Last Night’s Erection.

The issue I’ve taken with my sex drive has been, in part, the unreliability of my erections. It just felt like so much work to get an erection in the first place. You can hardly feel sexy when your erection will fade immediately if you pause your stroking. I don’t like charging to orgasm. I like foreplay, I like pausing, I really soaking in all that desire that grows. Let it ferment, make the end result better. Orgasm isn’t a release if you’re not releasing something.

I was reading some really, really naughty erotica last night. The kind that would make most people uncomfortable, or think is sick. I try not to always rely on erotica, as it’s the only thing left that can always turn me on. My tastes, the things that turn me on, are so warped. Oh well. I know the difference between fantasy and reality. And goddamn, that fantasy was hot. I took my time, pausing, going slower, and slower, and slower. I recognize the waves of engorgement. I finally reached a point where I was just fucking hard. I haven’t had that in a long time. I stopped completely and just sort of admired myself. I was hard. It was there, wavering in mid-air. No slumping, no sign of weakness. I could have waited a while before it would have weakened. I haven’t been that turned on in a long time.

I slowly reiterated my gentle stroking, relying on the art of orgasm timing. Too slow of a march, and you’ll trip on yourself. Too fast, and you’ll miss it. The right pace to maximize orgasmic release. I came, and oh god, it hasn’t felt that good in a long time. You know how I know it was a good session? My cock was rock hard for a full minute after I came. Normally I go flaccid instantly.

*smiles*

Well, here’s to prostate health!