At the onset of this challenge we
agreed upon starting this on Wednesday. So Tuesday night I romanced myself, and made that final fap last!! Well the ladies had busy evenings that night, so the start was bumped to Thursday. I’m sympathetic to them needing to get a final quiver in before putting on the oven mitts for the month. I’m not one to leave cards on the table so I took advantage of the slide in the schedule to give myself an even better start. So, the first day was essentially a breeze. I’m out at work so for the most part I can keep myself distracted. Sadly, it is painfully slow right now so I have too much time on my hands which is bound to become a problem.
Before bed me and Her have a nice FaceTime chat in bed. The irony that we purchased iPads for the main reason of masturbating for each other on FaceTime is not lost on me. Cybersex or camming whatever you want to label it is still masturbating as far as the rules go.
Things are still easy so far. Honestly though, I go a few days without it quite often so the panic isn’t setting in yet. I do alternate between viewpoints of this being no big deal really and it being a transcendent milestone in my life. I mean, last time I went 30 days without some self-love it was probably actually 11 years. Yeah, I got into it fairly early to good ole hairy 80’s/90’s bush when I was probably 11 or so, and it’s been a steady almost daily ritual ever since. Those weren’t the days of porno overload (sounds dirty) like today. Back then we had to find videos or mags, there wasn’t a porn and facebook box in every household. We had to fucking hunt it and kill it like god damned smut cavemen! [/tangent]
There was a crew change at work so it was only me and another coworker left until the other crew made it back. And as per usual, we took that opportunity to have some beers and go out on the town. So far so good in the distraction department. The hangover tomorrow ain’t gonna help my cause though.
As expected, I’m a bit hungover for work on Saturday. It happens, I work 2 weeks continuous then have 2 weeks off. I have early nights on days off, and have late ones at work sometimes. I am one of the people out there who get crazy hangover hornies. Not sure how common it is with most people, but among my slutty friends it’s quite common. The fact that I am in this challenge earns me no quarter from this affliction. I’m starting to feel the gravity of this challenge, as there are still 6 sleeps til I get home and me and Her get to hook each other up with some sweet toes curling orgasms. The hangover hornies, combined with what is now the longest stretch between orgasms in quite a while, is starting to make my penis a bit hypersensitive. Like walking around the office I’m unnaturally aware of the sensations of the fabrics rubbing against it. Me and She commiserate over facebook chat. I don’t know if we help or hinder each other in this situation.
I manage to keep my mind distracted by harrassing She and Her for info for the blog as well as working on some things in the office. Her is pretty busy as she has a photoshoot lined up for today. Later on I get some of the initial pics that she got from the photog. There are some nudes which I must find a way to non-sexualize so as to not get really revved up. Her is staying with one of our friends for the night so we have a facetime chat and a glass of wine. I was kind of expecting them to be topless but it is much better to my current state that they aren’t. We both end up watching movies and fall asleep fairly early.
To be honest this day was easy. The fella I’m seeing had a sleep the night before so we managed to get in some pretty fantastic doing it. Also when I woke up I wasn’t feeling super great so that really managed to coast me through Day 1.
I will admit though it was always sort of niggling thought in the back of my head. Like when you try to quit smoking and you’re fine until you say “I musn’t have a cigarette” then you’re immediately like “Fuck, I’d slap someone’s grandmother for a goddamn cigarette right now.” Interesting.
Woke up ridiculously early. First thing I was inclined to do was have a little special time with myself. I was pretty unsurprised. I think most masturbation happens out of sheer boredom and having some time (ZING) on your hands. Managed to resist though. Had a long shower.Work was busy so it kept my mind occupied. Came home, had a quick beer with some friends and went to a metal show. Promptly got smacked in the face with long greasy hair of a head banger. Horny be gone! As the night went on, be it the beer or be it the contest I did notice myself getting flirty. But again, I’m not overly concerned. I’m like a shark that way: I stop flirting, I die. It’s who I am. Inconclusive.But the fella and I did get a bit tipsy and rebellious. No sex. Hmmm….
AM: Currently sitting on my couch while the fella sleeps. Wondering if just going and sitting on his face would be considered rude. If he smothered would that be involuntary manslaughter? A sex crime? Pondering….
PM: I seem to work well with distraction. Hung out with friends last night and was alright for the most part. However, later that evening I turned into some sort of sex crazed maniac and when I didn’t get my way I pouted. Sorry Fella – This is going to be rougher on him than me I think. Must learn not to be a jerk. Sigh.