Because It Is Wednesday

Interestingly, in the sex-blog-o-sphere Wednesday has come to represent Cock Blogging, while Friday has been taken for Pussy Blogging. I wonder how long before someone declares Mondays to be the day for Ass Blogging (if so, I have a doozy of a non-sexual ass post).

So today, as a return to (hopefully) regular blogging, I'll talk a bit about my relationship with my best friend, how it is that we've grown distant over the last few months, and how I hope to make amends...

First off, the reason I've been so out of touch and quiet lately is that I've been suffering from an ever-worsening health problem. One for which I finally had surgery this past Friday. Nothing serious, mind you-- I was in and out of the surgical center in the span of a few hours. But the problem itself created a lot of intermittent pain. Pain that, when present, totally killed my libido. I had a fissure in some of the soft tissue near ye olde poop chute. So, not only was I given to bouts of amazingly-intense pain, the pain was very close to my pleasure centers, as well. That made it hard to get into the mood, let alone stay in the mood.

So over the last few months, I've found myself taking things in hand less and less often. The emotional and psychological desire remained, but the physical part got progressively weaker. None of the pain was at all close to or even related to my penis, but it's just tough to get worked up when you're already in pain. And when you have a tendency to rock your hips as you get close to orgasm, even if you started out OK you may well lose it when you start associating the onset of orgasm with bad pain. And by bad, I mean both intense and also not fun pain. I know from fun pain, and this ain't it.

So I had surgery on Friday. I had the foresight to rub a couple out Wednesday night, and had planned to on Thursday as well. But I was starting to fret over the surgery, so the mood never took off. Now, it's been pretty much exactly a week since my last pull. For me, that's like going a similar length of time without eating. But I still can't get into the mood. Even with the painkillers (or maybe due in part to them?), I'm just not there yet. And this means that when I do finally return to self-pleasure, I'm going to have one hell of an orgasm built up.

I almost wanna try extra-hard to find a partner for breaking this fast, but I can only imagine the stress it would put on the condom...

So here's my contribution to Wednesday. I confess a certain sense of loss as the void that has developed between me and my cock. I want us to re-connect, to get that old spark back. C'mon. I'll take you out to a nice dinner tonight, and we can go back home after, just the two of us.

(And in general news, yes I am more or less back in the saddle. The sex life has been nearly non-existent, which coupled with the pain just took the wind outta my sails. I hope to return to regular writing now, even if I have to mine the past-experiences file some more. It's tough to try and find a new partner when you're facing a week's worth of back-logged work from your medical leave.)

Dausa