I feel the need to write, but I don’t really have much to say. I’ve spent the better part of the day on a plane with two kids (Belle doesn’t get home until tomorrow), so I’m tired. Nevertheless, writing nearly every day for three and a half months has left me craving the act. I suppose that’s a good thing.
So, with nothing better to say, let’s talk stats and body functions!
We’re getting dangerously close to three weeks now. No emission whatsoever except for some minor leakage back on the seventh (when Belle made me use her cock to make her come). Not sure if it’s my imagination or not, but there are times when I think I can almost feel my swollen prostate sitting down there like a little lead slug. I always thought it was hyperbole when others said it, but I can also report that my balls do feel plumper and more swollen than usual.
What I’d like to do right now is edge myself. My hormones are pushing for release while my brain is holding on to her control. Based on the most recent version of our Covenant, I’m not even allowed to play with myself without permission (basically, I can only derive pleasure from the cock when I’m using it on her). I don’t have permission, so I’m trying to ignore the swelling flesh and lonely urges that always arise when she’s not here. God, I want to jack off. Not orgasm, but bring myself to the precipice again and again. But…it ain’t gonna happen.
Minor confession. I have never in my life had a nocturnal emission. All that talk in sex ed about wet dreams only left me wondering if I was normal as I never, ever had one. I wonder how long it will take to have one if she never lets me release a little pressure. In the recent past, I’ve leaked precum (or something) pretty easily over the course of the day. Maybe that’s how it works for me. No big event in the middle of the night, just a bunch of little ones all day long. In any event, nothing’s happened so far during this cycle.
All right, enough of that. I’ll be back when I have something interesting to say…