Wednesday, 28 March 2018

Le wank quotidien

Having a break from orgasms - whether by choice or not - can have interesting effects on a man, at least in this one's experience. The effects manifest themselves both physically and mentally.

The longest I've been without orgasm since puberty was almost six weeks. I was living in a very remote part of the Ecuadorian cloud forest, with no electricity, many miles from the nearest road but close enough to the Colombian border for us to be cautious with radio transmissions for fear of attracting banditos.

Living in close proximity with two other men we decided to live a life of total celibacy. This was of great amusement and fascination to the American lady who was in the bunk room next to ours. She didn't participate in any way, although I now realise that this event and her curiosity would make for an excellent short piece of erotica.

So, what happens after five weeks of denial? Wondrously erotic dreams fuelling sub-conscious erections that are so sensitive, so full to bursting that my body gave itself the release that my hand wouldn't allow. Dealing with a sticky mess by candlelight at 3am in a room with sleeping men isn't much fun.

In less extreme circumstances laying off the self-pleasure for a while can be both enjoyable and productive. After a few days of denial I have to rein in my temptation to swipe right on every Tinder or OK Cupid profile I come across (not upon) in the hope of a quick but ultimately regretful fuck.

Horniness is a real issue and concerted efforts have to be made to not flirt with that attractive colleague, glance at fellow swimmers in the pool or waltz down Camden high street in a jockstrap. The rewards of this abstinence (wankstinence?) are twofold:

1. My creative erotic writing productivity ratchets up a few notches and inspiration floods into my depraved and deprived mind.
2. When the glorious moment arrives, in which I take penis in hand (or someone else's hand/orifice), the climax can be spectacular.

How spectacular? The sensitivity leading up to the Big Bang is increased and the love of my body or the lust for my partner intensifies - my hands want to be absolutely everywhere on them. I can feel the cum on its speedy journey from deeper within my cock, can almost hear it as it jets through the tip (to me it would sound like the squishy spurty noise of a hose being untangled from its kinks).

The quantify is...impressive. Dizzying blackout threatens to overwhelm me as the orgasm lasts longer than normal, which admittedly isn't all that long for a man.

So yes, resisting the urge for le wank quotidien is worth it. But not for five weeks.

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