When thirty hours away from motherly duties came along, I could have devoted the time to cleaning this cracker-crumb-encrusted house. Or to Christmas shopping. Or to working…working would have been a great idea.
Instead, I engaged in a minor fuckfest.
Honestly, I don’t know what came over me. I had an entire highway’s worth of good intentions scheduled for the time, but few of those plans came to fruition.
I guess that taking pictures of naked people fucking horns me up. Who knew?
Driving home with a camera full of hard cock and a pussy slick with juices, I dialed the number of a friend. Our schedules aligned, thanks be to the gods. I’d barely pulled on fresh panties when he arrived; I barely made it up the stairs before they were off again.
He left, exhausted, some two hours later. I however was not exhausted. Still naked, still lying on sex-damp blankets, I pulled out my trusty plug-in vibe and came some more before falling asleep in blankets that were now soaked through.
I woke in the morning in funky sheets and starving half to death. Thoughts of hot showers, caffeine and fresh laundry skipped through my head, but before I could implement any of these ideas, a phone call from a friend caused the bed to suck me back into its funk.
The conversation started out politely—is it possible to call a conversation dealing with nekkid fucking photography polite? But before long, pants were unzipped, panties were pushed aside and the plug-in vibe made an appearance for another round.
We said good-bye eventually, and I had every intention of getting my day started. But the proximity of vibe to cunt and the fact that the bed was already an abysmal mess made me keep going, alone, for many more long minutes.
And then I promptly fell back to sleep, because that’s just the kind of luxuriously slothful day it was shaping up to be.
I woke up again a few hours later sticky, reeking of sex and starving. I crawled through the shower and gathered a pile of bedding the state of which made me blush. And then I actually acted as a responsible human being for a few hours. I did laundry. I remade the bed. I settled in for a little bit of work.
But then the gods smiled down upon me once again; my friend’s schedule opened unexpectedly. Another two hours of playtime wrecked another set of sheets, not that I much minded. He left, satisfied; I stayed behind to wank some more, until the blankets were soaked through and I couldn’t move.
Eventually it dawned on me that orgasms were not the answer.
I had a problem I could not fuck my way out of. All the masturbation and playtime in the world had failed to touch something in me that badly needed to be touched.
Surely at some point in the future that place will be once more be touched. And I’m not—at least not now—finicky enough to turn my nose up at an honest rogering until that time comes around again.
The geek 1/2 here.
I have definitely spent time chasing that next orgasm as a way of numbing, avoiding or in general checking out.
Between the lines of your writing your pain is poignant . I wish you peace and the emotional connection you crave.
Best wishes
Orgasms AREN’T the answer???!??
well, shit.
Even if orgasms aren’t the answer, they sure do make a healthier mind turn-off than drugs, or other nasties.
so you enjoyed it ?
or not?
color me befuddled
‘Course I enjoyed it!
I’m not dead!
:)
I agree that a good rogering does improve morale. And with the cavalcade of rogerings that you described, you should be riding so high on the endorphin wave that you beach on Hawaii. lucky girl :D
Have a mai-tai for me.
hey aag, do you use a waterproof mattress pad? a smaller pad for the bed? I too, gush in large volume often and i’m not a fan of the mattress itself getting soaked. What’s your solution?
p/s is that talking dirty enough for you? I’m sure I can come up with *something* else if you require it :-)
I much prefer reading about your having sex, but since you brought the issue up, I wanted to offer a couple semi-scientific points.
orgasms causes both sides of the brain to fire in unison. Normally they are on different “frequencies”. Whether it is psycho-emotional or biochemical, something could have you neurally way out of whack.
Long ago, experiments with rats were done, where electrodes where inserted into the sexual pleasure centers in the hypothalamus. The male rats kept cumming and they kept going until they died of (sexual) exhaustion.
Also, meditation has been shown to reduce sexual desire…because it tends to unify the two hemispheres of the brain.
Curiously, something called Primal (Scream) Therapy does the same as well as lowering one’s body temperature. The argument of this therapy is that the neuroses, anxieties, fears, etc. of birth have an effect on our body temperature. Pretty wild.
we all have holes to fill
sex can do the job
to a certain point
too
like the science – interesting!
i know when i meditate regularly
my will is stronger
i’m not chasing after any one thing
all said
orgasms & naps
together or apart
are two of my favorite ways
to reset my head!
Hi Jennifer,
I use towels, ’cause I’m lazy.
When I’m not being lazy, I use this:
http://www.edenfantasys.com/sex-toys-for-couples/liberator-shapes/fascinator-posh-throe#pcode-2NE
which is absolutely amazing, and it’s also great for naps. :)
Tryng not to sound jealous here – but a fuckfest with another person involved sounds much more fun than a wankfest! You are quite right though they are (both) a form of displacement activity. My experience of wank fests show thay have much less to do with amount (or quality) of porn watched, pretty women who smiled at me in the street and much more to do with wanting to sublimate pain or loneliness.
Sounds like a wonderful way to wile away some time. :D
Color me jealous ;) :D
Geez, that sounded like a fun 30 hours. But, it’s true about that feeling you get after the orgasms have worn away. I experienced that recently, but ignored it and went out again that night, lol…