Showing posts with label masturbation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label masturbation. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 1, 2026

Distraction

 

Morning


It's not that I don't have anything, it's that I don't feel like doing anything.
The Bullshit Meter is off the rails.


 The Grim Reaper really needs to get an eye exam.


 Two friends from my theatre days died over the weekend. And another was placed into hospice.







I need some distraction.








Friday, August 14, 2026

Flat-Out Asked?

 

Morning

"have you ever has someone flatout ask if you jack off?"


LOL. Of course. And I've readily admitted it.


Well, not the first time. That one was asked by a military psychologist. I was young (19), with a very high security clearance, and wasn't sure what would happen if I said "yes." Long story made short: I'd had quite the anxiety attack and was forced to see this guy before I could return to my squadron.

The dude said, "You're single, you say you don't pick up girls in the bars downtown. If you tell me you don't jack off, I can't report you as stable and release you back to work."



I finally did say yes.

Then he wanted to know how many times a week! Um...every day?






'Course, I did not mention the weekly barracks circle jerks.





LOL. It's funny now, but then? Not so much.

Tuesday, August 4, 2026

Why Would I?

Morning

"I woke up with the most solid erection and had the most explosive orgasm for the first time since my wife passed away almost 3 months ago. The weird part: I'd been dreaming about this guy at the gym with the biggest cock I've ever seen hit on me and I went for it. Why would I suddenly be dreaming about men?"







First, my sincere condolences on the death of your wife. Grief is a very individual thing. The timetable varies from person to person, and so does its path forward. One possibility is that --- subconsciously --- heterosexual sex may bring on feelings of guilt, like you're cheating and being with a guy changes that.


I wouldn't read too much into it. Accept that sex is a part of living, regardless of the avenue it takes.

My suggestion is, if you haven't already, try seeing a grief counselor. They understand the varied stages and don't judge the path through it.

Readers, any other suggestions?