This morning, my wonderful wife and I were snuggling naked in bed in anticipation of her letting me get her off. She reached down and wrapped her hand over the titanium Orion and cupped my swollen, smooth balls.
“Still locked up,” I helpfully observed. I didn’t bother to tell her we were beginning my 652nd locked day and that tomorrow is the 700th day since she made me pussy free.
She laughed. “You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you were unlocked.” She laughed some more.
“I’d figure it out eventually.”
“You’d be miserable. Miserable and mopey.” Insert more laughing at me. “A miserable, mopey weirdo instead of your usual somewhat content weirdo.”
And, of course, she’s right. When I get her off and she lets me touch her pussy and it makes my toes curl I do really want to feel myself sliding into her. A lot. But she’s also been around long enough to know that’s not what’s best for me.
I woke up yesterday with a very tightly packed device. I was on my stomach so the feeling was even more pronounced. Years ago, that would have been uncomfortable. I might even have gotten up and walked around to try and make the attempted erection fade away. Instead, I ground it into the mattress. I pushed it down and flexed the contents so they flushed with blood and the device became as tight as is possible. I moaned a little.
She knows me. She knows what’s best for me. I’m lucky to have her.
I am hopeful that Belle will not take offense. But, as I read and “heard” your conversation in my head — my mental manifestation of Belle was the titular character from the 90’s animation TV program, Daria — with the pithy wit and deadpan delivery.
Sorry for this unwitty question but have you/Belle relieved your semen build-up during those 652 days?