Clerow's Wet Dream

He dreamed of Mabel Jenkins! He remembered how each curve of her body seemed to be so definitive...He remembered how she used to laugh that big hardy southern throaty laugh...and how her shoulder length hair always looked so lovely as her head swayed ...while she was laughing.
Mabel! His Mabel...
He remembered holding her mellon like breasts that always seemed like they were at war with whatever bra she chose to wear in his hands and gently caressing them. He was never rough with Mabel Jenkins...She would not hear of it..
She had a gentle touch herself...He remembered the first time she gazed at his erect penis , how wide her mouth opened and how she said- "Oh my god Clerow...you've got a horse..." and how she gently stroked it as her stroked her breasts.......

This had been four years ago.....when they were both in Monroe ,Louisiana...before they had come to the god forsaken North..To Philadelphia...Where Mabel had moved to , to start a new life...after he had shattered the one they had in the South. She had caught him with her younger
sister!!! He had had her bent over the kitchen table...goin to town...doggie style... Her younger sister was moaning and he himself was moaning even louder...

He regretted that...he hadn't meant to hurt Mabel...Her sister always teased him, when he was waiting for Mabel to get dressed...She would come in the room with her low rider jeans, just low enough where he could see the Victoria Secret waistband on her panties...She would wear a blouse that was opened ridiculously too much ,so that he could see her breasts...and she would always wink at him or stick her tongue out when she thought Mabel wasn't looking....

Trifling , that girl was...She wasn't nothing like Mabel....She didn't make love like Mabel...She was wild and loose and not gentle at all...Mabel made love slow...she took her time..she got him to the point of explosion ,then she would slow down and let him savor how good her body felt.
And Mabel's sister couldn't cook...couldn't boil water...but Mabel made the best Fried Chicken
in Louisiana for his money...

Mabel got the Post Office to Transfer her to Philadelphia. She left Monroe and went North to find her a place and just like that...Mabel was gone. He was in Jail then...a minor thing..an assault..a fight in a bar. When he got out of jail he went to Philadelphia to find her. It wasn't hard
He had once worked for the Post Office himself..and they both had mutual friends who would talk over a bottle of Jack Daniels.....He'd found her...only ,she was with another man now.....

They sat and they supped together...Mabel's fine Fried Chicken....Only he was the one going home now....This other guy, was probably laying back in his bed...and Mabel was probably going
up and down...up and down on him...slowly...slowly ,allowing him to savor the moment....
and then........

Then Clerow woke up, alone in his bed....disgusted !!!! He felt like a 14 year old!