I was soaping up my manhood, which, freshly shaven and still swollen from Saturday's degradations, appeared larger than usual, when it occurred to me that I have no sexual desires whatsoever.

Good news, everyone! I survived another ride on the roller-coaster that is my libidinal cycle.

I really have no idea how a civilized man is supposed to lose himself in sex. Alcohol helps, but barring lobotimization the rational, analytical mind will always lurk in the background, churning away with neurotic and obsessive thoughts. I think one of the reasons why I am partial to the more extreme end of submissive fantasies (slavery, rape, ( Read more... )

Inspired by comments in die7fox's journal...

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Sunday, while recovering from my fourteen hour stint of geekery, I lay about on the couch most of the day, dozed a bit and jerked off two more times. In the process, I came to the realization that my biggest pet peeve with porn (above and beyond terrible music, absurd dialog and limp dicks) is when the recipients of oral sex have no idea what to ( Read more... )

With my usual impeccable timing, I was in the midst of flurried last minute errands Friday afternoon when an occular migraine hit. Even as my shirt was praised by the leathery black gentleman from whom I purchase Aveda products, I found myself increasingly unable to see through a shimmering haze encroaching upon my right field of vision. I ( Read more... )

Doubtless owing to some combination of coming down from a week of sex on the beach followed by a week of stress and sleep deprivation, I am outrageously horny this afternoon...

Outrageously.

I need sex.

I had the most amazing autofellatio dream this morning. Every time I shifted to a new position (raising a leg, lowering it, leaning forward, et cetera), my cock slipped all the further into my mouth. I soon found myself staring my sphincter in the eye, my own veiny member throbbing deep within the bounds of my throat. Simultaneously experiencing ( Read more... )

This morning I barely resisted to urge to drive to work with my own cum crusted beneath my chin. Though I can be a decent shooter from time-to-time, it is rare for me to up and give myself a pearl necklace when bottoming. The last of our Vegas sexcapades was just that good ( Read more... )

With D. struck down by an apocalyptic intestinal distress, I ended up end up for most of the weekend, "bottoming" the length of his visit. While I must give my boyfriend props for mastering the unsung art of the hands-free entry, it is truly a testament to how far my sphincter has come that it bore such a military pounding without so much as a ( Read more... )