A+B=O! February 7
As per usual, I woke up this morning. Took my shower, got on some clothes, sat down on here to catch up on some last-minute class-related things (and sex-related things) and got up to leave. I was walking towards the door, books in hand, determined. And instead I banked left into the bathroom and had a quickie. I was almost late for class because of it, but it would have been super worth it. It made my day have a shine to it, really. I just laugh instead of get stressed. That’s a pretty good way to be, huh? Endorphines are marvelous things. Actually, I think I’ll go give myself a dosage right now. Or, in a minute. I have a curious revelation I shall express.
So, remember I made that movie for Ninja a few days ago? Whilst making that video, probably due to nerves and paranoia and the possibility of distractions, it didn’t matter that I was using my new patented Two-Minute Method - it was going on for too long. I had myself sitting naked against the drawers under my bed (it’s high up, I literally have to jump up there, haha) so he could see my face and the rest of me. Well, fyi, I typically masturbate while I’m laying down (or sitting in my chair… if I’m at my computer… shhh) and with my underwear on or at least a blanket over me. In order to move my trusty right hand easily and comfortably, I use my left hand to prop up whatever I’ve got around me, which involves resting it on my pelvis or thigh or groin area of course. Being nude, I didn’t need my left hand to move anything out of the way, so I just sort of leaned on it. But, as my breath was catching in my throat and time ticked by and I was stifling worries about my camera battery dying, I thought about The Masturbation Position and just rested my hand at my pelvis and…
LO and BEHOLD, a short time later - orgasm.
I wonder why that is. What sort of acclamation had I fallen into? This could be bad, since I seem to have a mountain of issues preventing me from climaxing in the presence of my lover anyway. Now I have some formula I need to follow? Fuck that.
But there is hope. You see, this morning, in my haste, I did not take any steps to set up except drop my pants, crouch on the floor, and put my hand where it wanted to be. Well, and move my ring so that it wouldn’t tear at my pants. And Two Minutes later I was opening the bathroom door, blushing, and running off to class. Yes, I did it one-handed.
This is all probably trivial, and I am just glad I was able to cum to begin with. But I hear rumours of desensitization and all sorts of things that make The O an elusive and tricky beast. Oh well, I’m going to go… go.