now? Everything was backwards …
    â€œEve came back with the beer and looked at my crotch in disbelief. But all she did was smile, not wanting to add to my disappointment.
    â€œAs for me, all I could think about was tearing those horrible clothes off her! Afraid of seeing my hopes fly away once again I told her I’d had a solid erection for over five minutes. Wow! Another