Stay home if you can. Wash your hands. Be kind.
I get it. This is important. People could die if I get complacent and lazy about hygiene and direct contact with people outside of my immediate circles.
Add to that the fact that here in Victoria, the DHHS has still explicitly prohibited sexual services of any kind.
But my god. Yesterday I ejaculated four times within about 6 hours, and played with myself several times more. It was compulsive, some kind of reptile-brained behaviour response. My diet, exercise and sleep patterns have finally evened-out during this lockdown period, and as a result I can feel my testosterone climbing back up again. My libido is clearly back, and with some serious oomph behind it.
But dammit, the only outlet I have for now is… well, me.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy giving myself pleasure. But the warmth and life force of another body (or bodies) against mine, and the interactive play that comes with sex, are completely different experiences. And I miss them, deeply.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the next person to get with me is going to need to bring their A-game. This time I’m going to ditch the usual teasing and tension-building. Do some warm up stretches, honey – especially spreading your legs nice and wide. Get some cardio in during this break time, because you’re going to fucking need it.
I miss you. I’m thinking about you. I hope I can be with you soon.
PS, for the moment you can follow me and my horny antics on Twitter, if you’re not already!