My Dissolute Life

Tingling and pulsing

2012-02-26T01:28:00.001-05:00

It’s been over a week since I last came. I’ve shared a bedroom with my son for nine nights now. A sensible man might have brought himself off in the shower, or after his son closed his eyes. Not I. Somewhere in the last few days, I decided to “save” my orgasm for my return home (tomorrow).

Needless to say, I’m looking forward to getting home.

Unconscious mutterings

2012-02-22T02:12:00.001-05:00

Each week, Unconscious Mutterings puts up a list of words and invites participants to do a little stream of consciousness, in public. I generally don’t go in for that sort of thing, but I couldn’t resist 1, 2, and 7 in this list….

Crown :: The part of my cock I most enjoy your licking
Landmark :: Place I’ve fucked
Shock :: Not yet….
Affair :: Not my style.
Appear :: Conceal, reveal
Contemplate :: Clothing
Hinge :: Bend over while I fuck you.
Function :: Suck
Obstinate :: No
Fulfill :: Suck

Failure to launch

2012-02-22T01:52:00.001-05:00

"Get it up," "keep it up".... These don't feel remotely accurate to me. They suggest that I have something to do with the mysterious hydraulics of my cock.

I've found myself hard on a bus filled with denture-wearing, demented senior citizens, and soft in the mouth of the hottest of sex partners. Sometimes, I think my cock is a barometer of my mental state, my true, subconscious level of desire. Others, I think its turgidity is random, or worse.