Not enough

Men and their cocks fall short. Never hard enough. Never long enough. They tap out before I even get started. So I reached for something that does not quit. A baseball bat. Solid. Unforgiving. The wood slides in deep and I feel every inch. My blonde hair sticks to my skin while I work it harder, chasing that edge. One thrust becomes two. My breath catches. The stretch burns and then blooms into something that makes my toes curl. I push deeper. My body takes it. Sweat gathers at my collarbone and runs lower. The bat does not get soft. It stays thick and steady while I ride it until the pleasure crashes through me, raw and loud, just the way I like it.