It had been years of celibacy. It wasn't by choice, not by lack of desire. I didn't take an oath to be a monk!

Lack of courage... A hesitation of approach...

Could I do it? Do I dare? Am I too old? Am I good enough?

The awkwardness of a new lover- the overwhelming trepidation- my hand slowly caresses a newfound love.

My heart is pounding... my blood is rushing through me... my excitement is ready for its crescendo.

"Oh, my sweet, new lover," I scream as my release escapes me, exploding in waves of the new pleasures of my... LEFT hand.