December 12, 2007
On Sunday, I was hungover. Hungover means one thing: The hangover horn.
I got up late, probably around noon. I turned on the computer. Straight for the porn. A nice way to start my day.
I start browsing. I start stroking myself. Very often I’m not in it for the quick orgasm. I appreciate the build-up.
An hour passes. Not much longer. I’ll finish the job soon.
Another hour passes. I realise I haven’t eaten or showered. So I go and cook breakfast; naked of course, and pre-orgasm. I eat in front of the computer, resuming my hard-on. I still haven’t showered.
In the back of my mind, I’m thinking about all the reading I wanted to get done today. But nudity and fucking is captivating.
Another hour passes. By this point, I’m at the stage where I can barely touch myself without almost climaxing. This just adds to the fun. The pre-cum dribbles down the side of my dick in sometimes alarming volumes.
Another hour passes, and I’m still going.
I decide to cook dinner. Again, naked. Again, pre-orgasm. I eat, and watch some TV to allow myself to calm down. So to speak.
I go back to the computer, and resume from where I was previously. It never takes long to get back into it.
Another hour passes. And another.
And at this point, I climax unintentionally. I would probably have kept going for another couple of hours, and just spent the entire day at it if I could have. I found myself longing to have my tongue buried between an intelligent woman’s legs when I accidentally let go. The accidents are never so much fun, scrambling to avoid the inevitable mess as I was.
Since it was accidental, I quickly have another one.
Fucked self again.
The Sunday alone with my thoughts in front of my computer seems prompted my RSI to flare up.
May 9, 2007
The last few weeks have been intensely busy. I’m running close to a major deadline, whereby funding for one of my projects will terminate. This means I have to devote an inordinate amount of time on the terminating project, completing all milestones, drawing all graphs, and attending all meetings that are required of me.
My desk is a horrendous mess, and I really hope it naturally tidies itself as I draw this line of work to a close.
At times like this, it seems that I spend my days in the following cycle:
- Get up, shower, breakfast, go to work (1 hour)
- Work (4 hours)
- Lunch (half hour)
- Work (5 and a half hours)
- Go home (half hour)
- Dinner (half hour)
- Work (?? hours)
- Masturbate (?? hours)
- Sleep (6 hours)
Sometimes I’ll devote much more time to step 8 than step 7, depending on how I’m feeling. It is, without doubt, one of the best ways to relax at the end of the day, and yet also tire myself out for a power sleep, to wake refreshed in the morning.
Does anybody require the use of intelligent manflesh late each weeknight?