F*ckin' Problems

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My girl is at the edge of the bed. She's jerking me off then going down on me and asking me to cum on her while she kneels in front of me. Her long, dark hair looks amazing even in the low light and her striking eyes gaze into mine in admiration. She's telling me how strong I am and how much I turn her on and how wet she is.

We lay down to sleep and her head rests on my chest.
Her dark eyes peer at mine in the darkness. The light of the moon trickles in and she sighs in peace.
She talks about small things and big things. She talks about life, family, work, I soak it in as she lightly squeezes my arm and chest and she sighs the sigh of a girl who feels safe against the rock in her life. I tell her she's beautiful and I mean it. She is exactly what I want in many ways.
It's a problem when you find this in a woman. It is a major fucking problem.
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The young girl I'm seeing is still on the backburner but her schedule is so packed it's not an issue. She doesn't seem to notice plus she's young as hell so she's out of her league/depth of experience in the deep end of the pool with a veteran such as myself.
She's cute and fresh-faced but my interest has already begun to wane. The polarity to my actual girl that this young girl embodies is wearing off, the luster has lost its shine so to speak. She's also less experienced than even I'm accustomed to and I'm not in the business of training 'em these days.

I like what I have and I'm not interested in fucking it up.
For the first time in a long time, I'm thinking I'll make the smart choice. Karma will probably have that somehow still blow up in my face.
But I bought the ticket long ago so taking the ride wherever it may take me is just the next in a series of events I willingly set in motion.